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Treason	By : Dagian Category: +G through L > Lineage 2 Views: 832 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Nathavin blinked tiredly as he raised himself up. He’d fallen asleep with his head resting near Caellia’s while he sat on the floor next to her bed. He cursed himself for falling asleep. What if she’d woken up and needed him? Looking over at her, he realized that she hadn’t moved. She still lay in the same position she’d been in before he fell asleep. His hand gently brushed across her forehead, sweeping her hair away from her eyes. “Caellia?” He questioned softly, hoping to get a response from her. His head dropped back down to his chest at her continued silence. A tear slipped past his closed eyes and fell on his hand that was fisted tightly in his lap. Would he ever be able to see into her beautiful blue eyes again?

            He did not know how long he stayed there, listening to her shallow, ragged breaths as they came much too slow for his comfort. The elder came by twice more and re-cast his magic and each time asked Nathavin to get some proper rest. And each time Nathavin refused, always repeating that he would not leave her side. He took his mid-day and evening meals sitting next to her.

            The next day when the elder came in he stared at Nathavin. Disheveled, dirty, and unkempt were the words that crossed his mind as he stared at his Lord. While he understood that Nathavin wanted to be near Caellia when she awakened, he also knew that Nathavin really needed to take the time to tend to himself. There was nothing Nathavin could do for Caellia at the moment except clean up. Clearing his throat, he began cautiously. “Lord Nathavin,” a sharp, steady gaze from Nathavin nearly froze him on the spot, “perhaps you should take this time while I’m healing Caellia to see to your own needs.”

            Nathavin narrowed his gaze at the healer. “We have already had this discussion. I am not leaving…” He was cut off by an unexpected voice.

            “Lord Nathavin, the healer is correct. You must go and tend to your own needs. Immediately I might add. I will look after Caellia in your absence and will alert you the moment she awakens.” Kattath could not believe the way Nathavin looked. She’d never seen him so filthy. He was still in his bloodied armor. She gave a slight nod at the healer, signaling to him that she’d handle Nathavin and that he could get back to the important task of healing Caellia.

            Nathavin scowled at Kattath even as he asked, working to keep the astonishment out of his voice. “When did you get here?”

            “I only just arrived.” She stated as she walked further into the room, refusing to say how she’d known to come to the fortress in the first place. Kattath walked past Nathavin and took her first look at Caellia. Though the healer’s spells were working, she could still see the jagged tears in Caellia’s flesh. She looked back at Nathavin and at his armor before looking back down at Caellia and then turned to look back at him with furrowed brows. “Were you injured Nathavin?”

            “No.” He knew what Kattath was getting at, knew that she was confused as to the amount of blood. It also drew his attention to the fact that he was still wearing his bloodied armor. His face twisted into a grimace.

            Kattath watched his face and nodded approvingly to herself. She’d managed to drag his attention to his armor without badgering him about it. “Nathavin,” she started in a comforting voice, “I will look after her. Please, go take some time for yourself. You can’t be comfortable in that filthy armor and it’s unhealthy for you, unhealthy for her.” Kattath stated quietly, nodding in Caellia’s direction. “When you come back, you will feel better.”

            Nathavin nodded quietly. “If she shows any sign of change, please, alert me.”

            “I swear to you Nathavin, I will.” Kattath promised solemnly.

            Nathavin simply turned and walked out, not bothering to say anything else.

            “How is she?” Kattath turned her attention to the healer.

            “She will live.” The healer stopped what he was doing briefly to look at Kattath. “Thank you for coming so quickly. He would not listen to reason.”

            “He never does where it concerns her.” Kattath retorted dryly. “I’m just glad you sent for me when you did.”

            The healer harrumphed in agreement as he began his spells anew before pausing again to say briefly. “He will not discuss what happened.” He turned to look at Kattath, “I fear he blames himself for her injuries.” He cast another spell.

            Kattath nodded silently, deep in thought. When the healer was done, she thanked him for his services and pulled up a chair to sit by the bed. She saw a pail of water and a soft cloth near the headboard. Nathavin must’ve been using it to keep Caellia cool during the hotter parts of the day. She grabbed the pail and went to the door of the building. Snagging a passing dwarf, she instructed the girl to fill the pail with cool water and bring it back. Once the dwarf returned with the water, she went back to her chair and dipped the soft cloth in the cool water and began to gently sponge Caellia’s forehead to keep her cool. Sighing, she asked the unconscious elf, “What in the name of Shillien happened in that forest?”

            Nathavin allowed the cold water to pour over him as he stood under the spout. How could he have let that happen?! His teeth clenched in anger. How long had she been alone to face those vampires?! Covering his face with his hands, he indulged in self loathing. Here he was, trying to prove to her that he deserved her, deserved her love and trust, and then he almost let her be killed!

Removing his hands from his face, he watched the water as it formed tiny streams before disappearing down the narrow pipe in the bottom of the wash basin. The water was still tinged pink with blood, her blood. His eyes squeezed shut tightly in remembrance. Shillien, there had been so much blood! He’d thought for sure he’d lost her when he’d seen her lying on the ground, surrounded by a large pool of blood. As he’d carried her in his desperate attempt to get her to safety, he’d strategically placed his hand over the wound in her back to stanch the blood flow.

Nathavin knew he would never forget how he had felt as her blood had flowed down his body and soaked his armor. The pain he’d felt of knowing that he might lose her while he carried her to safety would haunt him till the day he departed from this realm. Numbly, he reached for the nearest washcloth and scrubbed himself clean. When finished, he stepped out of the wash basin and looked over at his once pristine white leather armor. He would have to have a new set crafted, it was ruined beyond repair.

His gaze swung to another set of armor that had been laid out for him. He despised it on sight. While he intrinsically knew that the armor had been brought to him from Goddard by Kattath and was merely a temporary replacement until a new, proper set, could be crafted, he still hated it.

Walking over, he picked up the tunic and glared at it. The armor was an odd design, and he couldn’t be sure of its exact color. When turned one way, the armor appeared to be a dark blue. When viewed from another angle, it appeared to be a dark green. Both shades looked to be closer to black than either color though. But it was quite obvious that it was not a true black.

He snorted as he looked at the tunic longer. The collar piece came up far too high for his tastes. The shoulder pieces were too stiff and bulky and had a strange golden pattern that was woven around. Or was the pattern woven in silver? On the upper chest of the tunic, a golden cross was prominently displayed with yet two more decorative designs underneath that before the vest ended with a sharp ‘V’ point, which left his midriff exposed. As he grudgingly donned the tunic, he realized that not only was his midriff exposed, but well over half of his lower back was exposed as well! Nathavin growled in indignant fury as he donned the rest of the armor. Kattath would pay for her choice of temporary armor! Striding out of the bathhouse, he took off at a brisk walk back toward the building that was currently housing Caellia.

Kattath opened her gift to read Caellia’s aura as she gently sponged her off. It was a dull, gray color, neutral because she was still unconscious. There were no flickers of color anywhere within her aura. Sighing, Kattath continued the slow passes with the cloth. She idly noticed that Caellia’s armor had been removed and that she was wearing a simple tunic and skirt. She frowned slightly; didn’t the healer say that no one was allowed in the room except for himself and now her? Glancing around, she saw the ruined armor tossed in a corner along with Nathavin’s bow. She nodded to herself in realization, Nathavin must have removed her armor and cleaned the blood off of her and then redressed her at some point. Kattath couldn’t help but smile at the thought. It was such a sweet gesture and was indicative of just how much he cared for Caellia.

Nathavin pushed the door open, looking immediately at Caellia. Crestfallen, he realized that she hadn’t moved. He moved over to her bed and simply stared at her, watching as Kattath spread the cooling water across her skin. He looked questioningly at Kattath.

“There has been no change Nathavin. She hasn’t moved since you left.” After a few moments Kattath steeled herself mentally and took the plunge. “What happened in that forest Nathavin? How did she get so badly injured?” While she’d expected some kind of reaction from him, what she got she wasn’t prepared for. His aura became a deep, dark and oppressive blue as he sunk to his knees. She had never seen him look so… defeated.

Nathavin stared at Caellia as the memories surfaced. Where did he start? Sighing heavily, he started at the beginning of their trip. Relating how he’d been angry the day they left out from Rune to the Forest of the Dead. He hesitated when he got to their fight, his head lowered in shame and he fell silent.

“Nathavin, what else happened?” Kattath inquired softly, feeling she already had a rough idea.

Slowly, he began to explain what had happened. Fresh guilt washed through him as he related the events of that day. Once he made it past the fight, it got a bit easier to talk again. Up until he’d actually come upon Caellia’s still form in the forest after she’d fought the vampires. He struggled through it and then finally fell silent when he got to where Kattath had burst through the door of the building earlier before asking her suspiciously. “How did you know to come here?”

Kattath waved her hand evasively. “It’s not important.” She looked at him as he stood up and stretched. Standing up also, she motioned to the chair. “You take it.” She passed him the cloth as he sat down and then said in a lightly teasing voice, wanting desperately to cheer him up, at least a little bit. “So what happened to her armor?”

Nathavin’s hand stopped half way between Caellia and the pail of water. Glaring up at Kattath, he muttered in an ominous voice. “It was ruined.”

Kattath glanced nonchalantly at the corner of the room which held the remnants of the armor. While she had noticed the telltale shift in his aura that signaled he was rapidly becoming irritated, she ignored it against her better judgment, confidant in her ability to cheer him up without over angering him. “I can see that. But, if she’s unconscious, how did she change out of it and into her current leather tunic and skirt?” She had to work to keep her tone light and conversational, as if she didn’t already know the answer.

Nathavin turned his attention from Kattath and back to Caellia while stating in the same ominous voice. “She did not change.”

She was so confidant in her ability to cheer him up in fact, that she completely failed to notice that her playful teasing attempt to get Nathavin to lighten up a little had, had the opposite effect and instead had infuriated him. Kattath smirked as she walked slowly to the door. A moments foreboding made her wonder if she should really be taunting him in this way. She pushed the feeling to the side as she twisted the handle and opened it just a bit before she tossed over her shoulder. “Well, I guess there’s no need to ask if you liked what you so obviously saw.”

With that final, parting shot, she dove through the doorway and slammed the door shut behind her. She turned her head back to the door at the sound of a loud thump and the sound of splintering wood. Kattath grinned wickedly despite the fact that her blood had run cold in her veins at the sight that greeted her eyes. His dagger had pierced clean through the door, more than half the blade was sticking out on her side. She looked at the pale face of a girl dwarf that had happened to be passing by. “Make sure that no one goes in that building for the rest of the night.” Kattath then walked off, leaving a scared dwarf behind.

            Glaring at the door, Nathavin swore savagely. He stalked to the door and ripped the dagger out before returning to Caellia’s side. How dare Kattath make such a statement?! It wasn’t like her! Fuming in anger, he calmed himself by gently stroking Caellia’s hand.

            The next morning Kattath approached the door to the building with caution. She knew that she shouldn’t have teased him the night before, but the opportunity to try to cheer him up at least a bit had been too good to pass up. Now however, now she was regretting it as she looked at the splintered hole the dagger had left in the door. As she gazed somberly at it, she realized that he had to have thrown the dagger with considerable force to send it through the door as far as he had. She only realized now that with as much of the blade that had been showing on this side of the door, that only the hilt of the dagger had stopped it from continuing to pass through the door completely. Taking in a deep breath, she slowly swung the door open and walked in.

            “Do not ever make comments like the ones you made last night again if you want to continue living Kattath.” Nathavin snarled lowly at her.

            Kattath quit breathing as soon as she felt the dagger touch her throat. He’d been waiting by the door for her! As soon as she’d crossed the threshold he’d snatched her from behind and placed the dagger at her neck while kicking the door shut.

            “I’ve let you get away with far more than anyone else under my rule because of our childhood Kattath.” Nathavin was seething with anger. The passing of the night had not dimmed his anger with her in the slightest. “I’ve tolerated your impertinence, impudence, and your continual interference in matters that do not concern you.” His voice dropped to a deadly hiss, “What I do with Caellia behind closed doors is none of your concern! You are not to make such bold insinuations again. Our shared past will not protect you from any other ill-advised comments you make in the future!” He spat out viciously before releasing her.

            Kattath stumbled away from him while massaging her neck unconsciously. Teasing him last night had not been one of her better ideas. Truth be told, she was lucky to still be alive and she knew it.

            Nathavin glared at her through slitted eyes as he moved around her and made his way back to Caellia. “See to it that you never make that mistake again.” A small cough followed by a cracked voice gained his attention.

            “Na…Nathavin?”

            “Caellia!” With a speed he didn’t know he possessed, he flew to her side.

            Caellia moaned in pain as she attempted to sit up. “Wh…where are we?”

            “We’re safe Caellia. We’re in a fortress near Goddard.” He gently pushed her back down. “You shouldn’t move yet.”

            Kattath knew she’d been completely forgotten and stayed well away from the pair. She took the time to thoroughly examine Caellia’s aura. She was still hurt, but was healing rapidly. She was healing more quickly now that she was awake, though Kattath could not understand why that would be. Dismissing it as an oddity, she focused on what they were saying. She frowned when she caught Caellia’s voice apologizing. As she listened, she discovered that Caellia felt she had failed Nathavin in her training, that she had not been good enough. Nathavin’s response was quick as he vehemently told her that she hadn’t failed and hadn’t disappointed him. Seeing that things were okay, Kattath quietly slipped out, leaving them to their privacy.
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