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Treason	By : Dagian Category: +G through L > Lineage 2 Views: 832 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I own nothing, NCSoft regrettably does, I make no profit off of this story that is based on Lineage2.

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Nathavin awoke with a severe headache the next morning. With a start, he realized that he was laying on the lounge in front of the central fire pit in his and Caellia’s suite. A small sigh and a light fluttering breeze on his chest alerted him to Caellia’s presence with him on the lounge. Blinking his eyes groggily, he looked down at her snuggled against his chest. Why were they asleep on the lounge? Sitting up carefully so as not to awaken her, his eyes landed on the fallen goblet and the empty decanter of Codran wine lying forgotten on the floor. The memories of his discussion with Shi’nryne came racing back to him. With a soft groan, he raised a hand to his throbbing temple.
            Caellia regarded him silently through lowered lashes as she feigned sleep. He had drunk quite a lot the night before and she was certain he was feeling the ill effects now. She flicked her narrowed gazed around the room toward the only window. A faint tell tale light around the curtains indicated that it was daylight out. Another low groan from him drew her attention away from the window and back to him. Sitting up slowly, she brushed his hair away from his face.
            They sat in silence for a few minutes before he spoke. “Caellia, I apologize. I shouldn’t have…”
            She shook her head and cut him off. “Nathavin you don’t have to apologize. You didn’t scare me.” She paused and caught his eyes, “You did worry me though. I’ve never seen you so upset.” Reaching out, she cupped the side of his face in her hand and held him. “I don’t want to see you that upset again.”
            He turned his face into her hand, accepting her touch. “You won’t anymore.”
            A few more minutes passed before she quietly asked him. “What drove you to drink?”
            With a heavy sigh, he told her of his discussion with Shi’nryne and Shi’nryne’s refusal to change his training methods. At her gentle, yet insistent prodding’s, he also revealed his long standing friendship with the other dark elven male.
            Caellia absorbed the information slowly as she sat with Nathavin in the silence of the suite. He had just given her a wealth of information. Looking upon his slumped form, she realized she needed to speak with Shi’nryne. Standing up, she softly spoke to Nathavin. “I’m going to go find Kattath and have her bring something up for you to eat.”
            Too sick to argue with her, Nathavin simply nodded wordlessly and leaned back on the lounge and closed his eyes in an attempt to relieve his pounding headache.
            After finding Kattath and informing her of Nathavin’s condition, Caellia set off on her search for Shi’nryne. It did not take her long to discover that he was unsurprisingly in one of the castle’s arenas. Swiftly she made her way to the northern arena and found him practicing on a training dummy. She called to him several times to no avail. Gritting her teeth in frustration, she cursed him soundly. She knew he could hear her.
            Shi’nryne continued to ruthlessly pummel the training dummy, ignoring Caellia, oblivious to the fact that she was growing increasingly angry.
            After a few more failed attempts, Caellia lost her temper. Ducking underneath the wooden railing that served to fence in the arena, she stormed toward him. Approaching him from the back, she deftly avoided the swords arcing movements and expertly snagged a long ear and tweaked it viciously.
            His reaction was instantaneous. Spinning on one foot, he turned in the direction of the ear yank with both blades ready to rend his opponent to pieces, only to find his opponent nowhere in sight. His blades sliced empty air. As he regained his balance from the failed attack, his ear was once again attacked and viciously pinched. However, this time she did not let go. Instead she gave it a hard twist and pulled back, making him bend backward at an awkward angle.
            “You dare to ignore me?” She hissed venomously as she twisted her body to the side slightly to avoid the razor sharp edges of his backwards facing swords. “You, who’ve upset my Lord and husband, actually dare to ignore me?!”
            Shi’nryne took a moment to assess his situation. It was unfathomable that this slip of a light elf had actually managed to render him helpless by merely tweaking his ear. And it was clearly evident by her voice that he had underestimated her this morning. He had assumed that she would come down just as docile as ever and unwilling to fight. However, she had come down this morning ready to do battle. Even though she held him at an incredibly painful position and her grip on his ear was nearly unbearable, he was pleased to know that it was in defense of Nathavin, that she had come down ready for a fight.
            Hissing slightly in pain he dropped his swords to the ground, something he had never done for anyone before, and would only do for her for the rest of his life, and waited patiently for her to release him. He allowed his entire body to relax and stood silently in the wholly undignified position.
            Caellia kept him in that position for a few seconds longer, then, with a final warning tweak, she pushed him forward and released his ear.
            Shi’nryne stumbled forward slightly before turning back to face her. The first thing he noticed was that she had taken a couple of steps forward and was standing directly over his swords.
            Caellia watched him closely, noting that his eyes strayed to his swords. A small smirk played on her mouth as a long forgotten trick Einao had showed her popped into her mind. It was the only thing he had taught her about sword play in their long friendship together, and she wasn’t entirely sure she could still perform it, but if she could, it would undoubtedly leave a lasting impression on Shi’nryne.
            Shi’nryne narrowed his gaze at her as he watched her shift her weight. What did she intend on doing?
            Caellia edged her toe underneath the thin edge of the legion blade close to the hilt. Flicking her foot, she tossed the hilt of the sword into the air and caught it, extending her arm; she brought the weapon to bear against Shi’nryne. Though her arm wavered slightly at the weight of the sword, she was glad the tip of the blade didn’t tremble excessively.
            “Impressive.” Shi’nryne acknowledged, curious as to where she had learned that nifty trick.
            Caellia slowly lowered the sword, allowing the tip to rest on the ground to take the weight. “I will not allow you to ignore me Shi’nryne. Not any longer.” She held his gaze resolutely. “I understand what you wanted to teach me. I understand you wanted me to learn to stand my own ground and not rely on Nathavin’s protection.”
            Shi’nryne stared at her. “Do you understand? Do you truly understand?” Shaking his head he continued. “Caellia, I’m training you like this because if you panic in the battle and, Shillien forbid, you are taken and or killed, Nathavin will never recover. Never.” He stared at her. “It is not my desire to hurt you or ignore you.”
            Caellia rounded on him. “It is not me you are hurting! It is Nathavin!” Angrily she closed the gap between them and stood toe to toe with Shi’nryne. “I don’t know all the details of your past friendship, but I do know that there is a lot of history between you two and that you are his closest friend aside from Kattath. You are hurting him in more ways than you will ever know!” She sucked in a quick breath and took the plunge. “I know that you lost your own love and blame yourself for her loss.”
            Shi’nryne stiffened angrily at her words. How had she found out?!
            “And I am truly sorry for your loss. But understand this; I will fight tooth and nail for Nathavin. I will be ready to face Asadar’s forces regardless what happens.” She looked him in the eye. “Asadar has much to answer for, and I have no intentions what-so-ever of dying when I feel my life has only just begun.” She gave a small sad smile, “My heart died once already when Asterios betrayed me. In the darkest time in my life, Nathavin saved me and gave me a new reason to live.”
            Shi’nryne nodded wordlessly. He had heard accounts of what had happened at the light elven village and knew that she spoke the truth. “Caellia,” he started cautiously, “I still wish to train you…”
            Cutting him off, she replied with a dismissive wave of her hand. “Then you will, but, there will be no need for gruffness.”
            Again, Shi’nryne nodded. “I must make my apologies to Nathavin then.”
            “Apologies are not necessary Shi’nryne.”
            Both Caellia and Shi’nryne turned in surprise at the low voice that emanated from a shadowed corner.
            “Nathavin!” Caellia squeaked in guilty surprise. While he had not told her to avoid discussing things with Shi’nryne, Caellia had felt that he might not want her to, and was concerned that she might have over stepped her boundaries.
            “Caellia,” he called, beckoning her to come to his side with a slight nod of his head, Nathavin’s gaze never left his long time friend. Once Caellia reached his side he took a quick glance down at her, noticing the slightly guilty look on her face. Unsure why she had such a look, he wrapped his arm around her and pulled her to him reassuringly.
            Shi’nryne watched them silently, noting the reassurance.
            “Shi’nryne, there is no need for apology.” Nathavin stated. “Instead, it is I who apologize to you.”
            Holding up his hand, Shi’nryne silenced Nathavin. “Say no more.” His gaze flickered to Caellia. “In matters of the heart, it is not necessary.” A small silence passed between them before he spoke again. “Caellia, we will begin practice anew after the evening meal.” Seeing her nod, he gave a curt nod to Nathavin and walked away.
            “Nathavin?” Caellia asked hesitantly as they made their way back inside the castle.
            “Yes?”
            “How long were you there?” Caellia hoped he hadn’t heard her rather emotional retelling of the incident at her home village.
            “Long enough.” He answered evasively.
            After a few moments he stopped. When she turned back to look at him questioningly, he narrowed his gaze at her and in a mockingly stern tone said. “However, if you ever grab and twist my ear like that, you will pay dearly for it.”
            Her face turned several shades of red before she turned and fled with a small embarrassed shriek.
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