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If no one is going to read it...I guess there's no point in posting it lol.

NOOOOOOOOO i'm still reading! but you post it in too big chuncks and i don't always have time to read it. but it's getting really good! don't stop now!!!:D

Thanks! :) Atleast I have someone LOL.

Staar's body flickered and appeared in the centre of the clearing.
Tymber ran over to where he lay and gathered his neck in her arms. She felt his pain. A pain that grew deep inside of him. It was bright and red and hot. Tymber let her mind gather around it and she pressed a blue coolness against it. The pain was numbed, but she realized it would never be completely erased. Neolyn did not cause this pain. Her words, Tymber's own words, caused this terrible red brand that was pressed against his very heart and soul. She knew now, the strength of a spirit bond, and how hurtful the betrayal of the bond truly was. Tymber looked back at Daire, and knew that she loved him. She loved him with all her heart. But she would never love him more than Staar. Never.
Tymber stroked Staar's head, and felt the softness around his ears. He was unconscious, but only out of tiredness. Neolyn's spell, whatever it was, must have taken a toll on Staar's energy.
Daire came up behind her and put a hand on her shoulder. She felt his hesitation and fear.
"Daire," she whispered, not turning around, "I'm sorry."
Daire didn't answer. He rubbed her back and came in front of her, gently lifting Staar's limp body.
She watched him walk away carrying Staar, and she followed him. Seabring was with Chilles on the other side of the trees. Chilles was nervous and jumped at Daire's appearance from the woods. When Seabring saw Staar in Daire's arms, he quickly trotted up and sniffed at the black wolf. Daire patted the horse's nose.
"He's alright, boy." Daire told him.
When Tymber came out, Seabring ran up to her and lifted her hair with his nose, smelling her neck and face. Tymber didn't smile. "You were right, Seabring." she told him. "I risk others out of my own selfishness. I should never have led Daire or you or Chilles out here. I should have come myself. I was afraid."
"It is okay to be afraid."
Tymber looked behind Seabring and saw Daire looking at her.
"It is not okay." Tymber told him. "Neolyn could have killed us all."
"You didn't know that though." Daire replied.
Tymber looked back at Seabring. "Yes I did." she said in a low voice.
She took Chilles's reigns and led him and Seabring. Daire followed beside them, carrying Staar in his arms. They didn't say another word.
When they got to Potter's, Daire lay Staar in an empty stall and took off on his own.
Tymber's fingers traced Staar's closed eyes. He was so beautiful. Inside and out. And look at her; a world of ugliness. Nothing that her pretty blue eyes and flowing blonde hair could fix. Inside she was in turmoil. She was tired and her shields were weak. Her emotions leaked out of her and caused the horses in the stable to neigh wildy. She felt their anxiety but didn't hear them scream. She blocked out the sound. In a world of deafness, she lay her head on Staar's side and closed her eyes. Her blackness came and the links were there. She stared at them and then went blind. Senseless, but for emotions that pulled at her madly, she slept.

And she dreamt.

Tymber rode out on Seabring. He wore white around his legs and on his back. Tymber looked down at herself and was white. A white army marched in front of her. They didn't see her. Her sword was heavy at her side, and, like her determination, slapped her with every step and made her go on. A black filled the sky. This black was a different colour than the blackness of her mind. It was bright and hurt her eyes. It seared her flesh and made her feel cold. She shivered. So cold.

And the armies clashed. White against black. Black against white. The white was easier to see in the darkness. They were at a disadvantage. And Tymber felt their sorrow. As clear as day, as dark as night, she felt their souls collapse as sorrow overcame them.
She saw them fall as if she were one foot away. She saw their faces as looks of horror clung to them; as each watched their brother die.

Her eyes turned yellow as they faced the eyes of grey that burned her mind. She would not get away with this. Tonight the people win.

And the demons go back to Hell.

more! it's kinda sad! poor staar

Meh, I'll post more later lol. :p

She awoke. Staar was still sleeping soundly. The horses felt troubled. There was a disturbance in the air, but Tymber dismissed it as she walked to Potter's homely cottage. She looked in the window and saw Martha readying lunch. Martha saw her peek in and opened the door to let Tymber in.
"Tymber," Martha said, "you slept well. We weren't sure to wake you for breakfast. Daire told us that you hadn't slept well these past nights."
"Well," Tymber replied, "I feel very rested now." she smiled lightly.
"Would ye help me set the table?" Marth inquired.
Tymber set the plates out, taking her time. "Where's Daire?" she asked.
"Upstairs talking to Potter." Martha said. "Ye know, he seems a bit distracted."
"Distracted?" Tymber asked.
"Yes." Martha replied. "Well, I suppose that's normal. After all, he will be leaving his hometown. He's lived here his whole life, ye know."
"Really?" Tymber asked, starting to set the cups down. "Where is his family?"
"He has none." Martha replied. "Mother died when he was just a young child. Father couldn't afford to keep him. Just left one night. He's stayed with us ever since. He helps out around the farm, and we fed him in return."
"How terrible that his father just left him!" Tymber exclaimed.
"Well, it's nothin' unusual. Might as well pride myself on being lucky enough to have found a wonderful husband that loves his children dearly." Martha smiled and went on tossing the salad.
Tymber placed the last napkin down and stood a moment in thought. This wasn't the first time she had thought of her father. But this was the first time that she admitted to feeling sorry for herself.
"What about you, child?" Martha asked. "Where is your family?"
Tymber crumpled the napkin in her hand. "I have no family." she told Martha.
Martha didn't reply. She looked at Tymber as Tymber stood there scowling, shook her head and went back to buttering the croissants.
Footsteps erupted as Daire and Potter noisily came down the stairs. Daire looked at Tymber and she quickly avoided his gaze.
"Serah! Peewee! Come and get your lunch!" Martha called.
The two children came giggling down the stairs.
When they ate lunch, they ate it in silence. Daire sat across from Tymber this time. Tymber was glad. The uncomfortable feeling of his hand in her's after what had happened the night before might be too much for Tymber to bare.
When they were done, Daire excused himself and went outside. Tymber turned around in her seat and watched him walk to the stables.
"Are ye done, Tymber?" Martha asked.
Tymber looked down at her empty plate and took her croissant in her hand. "Yes'm." she said. "Please excuse me." She ran outside.
She had almost made it to the stables when she thought for a moment. What would she do once she was in there? Would she apologize, again, for what happened the night before? She felt Daire's uneasiness. She didn't know quite what to say to him. She felt around her and noticed that Staar was awake. He was awake and aware.
Sliding her back down the outside of the stable wall, she sat on the ground. She closed her eyes and saw the blackness.
Staar? she called.
Tymber, you are here. I knew I felt you come. Staar said. Your mate speaks to me.
May I come into your mind for a moment? I'd like to hear for myself what he has to say. Tymber said.
You are welcome in my mind, so long as you ask. Staar approved.
Tymber tugged ther link and felt her mind flow into his with a rush. His vision wobbled some, but she steadied herself and let it still. Staar's eyesight was not good. Colours weren't to be found, except red and yellow that appeared dull. His hearing, however, was exceptional, and Tymber foud nthat she didn't just hear Daire, but she heard the sound of his jaws scrape as he opened and closed his mouth, and the sound of his tongue as it touched the back of his teeth. She heard the rustle as he brushed his hair off of his forehead with his hand. She listened to what he said.
"She said that you could talk to her; understand her. Does that mean you can understand me?"
Staar cocked his head. Tymber's thoughts traveled to Staar's and then he nodded. He only understood because Tymber understood.
"You can!" Daire's eyes widened. He regained his composure. "Then, I trust you understand what happened lastnight."
Staar nodded again.
"You know, it scared me. I still don't know what happened. I really like Tymber --- alot. But I don't know anything about her. I know she's nice, and that she loves animals. And I know that she's practical. She has a way of daydreaming, where she'll just drift off to another world. She sometimes even seems somewhat depressed; sad; that I want to make her happy. And she's beautiful.." Daire looked away and imagined. "She's so beautiful, that the Gods must have crafted her out of stars. So lovely that the sea would part to let her through were she to not have a boat. So gorgeous that she makes me want to sing a million songs." He looked back at Staar. "Are all of these things enough? Should her history really matter? Do I deserve her love as much as I want it?"
Tymber wanted to cry. He loved her.
Staar's hesitation was so strong that it felt like a cutting edge on Tymber's mind. He was never like this. He had an answer to every question. A solution for every doubt. And there he sat, staring up at Daire, unanswering, wavering in his decision, not knowing what to do.
I will never love him more than Staar. He had heard that thought the day before. Never, she had said.
Staar nodded.

Good1 staar is better than daire! but i like daire too;)

LOL Daire's hot. ;)

yep i think so too:p

Jordan this is a very good story, your imagination is just wonderful.

I have been lurking and reading, lurking and reading. You have a lot of talent. Do you enjoy writing?

Well keep it going.......:)

Thanks! :) Yes, I enjoy writing. I've been writing since I was six years old. I have many books that I've written growing up.

I have no more story to post lol. I'll have to get writing.

Yeah! get writing!:p

Sorry for the long wait...Writer's block lol. It takes me a while to get started up again. I don't think anyone cares. :( Meh.

Tymber cleaned Seabring's hooves.
You're thinking of him. Seabring accused.
"Who?" Tymber asked innocently.
Your mate. The black horse replied.
Tymber blushed. He's not my mate. she mindspoke.
Staar says he would like to be your mate. Seabring countered.
Well... Tymber replied, turning even more red.
It had been a few hours since Daire had spoken with Staar. When Daire had exited the stable, Tymber pretended that she was just walking in, but he hadn't even seen her. She looked out the stall window now. He was outside the house, absently playing with his harp. He looked up into the blue sky and squinted. It was like he was in his own little world.
He would make a fine mate. He is a strong leader. The other horses obey him. Seabring said.
They do. Tymber smiled proudly.
But you, Seabring said, are not a horse. You are a free spirit. The leader, your mate, likes things he can control. He will not control you.
Tymber thought. I suppose not. But if he's going to love me, he's going to love everything about me, and if he can't control me, then he'll just have to be content. We can compromise.
Seabring thought about what she said for a moment. I don't believe that mates should be basing themselves on compromise, but on compatibility. That's how the best foals are made.
Well, like you said, I'm not a horse. I won't be having foals. She giggled.
Seabring shook his head and whickered in exasperation. His black mane flicked the air and drew Daire's attention for a second, but he quickly looked away from the window and went back to fiddling with his harp.
Tymber felt his essence and Daire tensed. He looked around and shook his head. He had felt her! She pushed herself back into his mind and into his blackness. She looked into the depths and saw a blue light. Reaching, she touched it and quickly pulled away. There was a warm coolness to it that made her mind buzz. She tried to surge herself into it, but something told her that she had been there before. This was familiar. She pulled away from his mind and looked into her own. A violet light mimicked that of Daire's. She touched it and it felt the same. This light is her magic. Than -- Daire has magic?

I HAVE BEEN WAITING SO LONG FOR THIS! Honestly I think about your story alot. I want to read more, more and mroe of it! It's so wonderful!!!!

Keep writing!

Ashley

Yay! :D Thanks! :D I feel like nobody ever reads my story lol. :o Everybody elses' gets so many more replies and good ratings...I think we have a small select fantasy group here! ;)

I READ IT!!!!!i love your story!!!

Yay! Two fans! *cries* I feel so special! lol. :p

you have more fans than that!!!!!

I do?!?! :eek: ;) :p

yep!!! you just don't realize it;)

She pulled herself away and looked out the window at him. He looked around him in confusion.
What do you do? A voice behind Tymber asked.
She jumped. She hadn't noticed Staar's presence.
I think...She mindspoke. I think that Daire has powers, like me. But it's not possible. He is not from my tribe.
Maybe there is magic outside your old pack. Staar answered.
Tymber nodded. "I don't understand." she said aloud. "The magic was not brilliant. It was unused. He must not know of it."
Tell him of it. Staar said.
''Tell him that I searched his mind? He'll think I'm a witch!" Tymber exclaimed.
She glanced out the window quickly to make sure Daire hadn't heard. He sat there, idly slinking the harp strings through his fingers.
Seabring looked back at her over his shoulder. It may be of use one day. He need not know you were in his mind. he said.
Tymber stared at Daire sitting there. He looked up and their eyes met. He smiled at her and got up, placing his harp on the ground. Tymber grabbed a curry brush and started smoothing down Seabring's dust-ridden fur. She looked up when Daire rounded the corner and was in sight.
"Daire, hello." Tymber said quickly.
"Tymber." he nodded. "We'll be leaving first thing in the morning."
"To Greykeep?"
"Where else?" Daire seemed nervous. Tymber felt that it was only because he was in her presence. They hadn't spoken about what happened in the forest, and Tymber wondered if they should.
"I see." Tymber nodded.
Daire rubbed the back of his head. "Make sure that you are well rested, as well as your horse and your dog."
"Wolf." Tymber answered.
Daire looked at her. "Wolf." he said in a low voice.
"Daire I--I..." Tymber stammered.
"You don't have to explain everything if you don't want to." Daire said.
"Yes...I must." Tymber told him.
She looked down at Staar, and his eyes pushed at her reluctance.