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[Andersoninthehouse]

You don't say what all this is about.Thats what it means.Like a measurment tool.

[Kiara Johnson]

Ok, but I did, In the bagining, I stated that a war has started between the two forces and how Lord Vandimire had sent his general and son to retreive Kiara because he felt she was his key to winning this war, the rest gets you introduced to the characters..and also, that Zorin was to become iara's protector just as Jason is Vandimires'/  What else?

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hmm.... *thinks* a more descriptive setting would be nice i guess, and that's all that i can think of. :)

[Andersoninthehouse]

Ohhhhhhhhhhhh.I know that but you.......Oh never mind.

[Kiara Johnson]

No, what?  Really?  I need to know?  Was that not enough description for ppl?  To have them understand what is going on?  I neeed to know, There is a BIG reason I ask.

[Andersoninthehouse]

The reason I say never mind is because your spelling Voldamort wrong.

[Kiara Johnson]

there is no Voldem0rt in this story, what ever are you talking about?

[Andersoninthehouse]

Ohhhhhhhhhhhh.Okkk I thought that guy was Voldy.

[Kiara Johnson]

LMAO!  Like I said, this is not a fan fic...lol

[Andersoninthehouse]

Keep going keep going.

[Kiara Johnson]

lol, k I will in a bit  thanks

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YAY!!! :D lol :)

[Kiara Johnson]

Chapter 3. SECREATS REVEALD



    Zed sat in his tent, waiting for the rain to stop.  He had driven his men hard this last week.  Now all they had to do was wait.  They couldn't get any closer to the Dark Castle, not without being detected.  They would just have to sit here and wait for the Dark Alliances forces to march into them.  That's when Zed's small, handpicked force could sweep in and capture their prize, Zed's father.  

As he looked around this space he occupied, he realized for the first time, he wasn't alone.  He could feel there was some one with him, but couldn't see them.  It was confusing; there was no possible way his father could have found him, but who else?  He shrugged it off and returned to his papers, in which he had sketched a picture of a woman, he didn't know who she was but he had the feeling he had seen her, perhaps in his dreams.

    "What if your father isn't marching with his forces?"  One of his men had asked of him earlier in the day.
What if?  Zed wondered now.  However, he knew something was coming, something big.  The scare on his chest had been aching for a whole day now.  
Could it be some kind of warning?  He had asked the healer, but no one seemed to have any answers for him, at least, no medical ones.  Still, he could feel that something was coming, something he was sure would be a surprise large enough to throw him off his guard.  But what, or who?  d**n it, what is coming?  He sat there pondering the answers.

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    Kiara was absently rubbing the scare on her right palm.  She had received the mark when she brought her brother back from death; she knew he had a similar one on his chest.  Hers was itching, slightly, had been for a day now.
"Zorin, he's close, my brother is closer than we think.  I can feel him."  Kiara said.
"What do you mean, feel him?"  Zorin asked.
Kiara didn't answer right away; she thought a moment as to how she could explain.
"When I brought my brother back from death, the hand that I placed upon his chest received a scare.  He has the same upon his chest.  That scare, on my palm, it is itching, has been for a day now.   That means that he is close, also, I can feel his presence, kind of like he is actually here, in the room, however, he's not --- " She answered as best she could.  Kiara then closed her eyes and fell silent.  Zorin tried to talk more on the subject but Kiara had gone else where in her mind and did hear him.  She was looking for her brother, searching with her mind.  Zorin realized what she was doing, he watched her closely.  Mind searching could be a dangerous thing, only the really powerful Magic beings used it.  You could get lost easily amongst all those minds.  He hoped she knew what she was doing.


    Zed sat, bolt upright in his bed, someone was attacking his defenses.  He felt someone touch his mind and who ever it was, hit hard.  Who could it be?  He thought, it didn't feel like his father but whom, the presence felt close, almost failure to him.  The only family I have left is my father, who else could it be?  Why does it feel so failure?  He thought.  He had no idea his sister was even alive, he thought his father had killed her after she brought him back to life.  He didn't go back to sleep, who ever it was they were stronger than he had expected anyone but his father could have been.  So, he sat there, staring at the canvas tent ceiling for many hours, until the sun rose then he got up and dressed.

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[Kiara Johnson]

Kiara opened her eyes and gasped.  Zorin jumped.
"Are you alright?"
"Yes, I'm ok, I think.  I touched him, just for a moment.  He has good defenses."  She smiled.  "I think he's waiting for us."  Kiara continued, she was excited about finding her brother, she hadn't felt him or seen him in eight years, and she thought a moment about what he must look like now.  Zorin stared at her, wondering what to do next.
"We should tell your father, immediately."  He finally said to her.
"Yes, yes, we'll tell him, tomorrow.  I'm tired right now and I don't really want you to leave me."  Kiara put her head on Zorin's shoulder.
"Hold me."  She said.
Zorin put his arm around her shoulder and she cuddles next to him.  He brushed her hair from her face then, after some time, Kiara fell asleep.  Zorin picked her up easily and brought her to her room then put her to bed.  Then, he left the room to seek out Lord Vandimire, he had to tell him what Kiara had found.

    Zorin walked though the halls of the castle, the lights from the torches, flickering from the draft, caused by a window, high up in the wall.  Shadows played across his handsome face, showing the disturbed look upon it.  He was on his way to tell Lord Vandimire of Kiara's discovery, he was going against her wishes and he didn't feel as though he really wanted to, he however, had no choice in the matter.  If Vandimire found he'd kept something of this nature from him, Zorin would surly be dead by dawn.   He was also thinking of his feeling towards this remarkable woman who had walked into his life and turned his world upside down.  All his life he had been trained to hate her, now, he loved her.  The magic used on him would not permit him to let her harm her father in any way, lest it turn on him and he be killed.  Yet, he knew he would never be able to fulfill this task set upon him.  He knew he'd die, rather than harm a single hair upon her beautiful head.   He was now standing out side the door to Lord Vandimires chambers and stood, waiting, he had to hide his feelings, he couldn't afford them to know how he felt, it would mean his death, and possibly, hers too.

 He opened the door to the chambers and entered.  The guard stepped in front of him.
"Hold, state your purpose, his majesty is not seeing people at this moment, I will have to see you out less you have a reason for your interruption."  The guard, boldly stated, holding his ground, spear raised in an attack pose.
Zorin laughed, "Look, it you don't move your ass and get Lord Vandimire out here at once, I am sure he'll enjoy torturing you for holding this message from his ears."  Zorin grinned darkly at this less than powerful, magician.  The guard hesitated then turned and disappeared in to the other room to fetch his master.  Vandimire came out of the room and stood before Zorin.
"I know this is going to be good, you would not dare to enter here with out proper reason."  Vandimire stated coolly.  The guard standing behind him smiled.
"My Lord, Kiara has found Zed, he lies in wait, not far from us." Zorin said with a slight bow.
"Has she indeed?  Well, it looks as though our mission has come to a crawl then, what is it that you suggest?"  Vandimire asked, somewhat taken aback at this new information.  He hadn't expected his son to be so bold as to come to him.  Zorin shifted his weight and looked around, wishing his father was here, he should have gone to him first thing. Now, it was up to him to make the decision, one of which he knew, Vandimire would not like.
"I fear, we can not, risk taking you along on this small mission.  It is too dangerous.  He may be planning an attack upon you personally, I am sure he is aware that you always accompany your soldiers on these raids."  Zorin said, with a sturdiness that he thought he couldn't find in himself.  Vandimire was silent a moment, he turned to his guard and told him to fetch Sir. Jason.  The guard left immediately.