((Written between Predian and I on the dialogue))
The blonde cleric knelt in front of her brother in law, now her lover, the man that held Predian’s life in his bloodstained hands. Her chest heaved as she grew angry with him for stealing from her all she held dear, and then throwing it away without a thought. The twin pools of blood nearly touched her knees, as she glared at him with her brilliant blue eyes.
Slowly, he spoke, his voice blank and lifeless, “I don't wish power over Predian's life. Let me die.†He began to reach for the knife he dropped earlier, eyes intent on nothing else.
“Its too late, ye've gotten that power whether ye want it or nae,†and her hand slapped away the knife. The cold, bloodied metal skittered across the floorboards to the other side of the room.
"I do not wish to feel so empty,†slowly he stood, and began to walk to the other side of the room. Casually he brushed past her, walking slowly towards the blade.
She lurched to her feet, and spit out at him, “Ye took me. Ye used me, and now ye dare ta feel empty? Ye owe Predian!†She raised her fists in the air and screamed out a harsh prayer, stunning Kaidric in mid stride.
Again, completely without emotion, “Let me die.â€
She began to plead with him, eyes filled with tears the anger in her would not let shed, “Ye owe me Kaidric Cross and ye owe yer brother. Iffen ye wish ta die, then die fer him. Let him li'e!"
"Why?" came the cold reply. “There is no meaning, no value in a person or a life. It can be given and taken so easily. We are nothing."
“Because he is e'ery good thing in this world ta me, he is m'entire destiny. I cannae li'e without him. Iffen ye let him die, then ye let me die as well." Her voice cracked, and her arms wrapped about her naked torso. The room seemed empty, the furniture faded to the outskirts of her vision. There was only her, Kaidric, and the knife that still was visible where it lay across the room.
"There is no purpose to saving Predian, or any other."
She screamed at him, “I dun care what ye think anymore. Tis nae about ye and yer lackluster life. We lo'ed ye Kaidric, we took ye in, we kept ye safe and now ye dun care?" Her voice lowered, and she forced out, “He would die fer ye.â€
Kaidric slowly turned to look at her, standing there still disheveled from their tryst. Her golden hair framed her lean body almost like a halo. Yet none of that touched him then. "
ou did no more for me than the monastery paid to care for me. Than the church paid to train me. I owe you for my mother's death? I owe you for being orphaned and discarded?"
"Listen ta yerself, and ye call yerself a cleric, a man o' God. Yer a wretched tiny man that gi'es nae a shyte fer himself or anyone else! He will die. He might already be dead. Whilst I lay in yer arms gi'ing ye what ye wanted, whilst I ga'e ye what is rightfully his… he lays dying. Ye are a bastard in e’ery sense o’ the word."
Slowly, Kaidric’s gaze lifted upwards, and he met hers for the first time. She returned the gaze, her blue eyes full of tears, unshed and glimmering against her eyes.
"And if he lives, could he forgive you? Could he forgive me?"
"I dun care iffen he fergi'es me, fer he shall be ali'e, and that is all that matters,†she answered as she choked back a sob.
"I do not wish to be empty, Thrennoadae."
"Then let this gi'e ye purpose. Do something fer yerself,nae just fer others, do this fer him, and fer ye.†Her voice lowered, and she took a small step forward, her eyes begging him. “Please.â€
He looked at her, and his eyes filled with doubt. “Will it? I do not know.†He paused, and took a small step towards her. “I wish something else from you,†came his chilling voice.
Thrennoadae’s head jerked back and her eyes flashed. “I wish your love. Yours is the love that completes men. It fills them with warmth. I thought I would have that by taking your body, but it failed.†A shudder passed through her body, and she folded her arms across her chest, hiding herself from his eyes.
"I cannae gi'e ye m'lo'e."
"
ou give it to others"
"I lo'e those whom I trust and care fer, nae those that harm me, that .. use me."
Slowly he continued, "They all use you to feel what I wish to feel. The Reaver, I did not see love in his eyes. Nor the paladins that come and go." She paled at his words, at the nonchalant attitude taken with the mistakes and moments of her past. He continued, “And Predian, intoxicated by the same feelings I wish from you."
"I dun lo'e ye Kaidric, I lo'e Predian," she offered softly, a hint of fear in her voice at his desires.
“I've known emptiness and rage. Why am I to never know love? What makes him better than I?" he mused, voice still without any real sense of emotion. Thrennoadae’s eyes turned, and she gazed outwards towards the house where her love, her Predian lay dying.
“His time grows shorter, he is dying Kaidric."
In a rage, Kaidric screamed out, “I don’t care!â€
"Iffen Predian dies, there will be nae anything left o' me, fer I will die too. Will ye let that happen?"
Coldy, he answered, "Let him die. And then perhaps I can have you."
"I shall be dead too!" she fired back in response, chest heaving with her fear and her anger.
“Dead, as I wished to be, and you would not allow.â€
It was too much, she felt time was running through her fingers. She was out of time, and so was Predian. "
e bastard! Fer once do the right thing! Ye failed o'er and o'er!! Ye failed yerself, Rhalm, now ye'll fail the only brother that cared fer ye!!" She stood one last moment, hoping beyond hope that he would come to his senses, that all she’d done was not in vain.
Slowly, his hand lifted and pushed through his hair. He eyed her up and down, admiring her sleek form, and then his cold, empty voice spoke. “No. If you will not give me what I want, then no."
A shudder took hold of her as she turned, and slowly walked to her belongings. She dressed, knowing his eyes watched her from behind and caring not. Finally, as she buckled her kilt in place, she turned and looked over her shoulder at him.
“I hope ye rot in Hell with yer own tormented soul as yer only companion fer eternity,†and she walked out the door, and ran back to Dartel’s home, praying she was in time to see her love still drawing breath.
