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Through Another's Eyes

Chapter 2: That First Kiss.

Resettling my pack, I took the lead, confident that we were going the right way, I was more interested in where the darking Leaf had acquired teeth. Besides, my magelet was spooked out by the chaos touched stones.

I cry out startled, as a gray stone arm wrapped around me, lifting me up into the air. Daine stepped back as other stones started to move, she was trying to get a better shot, and then suddenly the canyon broke out under her weight and her terrified eyes met mine as she fell with a shriek.

I screamed, my mind crying out she's not dead, she's not dead. They carried me off and I used my gift to shield myself, which caused them pain although it them precious seconds to realize that I was the source of their pain.

Trembling, I took out an oval locket that I've had around my wrist for a couple of months, and for a second I gaze at the image of the girl I love. Then I activate the focus, expecting to see Daine's corpse.

Spidrens! There are three of them, I blast the first one to bits using the last of my gift, and I beat the second one with my staff, using all of my energy and stamina as I keep beating it, praying that it's dead. Leaf and Jelly suffocated the third one but it doesn't matter.

She's dead. My magelet is dead. I'm staring but I'm not seeing. I failed her. I was supposed to protect her, and seeing as how she's dead I obviously failed her. I lean on my staff to keep from falling.

"Numair." It's her voice but it can't be her voice, I'm going crazy. It's the guilt eating at my soul.

"Please are you all right?" Her voice sounds weary, and very Daine like. If it's the guilt eating at my soul, I should turn around and face it.

"You-You're alive... I thought..." I trail off unable to finish the sentence out loud for the fear that her being alive is an illusion. A dream caused by guilt and magical exhaustion.

She staggers over to me, saying, "I hurt to much to be dead."

I drop my staff and grab her, sweeping her into my arms seeking reassurance that she's real, that she's breathing and still here, her hands go around my neck, and I stroke her back as she runs her fingers through my hair. She pulls away, and looks at me and our eyes meet, and I feel like I've been plunged through fire.

I kiss her like I've longed to do for a couple of months. I kiss her trying to show her in a way worth more than words, how much I love her. That she's my world, my heart and my soul. I try to pull away and she murmurs, "no." And brings my lips back onto her own.

I shouldn't be doing this, She's too young she's only 16 but I can't think when we're kissing like this. Seconds later, minutes later an eternity later, I pull away with a strangled laugh, and I scoop her into my arms.

She's scraped up, and cut but she's alive. I sit on a rock, body unable to stand any longer and I cradle her in my arms.

"Goddess Bless." I straighten those brown smoky curls that I love, "magelet I thought I lost you."

What I don't say is that if I lost her, I'd follow seconds later from the grief. I don't tell her that I love her, that I need her, that I dream of marrying her and having a dozen children.

I don't say any of these things.

I hold my secrets desires close, she's just a young woman after all.