Here it is, the third and final peice of CH 3. Sorry it took so long, and that it is so short, but I have been busy. I have been drafted for over half of the church functions that I did not sign up for, and between that and school I have a ppretty tight schedule. It would have been up yesterday but I live in Virginia and, well, guess what happened yesterday? I live pretty close to the epicenter but, sadly, my school isnt closed. :( *tear* probabaly because we arent a real school district... I swear we arent!

Chapter Three: Part Three

He stepped across the threshold of the doorway and into the room, his hand slipping out of mine as he did so. I hovered outside, unsure and a little uncomfortable with the current situation. When he realized I hadn't followed he turned to face me with worried eyes.

"Mikayla… are you okay?" He sounded so concerned, so sincere… I couldn't help but smile at him.

"Yeah… Yeah, I am good. So, what do you want to give me?" He grinned and slipped his hand back into mine, tugging me lightly until I stepped across the threshold. He turned, his hand still in mine, and carefully picked his way across the room.

I looked around in awe and appreciation; what had to be at least four or five different classes of musical instruments were scattered around the room and all looked well used and worn down. In the far corner of the room, near the bed, was a drum set that shone in the lamp light; it was jade green in color, dazzling and beautiful to behold. In the opposite corner two electric guitars stood side by side. A bass and acoustic guitar stood on either side of his bed's headrest, leaning against the wooden frame. Posters of various bands and artists hung on his walls, scattered unevenly across the surface. Swords and spears and daggers and various other weapons hung in the little empty space left on the surface, or were resting in small and nearly inconceivable areas around the room, hidden from all but the most professional eyes. The walls were a deep grey in color, like the ocean on a cloudy day. His carpet was a deep blue, and his bed frame was made of a type of deep black wood that I had never seen before. The comforter was light grey, as was the couch and three chairs spread artfully across the room. A desk rested against the far wall, also black or dark brown in color.

I must have been staring for a while because Brady had put a hand on my upper arm and squeezed lightly to get my attention. "Hey, why don't you go sit on the couch," he tilted his head back slightly, indicating where the couch was, "I am going to go and get it." He grinned at me and laughed as I cast him a wary glance.

"I am not going to regret coming here, am I? It isn't going to be one of those weird love poems or a song or anything, is it? Because if it is just tell me now, and I will leave." Brady stepped forward and placed a hand under my chin, tilting my head up towards him. I met his eyes and saw amusement and a little hurt in his eyes. Instantly I felt a little bad, but his smirk and the twinkling of his eyes, that happiness that had taken over, it instantly canceled out any regret I had.

"Just stay and wait, okay? I promise that you are going to like it." Then he was gone, before I even had time to process it all. All I could focus on was his eyes; I could have drowned in them… My eyes trailed him as he retreated from the room and walked into a door I wasn't even aware had existed. As he disappeared into the shadowed room my breath rushed out of my lungs and I let my head fall forwards into my hands. God, what was happened to me? All I can think about is him… Brady this and Brady that and what would Brady do? Well, to be honest I had never stopped thinking about him over the past three years, but it had only been what ifs then. What if I had actually accepted him, given him a chance… But now, now it was totally different. I had a chance, a real chance and I don't know what I am going to do about it.

I took a deep breath and sat up, leaning against the cushioned back of the couch and closing my eyes. The soft pad of footsteps from behind me, where Brady had disappeared to only minutes before, and I turned my head to the side until I could catch a glimpse of him out of the corner of my eye. A glint of metal caught my eye and my head turned to follow it. Then he stepped in front of me and my eyes were drawn fully to the weapon dangling from his left hand.

It was slightly arched, the blade curving to the left in a sort of crescent moon gradually. So gradually that by the time the end of the blade was reached there was only a slight cure, but the blade was wicked. It was made of a black iron, and a single vein of silver ran through its center, making the colors contrast and seem to pop to the naked eye. The hilt was made of mahogany wood, polished and heated as to be almost unbreakable. A pattern was etched into it, wings stretching out along the guard from the center strip of silver that split the sword in two. If I looked closely enough each individual feather glittered a different color in the sunlight, as if they had been tinted as the glaze was painted on. He held the sheath in the opposite hand; a brilliant sliver in color and inscribed with ancient Kinkowan runes. I looked up at Brady, awe and gratitude and question in my eyes.

"Well, if you are going to fight with us you cannot be using a machete all the time. Chloe already has one from Boomer, so I thought you should have one as well. I designed it, actually; I thought you would like the contrast. These," he moved just behind me, reaching around my body to trace the runes along the center of the sheath. "-mean Who is Like God, and your name is inscribed on the opposite side. That is what your name means, you know; and these," he shifted his stance and I took a sharp breath as his body pressed against my back. "-symbolize your connection to him. He created the humans, but the angels are his chosen people. Birds are also the only creatures made to reach the heaven, and as such they are holy, they are of God. I thought it fit, because you are as agile as a bird, and as quick; not to mention as fierce. You are also Christian: I thought you would like it. Do you?"

His warm breath washed across the back of my neck and I had to fight to contain a shudder of pleasure. I gulped, something I prayed he couldn't feel. "Yes, yes Brady, I do like it. I love it, in fact. Thank you!" I spun around in his arms, wrapping my own around his chest and hugging him close. I felt him tighten his grip on me and I could have sworn he murmured something into my hair, but I couldn't tell for sure. It was too muffled. He pulled away a second later, much to my distaste.

"Hey, I know you are still tired. How about we head back to your room and hang this up? Then you can go back to bed. We have a long month ahead of us, if my assumptions are correct. Come on..." he gripped my hand again, gently leading me out of the room. I gripped the new sword, which I had yet to name, and hugged it to my chest. I followed behind him as he led us through the palace, walking at a languid pace. I risked a glance at my watch and my eyes went wide with surprise. Was it really one-thirty in the morning already?

"Here we are." Brady turned to face me and searched my face, most likely for permission to enter. I nodded, and he quietly opened the door. He stepped back, allowing me to enter first and followed me in, leaving the door ajar. I warm hand settled over mine and he weaved his fingers between my own until they gripped the sheathed sword before gently prying it from my grasp.

"Here, let me see that. We can just hang it up right over here…" He strode over to the east wall, where my bed was, and hung the beautiful weapon overtop of the headboard using a mounted stand that I didn't even know was there. Come to think of it there was nothing there earlier today. He took a step back and studied it, as if trying to decide if it was in the right place. Then, he turned away with a shrug and made his way back towards me, smiling warmly the whole time. He knelt in front of me and took my hand in his own, kissing my palm, before he rose.

"Goodnight, 'Kayla… I will see you in the morning, right?" It was more of a question than anything, so I nodded my acceptance. His smile softened and he bowed his head. I leaned up and pressed my lips to his cheek and hugged him one last time. He returned the gesture happily and brushed his lips across my brow.

"We train every morning at seven-thirty… You can join us if you wish." He pulled away, making his way towards the door. He paused at the frame and looked back, as if waiting for an answer. I smiled at him and murmured, "We'll see… I may not be awake by then." He nodded and then, with the soft rustle of fabric, he was gone.

Good, bad, horrible? I think the ending is a bit rushed but I couldnt think of anything else to add... Anyway, ow did you guys like the sword?

Lol, no propposals... Not yet at least XD

***This has been Un-Beta'ed the whole time I have been writing in. In search of a Beta with experiance.***