Keith gasped for air. He'd never experienced that breathing could be so painful or sickening. His hand felt for his liver, trying without any succes to relief the pain.
"How can a man tell something he doesn't know?" he panted. "I'm not who you think I am"

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O children, lift up your voice, lift up your voice,
Children, rejoice, rejoice..



It doesn't matter you don't believe in God, He believes in you.

The man laughed at him. "Oh, but I know exactly who you are. You're one of those so-called 'rebels' who traipses around with that outlaw, Haven Maverick." He leaned close to Keith's face, staring him straight in the eyes. "Don't toy with me, fool. Do you have any idea who you're dealing with?"

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"I should have been born a desert nomad" Tomos muttered under his breath, hugging his light jacket closer to his body. Already it was becoming colde. Tomos hated the cold with a passion. It also did little to ease his aching wounds. With a sigh of relieve, Tomos entered the cabin. Tomos basked in the warmth from the fire. Walking towards the fire, he first met Waverly and Ronin. About to greet them, he heard Waverly ask Ronin if he had seen Keith. "I saw him go into the woods. I think he was going for a walk. Is he not back yet?" Tomos asked, only a slight bit worried. Kieth's leg was injured, but he was smart enough to know his limits.

"I haven't seen him," was Waverly's reply. "Though I haven't checked his room. He went off alone?" A dozen thoughts hit her and she had to push them back, worrying as she bit her lip. Stop it, he can take care of himself. He's a grown man.

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"Yes.. a robber and a thief" Keith muttered under his breath. He spat in the man's face. "I do not know that man." He tried to get up, his arm still clenched to his side but he did not manage.
So is it now Haven who you're protecting? The man who hated you. A voice spoke inside him. No! he thought This was for his friends, Ronin.. Tomos..Lilith. And Waverly. No never would he speak.

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O children, lift up your voice, lift up your voice,
Children, rejoice, rejoice..



It doesn't matter you don't believe in God, He believes in you.

The man wiped the spit from his face, mortified by such disrespect. Angrily he belted Keith across the face with the back of his hand. "How dare you!" he snarled. "Insolent little *******." Under his breath, he added hotly, "Though I doubt I could expect better from one of those ******** that have dared to defy me all these years..."

It was then that it became apparent just who he was dealing with. The very man that Haven had poured his life into overthrowing. The man that defied everything the Shadin stood for. The king himself.

King Garrin scowled at his captive, brooding. "Perhaps an hour with my torturer would loosen your lips?"

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[ The king?! Haha didn't see that one coming I would suggest that they all should pack for town, I don't know how long Keith can keep it up ]

Keith tasted the warm blood in his mouth yet not able to locate where it came from. He felt quite dizzy so I took him more time to add the facts to draw a conclusion.
"I know nothing.." he mumbled, edging back for the wall. When the man spoke again it slowly dawned on him that it was the King, himself.
Keith looked at the man whom he'd just insulted and whom they were fighting for years. Then he cursed himself, this day and everything else.

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O children, lift up your voice, lift up your voice,
Children, rejoice, rejoice..



It doesn't matter you don't believe in God, He believes in you.

(( There's a time gap between the two scenes, so... yeah... But I gotta speed the Shadin along a bit. FYI, I might make this the last scene before I put Keith on pause for a little while. If that's ok. ))

"We'll see how much you know," Lord Garrin murmured. He gave s slight nod to the man in black, mouthing the words One hour, then stalked out of the chamber, disappearing into the blackness of the hall.
The man in black smiled at Keith an a most unfriendly way, selecting an iron poker from the hot coals of the small hearth in the wall, it's tip white-hot. He directed a cool, purposeful stare at Keith. "I suggest you make yourself comfortable," he muttered sardonically. "We may be here a while..."

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~*~ I am the Patron Saint of Lost Causes. ~*~

[ Sure, I'll just keep lurking until you moved on a bit ]

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O children, lift up your voice, lift up your voice,
Children, rejoice, rejoice..



It doesn't matter you don't believe in God, He believes in you.

[ I wrote a post that should get Keith out until everyone is back up again I was a bit sadish when I wrote it, so it turned out to be a bit well.. sad ]

Keith remained silent, not responding to the man vicious remark. He braced himself and no sound escaped his lips but the increasing cries of pain. Time seemed to have slowed down so every moment seemed to last an eternity. His world had narrowed down to this dark place where there was hardly any light and the cold tiles on which he lay.
Slowly Keith felt strength seep away to be replaced by pain like the last rays of sun after sunset which were taken away by darkness. Sweat and tears had mixed on his face as he lay on the floor like a wounded animal. In these moments all his faith and hopes were lost and Keith longed to surrender himself to despair. Eventually he couldn’t resist the temptation anymore.
“Stop..” he rasped, his voice barely audible. “My- name.. is Keith Morgan” Images started to spin around as he finally lost consciousness.

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O children, lift up your voice, lift up your voice,
Children, rejoice, rejoice..



It doesn't matter you don't believe in God, He believes in you.

(( Yow...That litterally made me cringe. Poor Keith. I guess I still gotta wait for everyone... wherever they may be..? ))

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(Sorry about taking so long, school owns my soul.)

Ronin frowned at the thought of Keith going off alone.

"Perhaps we should check after 'im if the lad's gone too late? I wouldnae wan' 'im to get hurt," he said fairly, trying to give Keith the benefit of the doubt. He did not however, feel comfortable with leaving the injured man by himself.

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Lilith frowned at Haven's sorrowful tone and let her hand rest on his shoulder longer while taking a seat next to him.

"She just needs time Haven. You owe her that at least. Please, do not dwell on it for too long I do not know how else to advise you," she replied honestly.

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Heavens no. Hell Yeah.


Set 1: Nurr | Set 2: Me

[ Sojo- so did I.. It's indeed a quite depressing post

I think everyone is very busy. Except for the Hallowfest, AU seems very quiet lately. ]

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O children, lift up your voice, lift up your voice,
Children, rejoice, rejoice..



It doesn't matter you don't believe in God, He believes in you.

(( Hah, Understood. Lucky me, I haven't had school in a while. Thank you Phillies! ))

His torturer grinned over at his assistant, who'd made an appearance sometime during the torrential downpour of pain over the past hour.

"Alert the king," he ordered quietly. "He's ready."

......

"If he's not back soon, we'll go looking for him," Waverly concluded, trying not to worry too much, though a bad feeling was broiling in the pit of her stomach. "In the meantime, I'll check his room..."

She left the room quietly, wandering off down the hall.

.......

"You're right, I suppose," Haven said quietly, glancing over at Lilith. He sat very still and relaxed, his entire being intensely aware of her gently hand on his shoulder. His gaze lingered over her a moment, taking the hand from his shoulder and holding it in his own.

"I...," he faltered and the words died on his lips. He shook his head a little with a soft smile to himself, then released her hand and stood.

"I'm going to get something from the kitchens. Come with me?"

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(Hallowfest was super fun! Hah, the killer was so unexpected.)

Ronin watched as Waverly walked away from him. He wrinkled his nose, he too felt bad about the situation. The large man took a moment to ponder over any other possibilities, but he could find none. Knowing Keith he was just walking about trying to clear his head, and probably did not wish to be disturbed. There was no use worrying until later so he decided it would be best to start packing for their move.

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Lilith felt her cheeks grow hot as he held her hand in his. It was an awkward, but not altogether unwanted. She smiled at Haven and nodded.

"Yes, of course. It is about time you had something, it will be good for your health," she said while standing and brushing off her brother's cloak (still around her shoulders) and her skirts.

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Set 1: Nurr | Set 2: Me

Haven chuckled slightly at her, seemingly amused. "You need to stop worrying so much about me, Lilith," he told her, giving a smile. "I can take care of myself."

He regretted it a split second later, hoping she wouldn't be offended. He rather liked the way she fussed over him sometimes.

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~*~ I am the Patron Saint of Lost Causes. ~*~