"Lena!" I yell, but she doesn't hear me. I watch as she blacks out, and soon she's falling from branch too branch. I start to panic as I crawl down swiftly. Lena would always say I looked like a monkey the way I hung from the trees when we were little, but she always disliked the woods. It took me forever just too get her too learn how to climb a tree.
Nothing like this ever happend before though. My sister doesn't just faint, it not like her. "Lena!!" I scream out as I plop down onto the concrete.
The crowd's roar overpowers mine, and my cries become muffled. People are surging forward, stretching their necks as if desperatley trying to see something.
There. She has too be there.
I jostle my way through the hord, ignoring the people who curse out at me as I push past them, and then I see her. Body sprawled across the floor, blood dripping from her lips. There are dark streaks of red tatooed across her body where the branches must have hit. Starring in horror I jolt foward when something pushes me back.
I look up to find a guard.
"Easy." He warns.
For some reason he reminds me of a bear. He stands at least half a foot taller than me, voice gruff- chest big, and barreled.
I smolder in anger. "Why are you just standing there!? Do something about it!" I tryand force my way past him but more grab hold of me.
"You better watch your tongue, boy." One growls in my ear, taking hold of my collar and forcing my neck upwards. He was much smaller than the other guard, eyes colored like diamonds, short blonde spikes sticking upfrom his scalp.
"Let me go!" I protested, writhing in his grasp. "That's my sister!"
"Release the boy." Commanded a voice sweeter than any other I'd ever heard, breaking up the quarrel.
The guards released me and stepped aside, and from behind them emerged a women dressed in scarlet leather, a long, dark red rod hanging from her waist. A Mord Sith. It was common to see them around, but I didn't recognize this one. In fact, all I really knew about the Mord Sith is that if you let them touch you with their rods you'd buckle to your knees in agonizing pain, and if by her will she decided to keep it there, you would be dead in a matter of seconds.
The sound of her boots vibrated off the ground as she strolled casually over to Lena.
"This girl is dead." Said the bigger guard. He must have been the one in command. "My guards have checked her pulse. Her heart beats no more."
"What?!" I hear myself yell.
But she seemed too ignore the both of us, bending down despite the bloody situation, and blew something like acidic smoke into my sister's mouth. It had to be some sort of magic.
And I could tell it was; because soon Lena's eyes fluttered open and she started breathing again.
"..Cara? What's going on?"
And suddenly I was not looking at a guard, or a Mord Sith, or even one of the towns people. I was staring up into the eyes of the Lord Rahl himself. Beside him stood the Mother Confessor, who's worried gaze lingered first over Lena, and then her emerald eyes flickered up to mine, and down again to my neck.. She grabbed the hand of Lord Rahl and whispered something in his ear. Lord Rahl's gaze filckered up to me, and then he turned and said something I couldn't make out to a man behind him. Just then did I realize that Wizard Zorrander was here as well.
Lena starting to sit up looks at me with a dazed expression covering her face. Obviously she's confused. I want too go to her and explain, but I couldn't even though I wanted too desperatly. I didn't even know what was going on. So I just stand here, and try and force the corners of my mouth upward as if to say, "At least your alive? Right?"
"What's going on?" She demands. Eyes drifting from me, to the guards, to the confessor and Lord Rahl - back up to the Mord Sith hovering over her. Lena scrambled to her feet dizzily. "Wha-" Her eyes ran down to her blood streaked arms in panic. "-what happened?!"
"Wouldn't we all like know that." Said the wizard with a grin.
"You just blacked out." I stated blandly. "And then you fell."
"Guards." The Lord Rahl commanded. "Escort the poeple back to their homes, the parade is over. I'd like to talk to these two children alone."
"Yes, my Lord." Bowed the one in command. I watch as the guards turn to the poeple and usher them back to their homes, anouncing the end of the celebration. Sad sighs escape into the air as they shuffle their way along, easing out of the streets till there was nothing left but dust.
I look back at Lena, and It's funny...people say twins have some sort physic connection. I never believed in that type of stuff, and I doubt Lena ever did- but...at that moment- at that exact moment that I looked into her eyes. I knew what she was thinking.
...Because I was thinking the same.
