Broken Blade (Discontinued)

Mare

I am soo sorry for not updating in so long! I had a lot of trouble with this part of the story. Thank you for everybody who has stuck around. I will try harder to update more often. I hope you enjoy, feel free to comment and thank you everybody for reading. Rise red as the Dawn!

"Cal?" I stand in the doorway of the shared bedroom staring at a sight I was not expecting. Cal stands frozen in time and staring back at me. The state he was in scared me a little. Sweat clings to his face making his dark hair stick to his face. He had obviously been sleeping because the hair that wasn't clinging to his forehead stood up at odd angles. This sight was new but what he was holding was shocking. He held a thin sword in the air. I was not aware that he kept a sword in the room and a blood crusted one at that. "Mare! What are you doing here?" Cal regained some of his composure and lowered the sword. "I finished talking to the newbloods for today. I was coming to see if you wanted to get some dinner. Cal, whats going on? who's sword is that and wh-who's is that? I point to the crimson end of the blade. Neither of us have moved from our original spots. Cal's face molds into confusion. "You don't remember?" Remember? Remember what? Was I there when he used the sword?  I guess the sword does look a little familiar. Cal stands there gaping at me as if I sprouted another head. "What?"  He continues to look at me like i'm the crazy one in this situation. I look at the blade closer hoping that it will help spark a memory. Besides the special molding on the handle the blade looks like any other. A thought began to dawn on me. The molding is very precious and completely medal. It would have taken a very steady hand to make it or just a thought and a flick of the hand. It cant be. Why would Cal have that? The thought turned my stomach. "Please tell me that is not Ptolemus blade." Cal averts his eyes and lowers his head. "Cal, why do you have that?" i growl at him. he opens his mouth to say something but decides its not worth sharing. "Cal, what sick reasons do you have that? And why did you leave it like that? Huh, Cal, why?" I begin yelling. Cal has kept something that shouldn't be saved. I wouldn't have been so angry if he had cleaned it up and told me he kept it. He didn't though. He left it bloody and hid it from me. I just don't understand. "I-I don't know.' Cal says meekly. "Then get rid of it." I don't want that here let alone in the same room. Sure it would be some what satisfying to watch his own sword betray him but I don't find that a good enough reason to save it. "I cant." Cal's voice is barely loud enough to hear. "Why not?"         "I just can't!" The room started to grow in temperature. "Fine if you love your precious sword so much than ill leave you be." I turn to start walking out of the door. I want to slam the door, I want to run but because of that blasted sword I can't.  " Mare wait." Call follows. He is able to catch up to me in three strides. Damn these crutches. Cal blocks my path. I try to glare a hole right through him but he doesn't move. "Come back." Cal says gently. I reluctantly turn back around to the room. Cal follows close behind. We enter the room and Cal closes the door behind us. We now stand facing each other, not saying a word. I can tell we each have so many questions to ask but the questions either don't have an answer or we don't want to know the answer. The anger has calmed enough for me to safely ask "Why did you keep it?" Cal looks away. "I told you, I don't know." He's lying.  "Cal, look at me." Some force comes out with the demand and it works. He now looks at me and in his eyes looms anger and sadness. "You know why you kept it." A moment of silence sweeps through. "I want to destroy it, I want to see it in a million pieces. I want to make sure it is gone for good. I want to make sure it doesn't end up in the wrong hands. Happy?" The room grows in heat again. Cal walks over to the bed and sits on the edge with his face in his hands. I wan't expecting that answer but then again what answer was I expecting? His answer makes sense, sadly though its, never the swords fault, its the user and i know he wont destroy the user.  I've known Cal long enough to know he has a hard time killing his past. I clumsy walk over to him. Cal silently sits, head in hands. " I understand now. You could of at least cleaned it off though." I say jokingly. Cal lets out a half hearted laugh. "I guess i could of" He sits up and takes a deep breathe. It still shocks me to think that someone could change so quickly. They can go from broken and beaten to calm and put together. We sit staring at the wall. Each in our own disastrous world. "What happened?" Cal's question knocks me back into reality. "Excuse me?" Cal still staring at the wall asks again. "What happened that day?" That day. I guess no one knows the full story, they only know bits and pieces. I was alone. How sad, if I had died no one would have really known how it went down. "You sure you want to know?"  I ask him. He nods lightly. I take a deep breathe and try to remember the beginning.  "It all happened so fast. Ptolemus had just decapitated a silver. He was aiming for me but sadly the silver got in the way. He aims well, he still managed to hit me. The sword went right through me. Next thing I knew the world started spinning and then I was in the jet. I'm guess that was Shades doing. I am thankful he was behind me and not in front of me. I couldn't image what I would do if he took the blade instead of me. Anyway, It didn't fully process what happened, so I stood starring at the blade. It was like it wasn't real, like it was a dream but it wasn't because no matter how much i told myself to wake up I didn't. I could barely hear what was going on, all my focus was on that blasted sword. Some how I heard Shade say my name and I turned around. after that it gets foggy, I remember someone screamed and pressure and... lots of pain. Then some how I woke up here." Tears stung my eyes and threatened to fall. I hadn't really thought about it till now. It was scary to live through but to relive it was even scarier. Cal embraces me. The embrace hurts but I don't care. I let the tears fall and cry into Cal's chest. I didn't realize how lucky I was. I could have died. I could of never seen my family again, I could of never seen Cal again. This thought makes the tears fall faster. Then again maybe if would of been better if I died. I wouldn't cause so many people to loose their lives. Maybe Maven would loosen up on the scarlet guard. I wouldn't disappoint my family any more. I wouldn't be constantly hurting the ones I love. We sit there wrapped around each other for awhile. "Do you remember seeing me or Cameron?" Cal's asks softly. "No." Cameron helped? That's unlike her. "You know you called me your fire prince." I did? Oh no! "No I didn't. A small laugh escaped Cal's mouth. I start blushing so hard the tears begin to slow. "Oh, you did.You even wiped my tears away. You started saying something else but we lost you before you could finish. You know, you're a lot nicer when you're delusional." What he said surprised me. He cried? The should be king cried... about me? Whats even more shocking is that he admitted it. "You cried?" I asked pushing away from his chest so I could look into his eyes. His eyes grow bigger and he begins to blush. I guess he didn't realize he said it. " I did. I was so scared I would loose you. Hell, I almost burnt down the medical unit down several times. I cant loose you." He said the last part softer than the rest. I pulled back into the worm embrace. Neither of us talked after that. We sat enjoying each other. I listened to Cal's strong heartbeat, trying to lock the sound and feeling into memory in case I never hear it again. His steady heart and warm body made me tired. I allowed myself to close my eyes knowing i was for once safe. The darkness of sleep quickly took over. 

A/N: I had another thought. Do you think Cal and Maven took dance classes when they were younger? They had to have learned how to ballroom dance some how right? Can you imagine like a 10 year old Cal and a 8 year old Maven in a dance class! I think Cal would be the better ball room dancer but when it comes to dancing for fun, he has no sense of rhythm. Maven would be an okay ballroom dancer but he enjoys and is much better at just dancing for fun. Oh and to add on to that, that is another thing Elara took away from Maven. She took away the enjoyment from dancing for fun. I don't know just a thought.