Criminal

I stretched, trying to rid my body of the stiffness plaguing it when I remembered all the occurrences from yesterday, I tried to block out last night's excursion as not to become too excited. But it couldn't be helped, for some reason the memories of her, and the way she moved wouldn't stay banished. All the memories from all the other girls I've seduced stayed banished once I was done with them. But Idril's keep coming back. It wasn't even my magik this time, my magik was content, bloated even. It was me... I wanted more... How strange.

"Good morning." She yawned, grogginess present in her voice.

"Good morning, darling." I smiled at her. I stroked her cheek and she turned scarlet again. "I only touched your face, what makes you so shy?"

"We... Um aren't wearing clothes and you..." She coughed in embarrassment.

"Oh... Oh." I cleared my throat, I could feel the heat coloring my cheeks. "Well maybe we should clear our heads and try to focus on the ever approaching battle... I'll go put some clothes on." I grabbed one of the sheets she wasn't using, trying to remain semi-decent, grabbed my clothes off the floor and headed towards the bathroom.

Once I closed the door behind me I sighed in defeat. What's wrong with me? She probably doesn't want to be anywhere near me. Why couldn't I wait for a better time? I'm moving too fast, she probably doesn't want this. I've screwed up, big time.

What's wrong with me? Her voice echoed in my head. He probably thinks I'm some kind of undesirable, like I throw myself at every male... This was a mistake. What if that's all he wanted? What if he leaves me? I could feel the panic rolling off her thoughts.

I pulled on my trousers quickly and ran back into the room. She looked up at me with tears in her eyes. I stood there with my mouth hanging open, unable to form words. What do I say?

What do I do?

I walked over and pulled her into a hug.

"Damn that telepathy." We said at the same time.

"Why do you think it happens?" She muttered. "Because it's annoyingly helpful."

"I don't know." I shrugged. "This is all so new and I don't know if I like it."

"Not even one part?" She frowned.

"You don't count. " I patted her head. "I'm still trying to deal with the fact that other people have feelings. For some reason the world does not revolve around me, and everyone else is not an emotionless corpse." She giggled. "How about we go see if anyone has come to help. And maybe learn what's going on with our magik replenishing bubble." I suggested.

"Okay." She smiled. We finished clothing ourselves then headed out, hand in hand. We went to the library first, and the dome was still there, only now it was a dark blue color.

"Well it doesn't run off our magik, that's for sure." I said. "My magik actually feels over fed."

"And I haven't died from lose of what little magik I actually have." She paused. "Why does it feel as if I have so much more magik now? I haven't eaten anything."

"The more you feed him the faster your magik will grown and be able to replenish itself." A very tired looking Corinth answered.
"I was just about to come find you, there's nothing anywhere that talks about giant domes of magik. Oh and some people were looking for you I told them to stay in the center of town until you got there. So you need to go there, and I'm going to bed."

"Okay." I said as she began to trudge to the in. She got a few feet away, then stopped.

"Don't get.... Distracted you kids, our lives are still on the line." She waved one last time then her form slowly retreated towards the inn. I shook my hard with a chuckle and headed off to the town square. I wonder who these people were, and how many there are. Could they really help us? Could we win this? Once we reached the town square I gasped.

There were hundreds of people. I thought she had said a few people! Where will they all stay? This town was nowhere near large enough to hold them, especially with all the fire damage.

"Look! It's them!" A man in front of us yelled. Silence engulfed and destroyed the crowd's chatter. Then, one by one they all knelt. It was as if we were the rulers of Peltumbe. I wasn't sure how to react... There's hundreds of men and women bowing down to us, expecting us to lead and guide them. How were we supposed to do that? I had planned on dying to save Idril. I don't know how to be a general. I took a deep breath and cleared my mind. I should probably say something to them.

"You needn't kneel for us. We're the same as you. In fact it is us who should bow before you, we are the ones that asked for help." Idril broke the silence that had been growing quite awkward.

"We kneel because we are graced by your presence. You two are the saviors of this land. The greatest king and queen we will ever have!"

"But we aren't." I spoke. "At least, not yet. As of this moment she is a runaway princess and I am a fugitive. We're nothing on our own. If we do live up to this prophecy everyone except for me seems to know of, it will be because of you. All of you. It takes more that two people to bring down an entire kingdom. So let us, bow to you." I knelt down on the ground, bringing Idril down with me. "Thank you for lending us your power in our time of need. No matter what happens in this battle, you will forever be appreciated." They all rose to their feet and cheered. I rose to my feet and couldn't help but smile. They were cheering because of me. They loved my short speech!

Once the applause ans cheers had died down Idril spoke up. "Where are all of you from?"

A man stepped forward, he was the same one who had told us why they had bowed. "A great majority of us are from Lumina City but we picked up many from random towns on our way here." She nodded thoughtfully.

"Where will you stay?" I asked. "The inn is rather small and the other half the town has been torched." The mam and a few in the crowd chuckled.

"We all have magik, we'll help rebuild the town that way." It was painfully obvious. How had I missed that? I put my hand to my face ans shook my head. They laughed.

"We have to go check on our friend, feel free to start rebuilding without us." I said and waved. The man lead the crowd in the opposite way.

"We actually have a chance." Idril gasped. "We could win and live happily ever after, like all the kids stories!" She giggled. I couldn't help but be infected by her hapiness. I smiled and pecked her on the cheek. She blushed and we continued to the inn.

Once we reached the and were enveloped in warmth, a new voice sounded in my head.

She killed your father... Put you in jail... It echoed. It was so soft I wasn't sure if it was actually there. It also caused an extreme pounding in my head. I released Idril's hand and rubbed my temples.

"What's wrong?" She asked worriedly, and stroked my arm.

"I have a sudden headache." I groaned. "I'm going to lay down, maybe it will get better... Will you go make sure Corinth is actually in bed and not reading?" She nodded and we separated. I put my hand on the doorknob to our room when a stab of pain radiated through my head.

Her.... Fault..

The only thing that's her fault is my happiness. She has granted me an opportunity to learn what love is. I don't understand what's her fault.

She killed your father. The voice was stronger this time.

He probably just accidently ran into her when he visited the king's palace once. She did say anyone who met her died. It's not her fault, it's the kings. There is no way she could have prevented her own birth or control how her father hid her.

She's evil. You were sent to jail, your family died, Tathar died. She is surrounded by death.

Excuse me, dearest voice in my head but I met Tathar in prison. Had I not gone there I would never had a best friend. Everything that has happened, happened for a reason.

That made the voice angry it took a knife to the pain centers in my brain. I fell to my knees.

EVIL! SHE'S EVIL! It screamed in my head. I clutched my head, trying to keep it from splitting in half.

"No, no she's not. She's gorgeous, kind, and I love her." I muttered. "Not evil... Not evil." Footsteps pounded down the hallway and set off gunshots of pain in my skull. It's too loud here, it hurts.

"Elessar? Elessar!" She cried and was suddenly on knees next to me. "Are you okay? What's wrong?"

I looked into her worried eyes as tears formed in my own. "It hurts." I whimpered. "It said you were evil, and it hurts. You're not evil I know but it wants me to think you are. But you aren't... Are you?" My eyebrows knit together.

"No, I'm not. At least I don't meant to be." She muttered and then pulled me into a I hug as I continued to mindlessly babble.

"It's in my brain, my head. It whispers and is trying to convince me to go against you. But of I do I'll lose the battle and die. Why does my brain want me to die?" The pain in my head made it impossible to filter my speech, or recall that she's not evil.

She must of noticed the battle raging inside my head... Or maybe just wished for me to shut up as she pressed her lips to mine. The pain instantly subsided, I could form whole thoughts again and the voice was silent. But I couldn't dig any deeper into what the voice was from because my magik was running rampant just beneath my skin. I adjusted so my back was against the door and pulled her onto my lap.

I tugged at her lower lip with my teeth, begging for entrance. She gladly allowed my tongue to explode her mouth, she didn't even put up a fight.

"Could you two at least make it into the room first?" Coring said with disgust coloring her tone. We jumped apart.

"I feel we were close enough..." I stood up and pulled Idril with me. "We were on the door." Corinth scoffed.

"He needed it!" Idril said defensively. "He was babbling about something being in his head and it trying to convince him I was evil and how his head hurt. So I panicked and figured kissing him was the best option."

Corinth gave me a look. "We're all going to need to sit down and talk about this. Idril you have to watch him closely. But as of right now we need to help rebuild the town to make room for the massive amount of visitors."

"You could have warned us earlier, we thought there was maybe five people... Not five-hundred." I glared at her.

"Well I'm sorry." Corinth said with no feel whatsoever. "Anyway we need to leave now. Idril, if he gets a headache of even a slight pounding in his head, kiss him." She quickly lead to the door. Why was she in such a hurry?

"I like that solution." Idril muttered softly and blushed.

I grabbed her hand and squeezed. "Me to."

But I still couldn't stop worrying about that voice. It was trying to take over my thoughts and convince we it was right. Was it the king's new method?

More importantly, what would happen if it ended up winning?