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Demon Stones (COMPLETED)

Novel By: writinglover
Gay and lesbian

A young noble meets and falls in love with a thief, and later learns there is more to his Noble father than meets the eye. He decides to join with the thieves, and help them. View table of contents...


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Submitted:Sep 19, 2012    Reads: 65    Comments: 2    Likes: 0   

It didn't take long for them to find their way out of the fortress, following the directions Breely had given Jarin. Once outside, they all mounted and ran their horses as far away as possible. There was not a reason to stay and try to find someone with any more answers about Kain. Whoever was involved had strong magic behind them, and they did not have the abilities to combat it.
Jarin had insisted on carrying Kain in front of himself, since he felt partly responsible for the things that had happened to him. Kain still had not moved, and Jarin was concerned about him. He could have been seriously drugged, or may just be very tired and stressed out. Jarin was guessing the former. Either way, he wanted to take care of Kain.
Two hours after nightfall, Devin allowed them to stop. They set up camp and cooked something to eat. While they were eating, Jarin felt Kain stir, while he was still leaning against him.
The blond man opened his eyes slowly, unsure of his surroundings. When Jarin placed an arm around him, Kain leaned into him.
Jarin looked at Devin, who appeared to be worried.
"How are you feeling, Kain?" The older man asked this carefully, so Kain would have time to digest the words.
Kain looked confused, but answered. "I feel okay...Just tired and groggy."
Jarin smiled at him, noticing that the smaller man had not moved away from him. He seemed to be taking comfort in him, instead.
Kain glanced around, settling on Devin again. "What happened? The last thing I remember is going into that room, and someone touched my mind...I blacked out, after that. Where are we?"
Devin shook his head slowly, regretting ever going to the wizard's house, in the first place. "We were attacked, and you were taken away. The wizard was murdered, and that is where it all began. According to Breely, the man who rescued you, the real danger was a magic user behind it, trying to get you. We would not let that happen, and left as soon as we had you back."
Kain nodded. "I see." He glanced at the guards. "Who are they?"
Devin glared at the leader. "Guards who were hired to watch you, once you were captured. They have agree to a plea bargain, so they will work with us."
At this, the leader nodded. "It was a mistake to work for our former employer. I quit, along with all my men. We did not know magic was involved. I promise."
Kain nodded at him. "Okay. As long as you can help get us somewhere safe, I will believe you. We don't know this area very well."
"Thank you," the leader glanced at his brother, who was now fast asleep.
Devin glanced around. "Well, I think we should get some sleep, once everyone finished eating."
Jarin searched the trees with his eyes, for the tenth time. He was worried about Breely. The young man had not returned, and Jarin hoped he was not harmed. He was not sure how he felt about Breely being alive, but he couldn't help being worried.
The next morning, Jarin felt someone cuddled up next to him. Looking down, he saw Kain sleeping soundly. He pulled the smaller man tighter against him, noticing how he fit perfectly against him. Smiling, he glanced around. Jarin saw a figure huddled against a tree, unmoving. He got up and moved over the the man cautiously.
When he got closer, Jarin saw that it was Breely. The young man looked drawn and tired, and he was staring off into space. When he turned to look at Jarin, there was pain in his eyes.
Jarin smiled at him. "What happened? Where is Rodney?"
Breely's nose twitched, the first sign he had shown of emotion. "He's dead," Breely answered quietly. "He got shot with the poison I warned you about."
Jarin remembered Breely's urgency about the cloak, and just now recalled Rodney getting hit. "Is that what killed him?" He still couldn't believe that Rodney had betrayed them. He was still trying to move past the shock of the betrayal, and now his death.
Breely turned to him again, his face clouded in pain. "He was not right, when he was fighting me. Something was off. He seemed crazed and panicked, almost like he was drugged, or something," he glanced at the guards. "It didn't have anything to do with them, except that they wanted the money from turning him into the sorcerers. They are nothing but fools. Rodney...wasn't all there," he said, suddenly biting his lower lip and looking at the ground. Jarin saw a few tears fall from his eyes, and he moved closer. Breely was shaking now, trying to keep the grief away. Jarin pulled him close, allowing him to cry freely. Jarin was also crying, and they drew comfort from one another.
Breely finally pulled away, wiping his eyes. "I'm sorry, Jarin. It's been a long night. I shouldn't have..."
Jarin shook his head. "No. It's okay. You don't have to be strong all the time. It's better to get it out now, instead of bottling it up."
"Thanks," Breely answered quietly. "I buried him already, burning his body, as he instructed me years ago...He didn't want to rot away. I guess that is a logical way to go." He closed his eyes for a moment, took a breath, then opened them again. "Are you okay?"
Jarin noticed that Breely had caught him staring at him. "Yeah. I'll be okay. So will Adriel. He didn't know him as well as we did. Honestly, I became kind of detatched from Rodney, once he started acting strange, and getting jealous over Kain. I am sad about his death...but I can't say I didn't see it coming. I would have helped him, if he wanted it, but he wouldn't open up to anyone."
Breely sighed. "I know. He had always been that way," he placed a hand on Jarin's arm. "Hey, I think I should explain things to you first. When you thought I was dead, I wasn't...exactly. The necklace gave me some power, and the wizards at the castle we just came from found me. I swear he was not connected to the sorcerers who are after Kain. He had informants in your father's castle, and that is how they got me back. He had me pulled back out of the ground and revived. The necklace gave me some strange powers, which allow me to feel into people's core being. That is how I felt Kain's problems. I swear I am telling the truth. I am also sorry that it has caused you so much pain, and I couldn't go back to you."
Jarin was staring at him again. He touched the necklace. "That's incredible. I am glad it did you some good. I was wondering how you survived...I'm glad."
Breely started to reply, then placed a finger to his lips. "Get everyone up. There's someone coming. I can feel it in the ground. Move quietly, but quickly. I think it is these mercenary magic users. If they have those darts, they will kill us all. We need to get out of here." He pulled out his sword. Jarin jumped to his feet.


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