((This is my first fanfiction, so I'm just trying to get the hang of it.
Also, I wrote this section at 9:30 at night after waking up at 4 am and
driving for most of the day, so I'm a bit tired right now... Please tell me
how I did.))
Jacqueline Black felt an odd sort of joy as she stood, punishing her
former friend for her crimes. That was very strange; she'd always disliked
hurting people. But Kella had betrayed her, had hurt her reputation,
stability, and career. She still wasn't sure quite how much Kella had told,
as the Darkfriend would not confess. Jacqueline was the Amyrlin Seat, and
it was her duty to punish Darkfriends for their crimes, no matter how close
they'd been when younger. Now, she struck each invisible blow just as
firmly as she would have if they'd never met.
The Darkfriend kept her face straight, never crying out, not even
when the punishment was at its worst. Her body hung, limply suspended by
Air. Her hands and feet were bound the same way, though there was not much
chance that she would be able to escape. None, really. She stood on a block
of Air, suspended just high enough so that she did not hang herself from
the rope around her neck. The Air block was over a tall fire, licking her
feet, and the fire sent up huge waves of heat in the summer sun. On top of
all of that, she was being beaten by what seemed like solid, fiery bricks
The Amyrlin wasn't sure that her former friend and betrayer would
even live. But, miraculously, just as she slumped down, eyes closing for
the last time, Jacqueline judged the torture over. It was difficult for her
to control herself and make her 16-year-old body glide calmly over to a
friend she'd nearly killed. She managed, though, and she gently lowered the
battered Darkfriend to a stretcher.
The stretcher floated swiftly up the many corridors and staircases it
took to reach the Amyrlin's Rooms. At last, they made it, and Jacqueline
let the stretcher sink to the floor, depositing Kella slowly onto a fluffy
bed. She hurried over to the bed and placed her hands on the Darkfriend's
shoulders. Embracing saidar, she let a small wave of Healing course through
Kella. It was just enough to open the woman's pain-filled eyes.
Kella looked up, and even through the welts and cuts managed to glare
icily at the Amyrlin. She attempted to speak but couldn't. She didn't look
happy about it. Though she hated Healing, she decided that it would be
worth it to be able to speak to the one that had hurt her. She waited,
assuming that Jacqueline would understand.
Jacqueline sighed and placed her hands once more over Kella's
shoulders. She sent a large wave of Healing this time. Very large. It was
enough to make even her tired. She wondered what it would do to Kella and
was glad that she was not the receiver of it.
Kella just scowled and shook her head as if to clear it. She'd been
through much worse, and she would put up with it. She finally spoke, in a
smug voice. "So, you're done? You didn't even get a confession from me. Not
that I would have told you anything. I was ready to die, you know. Then all
of that would have been for nothing." She smirked. "But thanks for the
Healing. I truly am grateful, my old friend."
Jacqueline blinked, thinking it strange that Kella could put up with
the Healing so well. But she always had been tough, and had been Healed
many times. Kella's name, meaning "warrior," suited her well. When she
spoke, it was in a firm voice, though it took an effort. "I did not want to
kill someone of whom I thought was a friend for many years. Anyway, you are
right. Your death would have done nothing to help me. I want you to tell me
exactly what you told everyone about my...forbidden...channeling."
((I will write as fast as I can to get the next chapter up, but keep in
mind that I do have homework and other things to do, so it may be a few