AN: Here's that multi-chap sequal to Hell's Gate I mentioned, and OMIGAWD I CAN'T BELIEVE I ACTUALLY GOT THIS PUBLISHED THE SAME DAY AS ITS PREDECESSOR, IT'S A MIRACLE!


Fiyero moaned and fought to open his eyes. He managed, though. Barely. But he managed. He looked around as memories slowly came back to him. Then he realized where he was:

On a pole in a cornfield.

Oh.

Of course.

Keris.

How could he forget?

He ached in every part of his body, and there was an unbearable throbbing in his head. Blood streamed down every surface and he could taste it in his mouth. There was a strange feeling in his right earlobe. He somehow managed to rub it against his shoulder and realized that he didn't feel his small emerald stud earring against his skin. He moaned again.

Great.

They'd taken his damn earring, too.

"Fuuuuuck."

His eyes filled with tears, breifly blurring his vision before they spilled over, streaming hot and fast down his cheeks, turning a reddish color as they mixed with the blood on his face. He took a deep breath and let out a hoarse, frustrated scream of anger and heartbreak.

"Fiyero?"

His head snapped up as Daeri stepped out from behind the cornstalks, his uniform coat unbuttoned and hat stuffed into his back pocket. He dropped his rifle on the ground next to him and cocked his head to one side, brown eyes filled with concern.

Fiyero glared at him. "Daeri...Out of all those bastards, you were the only one I've ever seen even the slightest trace of good in. You're so young, you've got so much potential to do great things. Instead, you choose to waste your life with these...these mavanah velspa dashnas..." He shook his head. "I don't understand it...Why? I just have to know why before I bleed to death."

"You're not gonna bleed to death, Fiyero," Daeri said. "We won't let that happen." Fiyero gave him a funny look. "'We?' Daeri, you and I are the only ones-" He was interrupted by a violent fit of coughing. He was only able to finish once it had subsided. "...Only ones here," he finished quietly.

"I'm here."

He knew that voice.

It couldn't be, though.

...Could it?

He turned his head towards the sound, fightning not to get his hopes up out of fear of having them cruelly dashed.

But there she was, emerging gracefully from the cornstalks, skin seeming to glow in the dawning light.

He smiled weakly.

"Fae..."


AN: The whole Daeri thing gets explained next chapter, I promise, so please don't kill me for not telling you yet! *hides*

Disclaimer: I own nobody except Daeri.