Destruction

Khaat arrived first at the clearing in the forest. She lit her wand brightly and checked around to be sure there were no other persons around who might either witness her actions or might be wounded by them. The sudden bright light frightened off all signs of any forest creatures, and the clearing was suddenly deserted.

She drew the amulet out and looked at it. It clearly did not have the hallmarks of a great man like Flamel. It was crude, with many little stones encircling it's foul looking design. Khaat personally thought it was ugly.

She thought about Rob and Miseria, and her friends. If she died, what would they do? Would they go on without her? Then she pushed them out of her mind. If she thought about them too long, she would end up changing her mind. No, it had to be destroyed.

She turned the amulet over in her hand, and noticed her own ring on her left hand was bright emerald green. She hoped Rob was preoccupied with anything else and wasn't noticing his ring's color. "Forgive me, Rob," She said softly, as if he could, somewhere, hear her troubled heart. The thought of things like this possibly going wrong had not bothered her before he entered her life. Now it mattered. It mattered more than she ever thought it would. Before, her life had been hers to either save or sacrifice. She had been raised and trained to be a warrior. Life had been somewhat cheap enough to be a daily risk. Now maybe that wasn't so true anymore. But the very last thing she wanted Majere to see was the least little bit of hesitation, so she gathered her courage again.

She wasnt sure what she was waiting for. The chances of Majere being any sort of benefactor to her were virtually none. And he was her backup? What on earth had she been thinking? Had she lost her senses altogether? It was more than likely that he was honestly coming to try to get her to reconsider.

She cast the amulet into the air, taking a deep breath, "Alerte Ascendare!" she used her wand to cast it as high as her wand would take it. Then she aimed straight at it and shouted, with everything she had, "Expulso!"

The amulet burst apart in a huge ball of the most eerie green flame she had ever seen, going into tiny pieces of twisted gold shrapnel, flying in every direction. The blast hit Khaat with far more force than she ever anticipated on, and she felt the life force racing out of her body as it was thrown backwards. Her mind numbed, things seemed to freeze. The last thing she saw was the ring on her left hand. It was no longer emerald green. The stones were black onyx and their finish was growing duller by the instant. She was positive she would never wake up again.

OOC: I can edit this and delete part of it if you like, vincent. I just got SOOOO bored! no one to rp with, so i ended up just writing and writing. lol

He was sat in a pub in London somewhere which wasn't out of the ordinary for Robert Dent. He’d had a bad day and needed something to do part-time at the weekends. Sure he loved weekends to himself and spending them with Khaat but he needed to do something constructive and there was only so much time that he could spend in pubs – especially with his mates. Rob yawned and stretched, enjoying the way his muscles gently pulled and his joints clicked. Rob put his arms back down on the table and his friend looked over to him with a raised eyebrow. Rob returned the gesture and the two began to laugh. Rob ran a hand through his hair and it was then that he noticed that the ring wasn’t sparkling. It was emerald green and Robert wondered what had happened. It wasn’t usually that colour it was red usually. Of course it bloody was, idiot. His mind snapped angrily. They’re rubies!
Rob bit his lip, this couldn’t be good. He put his pint down on the table and got to his feet with ever y intention of finding Khaat.

“Where are you going mate?” one of his friends asked, looking up from their game of Poker.
“My, uh, girlfriend is in trouble, Trev.” Robert said hesitantly. That didn’t sound right on his tongue. He’d fix it later though.
“What do you mean she’s in trouble? What colour is the ring?” Trevor asked, folding.
“Erm... green?” Rob said it as if it was a question and he knew instantly that something had to be wrong.
“Nah mate,” Nathanial said from where he was sat. “That’s black.”
“What!?”

Robert ran out of the pub, deciding to spare dramatics and a magic shoe by Apparating out of the pub. He ran into one of the alleys and took his wand out of his pocket. He lit the tip and pointed it at the ring. It was getting darker by the minute and Rob was biting a hole into his lip. He placed the tip of his wand on the onyx gem and closed his eyes, thinking of Khaat and only Khaat. He felt himself forced through a tight tube and landed on some mossy ground.

He was up on his feet instantly and he took his wand out, yelling ‘Lumos Maxima’ and lighting the area. He looked up at the trees. They were completely bare and devoid of any foliage. What had happened? Rob walked through the trees out into a clearing. She was lying there, she wasn’t moving. Rob broke into a run and crossed the length of the clearing in seconds. He knelt down beside Khaat and put his wand behind his ear. He didn’t know what to do. She couldn’t be taken to St. Mungo’s. Not like that. Rob lifted Khaat’s head into his lap and slowly began to run his fingers through her hair. He was lost. What in Merlin’s name had happened?

“Khaat? Baby, please wake up.” Rob murmured; his voice hollow and raw with emotion. “I-I should have been here. I know I should of. I just... what was going on that you didn’t tell me? I just.... what happened?”

He was insane, he was talking to his semi-dead ... what? Wife? No way, as much as he would love for her to be that wasn’t it. It wasn’t what they were. He felt lost; he didn’t know what to do. Soon enough, though, the tears were streaming down his cheeks. Shakily, Rob picked up his wand and ran a quick diagnosis spell over Khaat, wanting to know the extent of her injuries. A few broken ribs and some abrasions to her arms, legs and body, he read out from the results his wand showed. But it didn’t show any internal bleeding or anything like that.

“Damn it Khaat!” Rob snapped. “I love you! So much that I actually want to lock you away forever sometimes. It’s killing me to see you like this! I love you! Please, I’ll do anything for you, anything. We’ll get married! We could elope somewhere and avoid having to write out hand letters to every member of that cult of women I’m related to. We could honeymoon in Jamaica and learn how to make reggae music or something. Maybe I could grow my hair and we could both get dreadlocks. We’d look like a right pair of idiots.” Rob laughed through his tears and wiped some of them away with his hand. “Just, please. Wake up for me? Please? You're to young to be buried six feet under and I love you too much to let you go."

She thought she heard Rob somewhere in the distance. Somewhere far away. He was worth fighting to get back for. To get back to where she had been. She managed to reach out her fingers and grasp onto his arm. "Take me home." she managed. "Call my father. Make sure the amulet is completely gone first. Important. Before Majere gets here."

“Anything for you.” Rob mumbled, slowly caressing her cheek with his fingers. “I am never, ever letting you out of my sight again. I am going to cast a permanent sticking charm on us.” He chuckled a little bit and picked up his wand. He muttered some healing charms, pointing his wand at her chest and made sure the ribs were secured again. “As per the amulet, I think that’s gone.” He gathered Khaat into his arms and hugged her close to him, trying to remind himself that she was in fact alive. Then, with a crack, Rob disapparated.

(Should I set up a thread in the personal houses or edit this??)

probably a new thread, i would think.

Wow....