Lights end part six Perisia’s capital had a graveyard that was almost as large as the city it’s self. It was a five day ride from Dal-Muh to the graveyard. The travel would have been faster if not for the boarder guards that had to be avoided at all costs. A camp was set up several miles away to keep suspicions down. Nadala had not been to the graveyard yet, preparations were managed by Dal-Muh’s trusted and Nadala was not needed until that evening. Geo had been brought along as well, he had become possessive of Nadala and no one was capable of speaking with her without a fight from him. Nadala could sense the hate pouring from him. She had to equal his own mood with a inner rage of her own. Nadala sat her head rested on Geo’s lap as his hands had instructed. He stroked her hair and Nadala sighed bothered by the heat. His eyes were on Isabelle who remained in camp with the guards. “Why does he become so impossible when you‘re around?” she questioned Nadala. “He thinks I‘m you, I would have thought seeing you would change his mind, but Geo must just remember your kindness and not your cruelty,” Nadala said her voice cold and sounding almost automated. Isabelle nodded, “To bad. I‘d have him live with me, but if he has eyes only for you there‘s no point.” Nadala frowned, Isabelle though notorious for her cruel ways and heavy handed attacks on various colonies, was kind to Nadala and spoke to her as though she was a friend. She had even gone so far as to supplement her diet with cream. To help lift her weight. It was harder to do out here in the dessert. But Isabelle had the cream buried and dug up for her. Apparently now it had gone bad so she wouldn’t be getting any more. Nadala thought if Isabelle hadn’t killed her father she could actually like her. Isabelle didn’t mind Geo being with Nadala, she even complimented Nadala on how he watched her like a hawk. She had even laughed when a guard had gotten rough with Nadala and Geo had broken his wrist. Isabelle rose from where she sat under a small shade sail and took a horse leaving, no doubt to speak with a boundary guard. Nadala sighed leaning into Geo. The sooner this was over with the better. If she could manage it she would escape with Geo while the thieves of Dal-Muh were busy with the undead that the wizard raised. Nadala knew her power would be used for the raising and she would be tired but if she could tell Geo and make him understand it would be fine. “Geo, I want you to listen to me,” she said in a hushed voice Geo inclined his head and even managed a ghost of a smile. “We have to leave here Geo, but we can‘t do that without your help.” “No,” Geo replied Nadala turned to him in shock. The word was so simple but the emotion surrounding it, his voice is was solid, sane. “Geo?” she questioned him. He looked down at the dagger tucked into her boot and his eyes turned to his face. “I love you, but I can‘t go. I should be buried here. Flesh for the maggots like she wanted.” Nadala’s eyes widened. “Who?” her heart was pounding there was a sad pleasure with his words. He was pulling on her hair now. She looked up and saw the anguish in his eyes. “Isabelle,” he hissed the words. “A rare sickness to the world. That‘s what she is.” Nadala wanted to push him harder, wanted to know if he saw her as herself not a memory like Donavan had said she was. “Then you know me?” Geo nodded, “The moment you showed a fool kindness I knew you Nadala. My mind is vague and wandering but not as much as I would allow people to think. I can‘t be here anymore, please don‘t make me.” He was shuddering tears tracing his angular face. Nadala cringed and struggled against the swelling emotion around her. So much despair she felt like she could drown in it. She let it pull her in, wanting him to understand she felt for him she understood. “Geo, we can change all the pain,” Nadala reassured him. He shook his head, “It grows.” He made her stand, she was swooning trying to fight back she had slipped to far into the emotions instead of mimicking she was feeling. She was lost, afraid scared for the he loved that she would end up hurt by a mad mans hands. Her hand went to her boot as the need beaconed. He was knelt holding her waist weeping into her thigh. Her own tears were blinding. She raised the knife, his back felt naked venerable, ready for the knife, but afraid of the pain it would cause. In a split second she had raised the dagger and slammed it into Geo’s Back with a power she didn’t know she processed. Her face was horrified yet she tore the dagger away and stabbed it into him a second, third and fourth time. Her chest heaving her mind a wash with so many emotions and thoughts overriding her own mind, her own sanity. “Nadala, stop, empty your mind a voice shouted.” She struggled remaining her grip on herself. She dropped the knife. Geo lay with his face in the sand and Nadala lifted her head sky ward and howled in rage and sorrow. He had lured her in with his feelings tricked her, used her to commit suicide. She sunk to the sand the blood making it stick to her hands. She lifted Geo and held him to her as tightly as she could. Her hands in his hair as his had always been in hers. Isabelle, Donavan and the wizard approached her their eyes cautious. “Nadala?” Isabelle asked. She nodded clinging to Geo her lips twisted into a bitter frown. Donavan grabbed the shirt of the dead man and Isabelle grabbed his wrist. “Leave her, devious bastard lured her into this, let her mourn and leave her be until I say otherwise.” Donavan walked away and Isabelle bent down. “I knew this was coming, but it was best to let you learn. Mistakes are the way we all learn. Think this your first and let it be your last. When your done mourning call for me I will have him buried then we must talk.” Nadala’s mouth was open but there was no longer any sound other then a rush of her breath trying to form her scream. She rested her head on Geo’s and sobbed.