From: "kturner" Subject: Submission- Redemption Date: Thu, 26 Mar 98 19:24:03 PST Redemption (1/1) Disclaimers: This is a little something I wrote in '96 a few days after I watched the original airing of LAST KNIGHT--it is one of those stories that really doesn't answer anything, but it sure made me feel better-- Nick and Nat do not belong to me--no copyright infringement is intended. Permission granted to archive at www.fkfanfic.com--anyone else please ask--flattery will get you everywhere- Redemption by Shelia Turner c 1996 She walked, the full moon setting at her back. Walked through the high grass and night blooming flowers. She trailed her fingers over their fragrant tops, marveling at the secrets they revealed at her touch. She knew not her name, or where she was, or even where she came from, but she knew where she was going. She walked under the slowly lightening sky with a purpose. Something was calling her. 'Needing her.' Needing her as much as she needed them. Visions or memories flowed through her as she walked. Visions of a lonely blonde man and a woman, with love and hope and faith gleaming in her eyes. She was walking to a promise kept. She paused at the edge of a valley and her heart leapt with joy. Under a gnarled black tree was a man. A fair-haired man on his knees and dressed in robes the color of dried blood. His head was in his hands and he was crying. Crying with despair and loneliness. The agony of one who believes he is lost and forgotten. 'Not lost, not forgotten,' sighed the night. She went to him, down on her knees beside him, and cradled his head to her chest. She rocked him and murmured words of love and faith into his hair. She lifted his head and kissed away the pink-tinged tears that fell from his green/gold eyes. Silently she urged him to his feet. The sun was rising and he was afraid. "Love and faith," she whispered against his mouth as she gazed unflinchingly into his eyes. Eyes that betrayed how he was so very different from her. He looked into her eyes, and knew what she felt. She saw the beast. She saw the man, and when he looked into her eyes he didn't see terror or disgust. He saw only unconditional love. The sun rose, chasing away the night and she held him close as the rays of the sun burned the blood from his garments, the green/gold from his eyes, and the darkness from his soul. Hand in hand they walked. The light of the morning sun haloing them with gold. They had faith. They had love. They had each other. Forever. fin comments, criticisms or helpful hints otherwise greatly appreciated-- Shelia Sacred High Priestess of the Holy Fang Boy Merc/FKPagan/GWDFC kturner@sun-spot.com