It was getting dark out, and Moyra couldn't remember for the life of her why she had volunteered to close her mother's stall tonight. Something about being a responsible, grown daughter. Moyra swore under her breath as she stuffed the last of the supplies in a bag and started towards home.

Usually she and her mother walked home together, or left when it was not quite so late, but Moyra had not finished closing until much later than normal, and the night was rapidly approaching. The streets of Promise were relatively safe to walk at night, but that didn't normally stop Moyra from being on edge anyway. She didn't live in the best part of the city and hard earned instincts were not casually discarded. However, this night, her thoughts were elsewhere when she nearly collided with someone on the street.

"Hey watch where you're going!" She snapped, trying to duck around the figure when someone grabbed her shoulder. "Get off of me, what are you-?" Her words cut off as she slowly turned around, realizing she was surrounded.

Five men surrounded her, two larger and burly, the other three bigger than her, but less muscly. "Can I help you?" She asked tersely, holding the bag of supplies close to her chest. She tried to sound braver than she felt.

"You're Breddo and Royma's girl, right?" The guy directly in front of her asked.

She lifted her chin and didn't answer. "Let me go, right now." She growled.

"She's feisty," The one gripping her shoulder commented. He leaned down and brushed her hair aside to whisper in her ear, "I like 'em feisty." She flinched away.

"She's grown into an attractive girl," A skinny one commented, "Not that scrawny street rat we used to see around." Moyra shivered as she watched them all comb her body lasciviously. She had been quite proud of the body she was finally developing into, but now she wished her body hadn't developed the way it had.

"Let me go," She tried again, but there was more fear in her voice.

"Heard one of Torin's brats went missing," One of them commented.

"And you're not on speaking terms with this other one," Another picked up.

"Which means you're just another Broken Town girl no one cares about," the first guy smiled maliciously, before moving in on her.

"They…" Her voice broke, and Kellach felt tears begin to fall from her eyes. She took a deep breath to steady herself. "They raped me."

Kellach felt as though someone had stabbed him in the heart. "Moyra…" He breathed, moving his other hand up to cup her face.

"I'll uh… I'd spare you the exact details but… I guess you should know… they uh… they passed me around like I was some kind of toy," She whispered, her voice haunted, "And they all… sometimes more than one at a time…"

Kellach felt the knife in his heart twist. He focused on wiping away the tears he could not see and did his best to offer comfort.

"I wasn't supposed to live, I found that out later," Moyra continued quietly. "They were going to use me, and when they were done, they were going to kill me, and no one would have known who did it. The evidence would have died with me."

Kellach was trembling with something other than memories of his torture. Anger was coursing through him, strong and hot.

"Driskoll saved me," Moyra reassured him, putting a hand on his chest. She must have seen the barely controlled emotions under the surface of his skin. "They were… I was… quite loud, and Driskoll had been out for a walk when he heard me. He rushed over and the guys took off pretty fast. You would have been proud of him. He had his sword out and looked pretty scary."

"Don't tell him that," Kellach felt the ghost of a smile touch his lips. "He'll be insufferable."

He felt her smile under his fingertips. "He just sees it as doing what he had to for a friend." Her smile faded. "He got me back to your place, wrapped in his jacket because… well… there wasn't much left of my clothes and those that were left were covered in blood and…" She stopped, gripping his shirt in her fists.

"We made up that night. He felt awful, of course, blaming himself for not being there with me to protect me. I tried to tell him that it was my fault, I shouldn't have been walking the streets alone at night…"

"Moyra, it wasn't your fault…"

"I know," She cut him off. "I know that now. But at the time, all I could think about was what I could have done differently, how I could have stopped it from happening at all." Kellach nodded. He had had the same thoughts during his captivity, and still had thoughts about the same things now that he was free. He was starting to see why Driskoll had directed him to their friend.

Moyra lowered her hands from his chest to rest them on his leg. "Of course, afterwards, I was… to use your words… a total wreck. I was having nightmare every night, when I did sleep, and I was so jumpy and defensive and refused to go anywhere alone during the day." Her voice dropped in volume. "I couldn't get clean. I couldn't get the feeling of them in me and on me off, no matter how hard I scrubbed. I used to rub myself raw, just trying to feel clean again.

"I… Jourdain had made me a special tea to make sure that… that I didn't end up carrying one of those monsters'… but I kept feeling like they had taken a part of me, and no matter what I did, I couldn't get it back… I felt different, I was different I…" Her voice trembled, but he felt her lift her face to look at him.

"I'm not telling you this so that you'll pity me, or to try to downplay what you went through at all, I'm not. I just… I want you to know that those feelings you're having of violation, lost of control of your own body and life, and feeling like you lost something in the mean time…" She ran fingers over the scars on his face. "You're not alone Kellach."

It took Kellach a moment to realize that there were angry tears in his eyes. "Those guys," He growled through clenched teeth, "My dad put them away, right? For a long time?"

He felt her nod. "With Driskoll and I as first hand witnesses, and a couple of other people who had seem them drag me into an alleyway, and they had a record of previous assaults. The proof was undeniable. But… once they knew they had lost, they started…" She flinched, more tears spilling down her face, "they started bragging about it, and all the things that they had made me do in front of everyone; my parents, your parents, people in town." She was trembling. "I just wanted to disappear."

Kellach didn't want to lose his way of seeing her expression, but he sacrificed the tactile cues in order to pull his friend into a tight hug. "Moyra, I'm so sorry. I wish I could have…" He didn't know what to say. He was starting to realize how his family must have felt the night before. How his father was feeling about learning of his blindness.

He felt her shrug. "You were dealing with your own stuff," She murmured in his ear. "I had an amazing support system here, once I chose to let them help me. You were on your own." He felt her fingers card comb through his hair. "It's probably why you're still so raw."

He could feel her waiting for him to say something, so he drew back out of the hug, wishing desperately again that he could see her face. They ended up resting their foreheads against each other's, listening to the other person breathe.

"When… when everything was happening to you…" He put his hands back on her face to try to read her expressions, "Did you…?" He didn't want to ask this, didn't want to confess to it, even after she had told him so much. "Did you ever wish you could just die?"

Moyra stilled, and he could feel her eyes on him. She took a moment, before she slowly responded, "There were times when I wanted to just disappear," She said quietly, "To not exist any more… but die?" She ran her fingers through the hair on the back of his neck, making him shiver as he waited for her answer. "I don't… I don't think so."

He felt his heart sink. No, of course she hadn't. Because only the weak wished for death.

"I did," Kellach admitted, hating himself for it. "Before I was going to jump out the window. Part of what made me able to make that jump, was the thought that… if I didn't make it… then everything would be over. All the pain, and the abuse… would just be over. And… I almost found myself hoping that I would die, because then I wouldn't have to live with the memories…" He chuckled wryly. "Ironic, isn't it? I hope for death, and instead I wake up blind and with enough bad memories to last a life time." He closed his eyes tightly, still smiling. "Gods, I'm so weak…"

Moyra gasped, before she gripped his chin tightly, almost painfully. His eyes shot open in alarm. "Moyra…"

"Now you listen to me, Kellach," Moyra snapped. "You are not, were not, and never will be weak. You were tortured for weeks, all along with the knowledge that if you just told your captors what they wanted to know, they would stop. Probably kill you, but they would have stopped. And you. Held. On." She punctuated each word with a jerk of his chin.

"Lesser men would have broken in days, maybe hours of what you went through, but you didn't." Her voice was intense. "You resisted them for four weeks, so much so that they had to call in a wizard to rip the answers out of your brain. And you still were able to protect us."

There were tears coming from her eyes again. "Kellach, you saved me, Driskoll, your parents and all of Promise by not breaking, and being strong to the last. You came home with scars but you came home. And you're here and making progress to come back to life." Her voice was breaking because of the intensity of her emotions.

"Don't you dare tell me that you're weak, Kellach. Because I don't believe one word of it." She was trembling. "You are so much more than you give yourself credit for," She whispered fiercely, her face inches from his so he could feel her breath on his mouth. "So I don't want to hear one more word of this weak bull-"

Kellach cut her off by pulling her face to his and kissing her like his life depended on it. Moyra stiffened, totally caught off guard by his actions. He drew back quickly, afraid he had done something wrong, but Moyra just asked, "Why did you…" Her voice was confused, but there was something else there he couldn't quite place without seeing her face.

Cursing his blindness again, he started to apologize before Moyra swooped in again, pushing him onto his back on the sofa and kissing him like her life depended on it.

Maybe it did.

Kellach thought his might.

Something happened the moment they kissed for the second time. Something wound up tight for so long released inside of Kellach and suddenly he couldn't get enough of her, touching her hair, her neck, her shoulders and back, mapping out every feature he had forgotten or not been around to know with vision. Her hands alternated between cupping his face, supporting herself, and pressing into his chest. He kissed down her neck and when he hit a particular spot, a mewl left her lips. "Gods, Kellach," She gasped, arching into him.

He was content to hover around her neck for a little while, seeing what noises he could get out of her. Eventually, her whimpers had hit a steady level, and she pushed him back. "St. Cuthbert, Gods, Kellach, I can't, too much," She panted, but he could hear the wonder and smile in her voice.

Kellach nodded, moving his hands to map out her face, that face that had been making those wonderful noises that made him want her, want everything, just want. He shifted his hips against her to try to get some relief for himself when Moyra's whole body stiffened, went rigid as a board.

Attuned as he was to touch now he noticed it instantly. "Moyra…? You okay?"

He moved a hand up to her face and felt that her face was tight and her eyes were closed tightly. "Moyra?" He asked, genuinely worried.

"No, Kellach, I'm… I'm fine…" She whispered tightly, shifting her weight off of him. "I just forgot you have a… Um… I forgot…"

Kellach was confused for a moment, before blood rushed into his face. "Oh, my… Sorry, I just, I mean, we were kissing and…" Moyra kissed him gently, but there was still tension in her movements.

"It's okay," She assured him, "You didn't do anything, it's just… me."

Kellach felt like he was missing something. Albeit blood wasn't exactly centered in his brain right now but he knew he was missing something obvious.

"They… um… had them too," Was all Moyra had to say before it clicked.

They. The men who had raped her. Gods, what was wrong with him? She had just told him about everything and he had to go and…

"Kellach, stop," Moyra put a hand on his face. "It's okay. We'll work through it. I just…" She took a breath. "I just need time."

Kellach nodded. "I can do that." He promised.

She kissed him gently again, and the two just cuddled for a few moment in the aftermath of what had just happened. He heard Moyra yawn, before she reluctantly said, "You should probably get to sleep."

"Yeah…" Kellach agreed halfheartedly, starting to feel the exhaustion of the day hit him. He started to get up, but something felt wrong about just leaving her down here, especially after what she had just told him. "Come to bed with me?" He asked, extending his hand in her general direction.

Moyra paused. "You sure?" She asked apprehensively. "What about Driskoll and your parents?"

Kellach nodded. "Please? For me?"

He heard her sigh, but it wasn't resigned. It was her agreeing to something she had wanted to do and could find no argument against. "Okay," She whispered, and they traveled up to the bedroom together.

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"Our scouts have reported that the boy has returned to Promise."

"I see…" A malicious feminine smile. "Well then, maybe it's time to tie up some loose ends and visit an old friend…"


Not sure when you'll see another update. The plot bunnies have run their course for this story at the moment. Let's just call this a temporary ending with Kellach home and safe, Kellach and Moyra finally having addressed their feelings for each other, and everyone on the mend.

That bit at the end? Well, I couldn't completely end it could I?

Thanks for reading everyone! I hope you enjoyed!

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