Date: Fri, 2 Nov 2001 14:34:59 EST
From: Dragonknight2222@aol.com
Subject: The Knight and the Healer part 2

The Knight and the Healer (Part 2)
Friendship in Firelight

Disclaimer: If you do not approve of stories involving sex between two
males then please refrain from reading on, you will not enjoy this story.
Also, if you're underage you should leave too, sorry.  This story doesn't
contain true sex, but is sexual in nature.

To the Reader: Alright, I finally wrote Part 2.  I know this is moving
kinda slow, it'll pick up soon, I think.  This one doesn't have a sex
scene, maybe Part 3.  Thanks to everyone who has emailed me.  Also, read
part 1 first, it'll really help.  Enjoy...

	The kick came fast, the boot went deep into his gut, "Why can't I
see," he thought, "oh, that's right," he remembered, "my eyes are too
swollen."  Tears welled up as he was mercilessly booted in the back.
People were laughing, encouraging, cheering...
	He knew what was coming.  Someone tore at his clothes.  The pain
and humiliation were unbearable...
	His body violently jerked awake.  His eyes flew wide open, gazing
at the malicious faces about him, but they were gone.  The bodies were
replaced with trees, the angry shouts replaced with the gentle hum of the
wind, the cold stone floor was replaced with the cool dirt beneath his
feet, and the unbearable pain was just a little soreness in his stomach and
back.
	"Good to see your up," said a benevolent warm voice, "you and your
nightmares scared me to death."
	Trelor sat up and faced the handsome knight. With his armor off,
Trelor saw he was even more muscular than the healer first thought.  He
wore a loose brown and green tunic with a brown belt.  His boots were of a
light brown doeskin.  His features were very handsome when they smiled and
lost the viciousness of battle.
	The knight meanwhile, was kindling a fire and had a small pot ready
to be placed in the heat.  He struck his flint and smiled at Trelor before
bending down to blow gently on the small fire.  The two watched the flames
build up, Trelor lost in though and his companion silent and unsure of what
to say.  When sparks flew from the flame the knight sat the pot in the
flames.  The smell of food snapped Trelor from his thoughts and reminded
him of his manners.
	"Thank you for saving me," Trelor said, trying to sound grateful
but still in his cold nightmares.
	The knight looked up and smiled again, this time revealing his
pearly white teeth, "I should be thanking you for saving me," he said, "
Don't you remember?"  He asked in a rich gentle voice, in response to
Trelor's puzzled look.  When Trelor shook his head, his bamboozelment
doubled, everything was a blur.  "You were about to be kidnapped,"
explained the knight, "when I came.  I tried to fight them back but there
were too many.  Then you came and did some spell that sent most of them
running away it also gave me the strength to drive the last of them away."
	The thoughts came back to Trelor and he remembered the night's
events.  However, when he glanced around he saw that they were in a glen,
not the road he remembered last.  "Where are we?"
	"Well, you fainted after the spell and I couldn't just leave you,
so I threw you over Quicksilver over there," the knight pointed to a
beautiful gray/white stallion, it was calmly munching on some grass, "and
walked to this glen.  It seemed like a good place to make camp."
	"Why were you afraid of me and my nightmares?" Trelor asked,
drawing his knees to his chest and wrapping his hands around them.
	The knight stirred the stew before answering, "First you fainted
and then you started shaking and crying out on Quicksilver.  I set you down
in the glen but it only made things worse, I don't understand much about
magic, but you didn't look good."
	"Sorry, I fainted from casting such a powerful spell. The
nightmares were from my past, "Trelor's tone told the knight not to venture
into the past with Trelor.
	"Forgive me," said the healer, "here you have saved my life and yet
we don't even know each other's names.  I am Trelor, a healer in training."
	The knight smiled at the change in tone brought on by the change in
subject.  "I am Sir Vigilants Virgalen, Knight Templar, on a quest for Lady
Marmelide.  However, everyone calls me Virgil."
	Trelor came totally out of his nightmares, forcing a little smile
on his face, "what kind of a quest?"
	"I seek the necklace of Kaylana," said the knight, straitening up
with pride, "it can heal and prevent all ailments for he or she who wears
it."
	"Why do you seek it?"
	"The dear Lady cannot give birth to her child without either her or
the child dying due to a terrible ailment.  The necklace will end her
problems."
	" I gather that since such a brave strong knight like you was
chosen," the knight beamed with pride at the compliment, "the necklace is
difficult to acquire."
	"Yes," said the knight, "it is protected by Tethrex a giant Golem.
The necklace used to be long to his belated mother, which is why he guards
it so." As he spoke he took two bowls from his pack and poured some of the
contents in the pot into them.  Trelor smiled when he received his steaming
bowl and a spoon.  "I'm sorry for the bland taste, I'm not much of a cook
and know little of herbs and spices."
	Trelor hadn't eaten for days, and so horse dung would have been a
treat for him.  However, the warm stew was delicious.  He could feel its
savory warmth filling in him and energizing his magic.  The two talked for
a while about other meaningless things, the best foods, the most expensive
foods, and what the king loved to eat.  Trelor was surprised at how easily
Virgil made him forget his gloomy past.  However, all good things must come
to an end and this was no exception.
	"Where are you going and what your plans?" Virgil asked timidly.
	Trelor's eyes immediately went down and he shrugged.  "I don't
know.  I... was... kicked out of healers school... I've been wandering for
days..." tears welled up as he remembered his expelling, the beatings the
rapes.  He hadn't been expelled he had run away.
	Trelor expected the knight to laugh at him or leave him.  The
healer wouldn't have been surprised if Virgil kicked him across the glen or
beat him to death.  However, Virgil did none of these awful acts.  He only
looked down and thought for awhile.  "Well, I cannot leave you here
defenseless.  Every healer needs an escort.  So, why don't you come with
me, I'll protect you and we can share my rations.  Trelor's eyes smiled
with tears, never had anyone been so kind.  This knight was willing to help
him without ever even knowing him.  Trelor readily accepted.
	"Well, since you're coming with me, will you be my healer?" he
asked kindly.
	"Of course, I'm still a student, but I know more than a few useful
spells.  Are you hurt from yesterdays battle?" the young man asked.
	"Well, I've just got a sore shoulder.  I wouldn't care but it is my
right shoulder, which I use for my sword.  It can be knights undoing to
have a hurt shoulder on his sword side."
	Trelor was up in a flash.  He dove to the knight's shoulder and
closed his eyes.  He chanted softly and kneaded the knight's shoulder.
Trelor loved the feel of Virgil's big manly muscles; it reminded him
of... "No!" his mind shouted, "don't remember.  Forget, forget."
	He worked on the shoulder and kept himself from lusting over the
knight.  "I cannot allow such a thing to happen, it isn't right," he
thought to myself.  He then became aware of the knight moaning.  He hadn't
realized it, but in his thoughts he had completely healed the knight with
much more curative power than needed.
	Virgil meanwhile was relishing in the feeling.  He loved the
healing power and more than that; he loved those cute innocent hands.
Trelor was quite a lightweight, and that turned Virgil on.  He refused to
allow himself to fantasize more than that, but he knew he wanted to.  For
now he just did his best to hide his lengthening cock and enjoy the
curative magic.  He soon felt the healer stop, he knew his shoulder had
been fully healed and was tingling with power.
	Trelor got up slowly, tired from over-healing Virgil, and hurried
to the little blanket he had slept on earlier.  He was anxious to move
before Virgil caught sight of his hard tool.  The two whispered goodnight
and Trelor soon heard the knight snoring softly.  He too longed to sleep
but his mind wouldn't let him.  "I'll have to tell him my past someday,
he'll ask someday.  Then he'll hate me.  I can't allow myself to be aroused
by him either, it isn't right." His mind wandered; "ohh Drake, I miss
you..." his mind finally drifted off to sleep.
	Well what do you think?  Email me with comments, questions, and
support.  I could really use it, as far as I know, people like this story
the least of all my stories.  Sorry it is going slow.  Email me at
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