Don't look back you're not going that way. He told himself. But he couldn't help it. He turned back and his fate was sealed.

He saw her again. Her honey amber eyes looking straight at him. Full of worry, hope and...sadness?

Will she miss him as he will miss her?

He couldn't thank her enough. Finally, he brought two fingers to his heart, then to his lips then pointed them towards her. He gave her the Montague Salute.

It was a salute handed down ever since the ancient beginnings of the Montague family. The salute meant honor, respect, courage and trust. Rami remembered the first time he gotten that salute when he was nine from stunned onlookers who never believed he could tame the wildest stallion of the Arab Desert. The second and last time was when he went into battle as an eleven year old.

It was very rare to even get a salute like that once in your lifetime. One should feel very honored. In his heart of hearts he felt Jurie deserved one thousand of such salutes. She defied everything she stood for to save him. He felt more than grateful. He just couldn't pinpoint what it was that he felt.

But before he turned to go away for the first time in his life he saw the fabled Salute of the Capulet's. Three fingers to the forehead, two to the lips and then three fingers to the heart.

Then with one last smile he headed towards his lodgings.

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The woman who owned The Inn of the Eagles (the inn where Rami had rented his lodgings) was a withered woman of Russian background by the name of Sofia Romanovna but more lovingly known as Sonya.

She had greying hair, that once used to be a startling shade of blonde, she also had the most piercing light blue, almost silver eyes. She used to be a great beauty, even now she retained some aspects of her former self, but age and stress had eaten away at them. Her hair was pinned up in tightly wound bun and she wore black. Over all this gave her a severe sinister look. Yet she was anything but. After one conversation with her you would realise she was the sweetest old lady you shall ever encounter.

She didn't have many disruptions in her well-kept expensive inn so you can imagine her surprise when a tall, bloodied, handsome semi- naked young man staggered through the front door.

She instantly recognised him as the Montague boy.

"Now what have you gotten yourself into dearie?"

"Nothing I can't get myself out of" young Rami replied slyly. Then violent coughing racked his lungs and he ended up coughing up his own blood.

"Got into a fight have we dearie?"

If only you knew. Thought Rami but instead he nodded and asked for the keys to his room. She gave them willingly as long he promised not to go out until the doctor approves, for she had decided to call Dr. John Druitt one of the best doctors to be found.

Rami nodded. Luckily his room was only on the first floor. No stairs. Praise Allah.

He put down his shield and sword. He hid them as well as he could before another battle between himself and death ensued.

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After the strange Montague boy had left Jurie trudged back into her room. Tiredness overwhelmed her after all the excitement and suspense she had just been thrown into. Her memory flashed back to the gun room. She hadn't been aware of it. Had father built it without telling anyone? Who else knew?

She fell back onto her bed, tucking her arms behind her head. Rami's face popped into her head and she smiled, whispering, "fool."

Her eyes fluttered closed and she fell into a deep sleep, dreaming of the adventure she had just had with the strange Montague boy. It would be an unforgettable memory. Helping the enemy household escape form her own home. Him saving her in the process. Such valiance.

The next morning Jurie locked herself up in her training room with a bunch Kenji's newly designed guns and pistols. Shooting at the plastic mannequins, never missing a single target. The shots rang out loud and clear but Jurie's concentration never wavered. Lunch came and past but she didn't emerge from the room.

Takashi knocked on the door. "Jurie? Come on its dinner time."

Jurie's concentration shattered, like glass and she collapsed to the ground, breathing heavily. Sweat painted her body, sticking her singlet and leggings to her body. He gulped. He wasn't going to lie. His cousin was always looked dead gorgeous after she trained. But maybe this time she had pushed herself too much. Takashi crossed the room and pulled her up into his arms, carrying her to the bathroom.

"I'll get Marie to get you a change of clothes." He told her, laying her down in the bathtub.

Jurie nodded her head feebly. She had to to down to dinner otherwise Marie would start up one of her lectures again and Jurie wasn't sure how long she would be able to take it. Taking off her training gear she turned on the hot water and took a bath before moving to take shower. When she stepped out a dress was already sitting on the bench waiting for her to change into. Pulling it on she made her downstairs to the main dining hall.

Everyone was seated and easting.

"Ah! Jurie come sit with me." Takashi's voice floated above the noise as he patted the empty seat next to him.

Jurie looked up and made her way towards him smiling, looking tired.

After dinner Jurie slinked up to her room and fell onto her bed. Flashbacks of the times that she had with that strange boy came back and she smiled, reminiscing. There was a soft knock on her door.

"Jurie? Are you okay?" Takashi asked.

She turned to face him, her eyes almost fluttering closed. "Huh? Mmmmm..yeah I'm fine..." Her eyes closed.

Takashi chuckled and pulled the covers over her, gently patting her head. "Goodnight my dear cousin." He whispered into her ears before standing up and leaving the room.

That night the only thing Jurie dreamt of was the strange Montague boy.

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