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<blockquote data-quote="Sienna_Rose" data-source="post: 3803429" data-attributes="member: 37563"><p><strong>For Always and Ever</strong></p><p></p><p>She looks over the desolation, the wind whipping her cape about, and what few strands of her hair that manage to escape her tight braid. Her violet eyes are troubled, an expression she will never let her troops see. She thinks we’ll stop following, if we see how this all bothers her. She’s wrong, there. Most of us would follow her to the edge of the world. She’d be able to get us back again. She’s been able to keep too many of us from falling and swelling <em>his</em> troops. The gods knew what they were doing when they chose her to bear that sword. When they chose her to stop <em>him</em>. Would that I could ease her burden. Take away whatever it is about that scar on her hand that adds so much to what she carries. </p><p></p><p></p><p><em><span style="color: RoyalBlue">The children collapse in a fit of giggles after their race. Finally controlling himself, the boy props himself up on his elbows, “We’ll be friends forever, won’t we, Sienna?”</span></em></p><p><em><span style="color: RoyalBlue">The girl grins up at him, “Of course we will, Serion.”</span></em></p><p><em><span style="color: RoyalBlue">“For always?”</span></em></p><p><em><span style="color: RoyalBlue">“For always and ever.”</span></em></p><p></p><p></p><p>“General?”</p><p>That determined, bitter look is gone when she turns to face me, she looks calm and alert – even in her eyes, those windows that give so much away in others.</p><p>“Yes, Lieutenant Caldon?”</p><p>“The scouts have returned and are on route to the command tent.”</p><p>“Thank you, Lieutenant.” </p><p></p><p>*** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** ***</p><p>It’s a war. And in war, there are casualties. Fatalities. But, she’s not supposed to be among them. Even from where I am, I can see the sword that has run her through. But, still, she fights on. And the clerics are so far away. Even the ones who are supposed to be at her side. </p><p>I cannot see it, but there are those that can. I know it, though, in my dread. Bright as the day is, illuminating this macabre scene, I know there is a shadow over her. The scythe is raised, and she will be lost to us. All that we may do is keep <em>him</em> from claiming her and adding her to his ever swelling ranks. </p><p> * * * * * * * *</p><p><strong>“Do not take her. She is still needed.”</strong></p><p><strong>“It is her time. You know as well as I do what that means.”</strong></p><p><strong>“There have been extensions granted before.”</strong></p><p><strong>“In rare cases.”</strong></p><p><strong>“Let this be one. She is the only one. And you want him stopped as much as we do.”</strong></p><p><strong>“You know the price.”</strong></p><p><strong>“Of course.”</strong></p><p><strong>“Very well then.”</strong></p><p> * * * * * * * *</p><p>She stands, still, though she is flagging. And the clerics, Gods be praised, have gotten to her side. All is not lost. </p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p><em><span style="color: RoyalBlue">“For always and ever.”</span></em></p><p><em><span style="color: RoyalBlue">“Oath on it.”</span></em></p><p><em><span style="color: RoyalBlue">“Oath?”</span></em></p><p><em><span style="color: RoyalBlue">“Yeah. My brother and Gregor swore an oath, on their blood –“</span></em></p><p><em><span style="color: RoyalBlue">“So, you do mean a blood oath.”</span></em></p><p><em><span style="color: RoyalBlue">“Uh-huh. “</span></em><span style="color: RoyalBlue"></span></p><p><span style="color: RoyalBlue">*** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** </span></p><p><span style="color: RoyalBlue"><em>The knife between their palms hurts, and the mingling of blood is just gross, but, the children are sincere in their oath. Friends. For always and ever.</em></span></p><p><span style="color: RoyalBlue">*** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** ***</span></p><p><span style="color: RoyalBlue"><em>“Do you really have to go?”</em></span></p><p><span style="color: RoyalBlue"><em>“Uh-huh. Martig can’t teach me any more. The mage school’s the only place for me now.”</em></span></p><p><span style="color: RoyalBlue"><em>The violet eyed girl throws her arms around her friend, “Don’t forget me.”</em></span></p><p><span style="color: RoyalBlue"><em>The boy holds up a scarred palm, “Of course I won’t. We’ll always be friends.”</em></span></p><p><span style="color: RoyalBlue"><em>She holds up her own scarred palm, smiling through her tears, and puts her hand against his, “For always and ever.”</em></span></p><p></p><p></p><p>Her eyes flicker when she hears the news. <em>He</em> is with the troops this time. That grim determination touches her features, as well as a touch of sadness, when she looks down at that scar. She nods, and the look is gone. If it was ever there. She asks her questions, issues her orders. This will be the last. They will face each other. Win or lose, for light or dark, it will be decided.</p><p></p><p>*** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** </p><p>She has met <em>him</em>, they stand before each other. I fight my way over, to be by her side in this final confrontation.</p><p>“Why do you oppose me, Sienna?”<em>his</em> voice is full of scorn.</p><p>“I have to, Serion. Look at what you’re doing.”</p><p>“And?”</p><p>“You’re bleeding the life from the world.”</p><p>“Our oath meant nothing to you, did it?”</p><p>“The oath I made was to one who died long ago.”</p><p><em>He</em> nods, “So be it.” </p><p><em>His</em> spell fails though, deflected by the sword that was bestowed upon her. The next meets the same fate. <em>He</em> draws a weapon, <em>his</em> troops drawing near. But, as <em>he</em> attacks and she defends, <em>his</em> eyes flicker, the greed and cruelty gone, for a moment. He drops before her, upon his knees, pleading in a whisper, “Do it.”</p><p>She raises her sword, and <em>his</em> lips curl in a sneer. <em>He</em> mocks her, “Friends for always,” even as <em>he</em> lunges to take advantage of what <em>he</em> sees as an opening. </p><p>She is ready though, and her sword strikes true, severing his neck, she whispers “For always and ever.”</p><p>His head rolls, eyes wide in shock that she kept steady, despite his taunts. </p><p></p><p> * * * * * * * *</p><p><strong>“It is done. It has been done. It is past her time.”</strong></p><p><strong>“But, she is a heroine, she cannot go to you.”</strong></p><p><strong>“That is the price. You knew it was.”</strong></p><p><strong>“But –“</strong></p><p><strong>“There are rules that even you cannot bend. It is her time. Past her time. She is not needed. The rebuilding is beyond needing her aid, the battle has been done.”</strong></p><p>* * * * * * * *</p><p>The tales will tell that the gods took her home to them. They certainly sent her some where. But, it wasn’t to their home. </p><p>I saw it, this time. The shadow, the scythe. But, as the scythe swung, she stepped . . .and was gone. </p><p>I heard the shattering. The running of sands. The shout.</p><p><strong>“WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?”</strong></p><p><strong>“She will not be your’s.”</strong></p><p><strong>“LOOK! LOOK UPON WHAT YOU HAVE WROUGHT!”</strong></p><p>The sands are the roar of the ocean.</p><p><strong>“Can nothing be done?”</strong></p><p><strong>“It was her time. You have broken the cycle. Bring her back.”</strong></p><p><strong>“We cannot.”</strong></p><p></p><p>I can feel them notice me. It is the shadow that speaks, <strong>“You understand?”</strong></p><p></p><p>Somehow, I do. I nod. To the understanding, to the necessity of what must be given. The shadow scythe swings toward me now. The sands still, and the robes settle about my shoulders, the smooth wood of a new scythe in my hands. </p><p></p><p><strong>“She’d have agreed to the price, had she known.”</strong></p><p>“Of course.”</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Sienna_Rose, post: 3803429, member: 37563"] [b]For Always and Ever[/b] She looks over the desolation, the wind whipping her cape about, and what few strands of her hair that manage to escape her tight braid. Her violet eyes are troubled, an expression she will never let her troops see. She thinks we’ll stop following, if we see how this all bothers her. She’s wrong, there. Most of us would follow her to the edge of the world. She’d be able to get us back again. She’s been able to keep too many of us from falling and swelling [I]his[/I] troops. The gods knew what they were doing when they chose her to bear that sword. When they chose her to stop [I]him[/I]. Would that I could ease her burden. Take away whatever it is about that scar on her hand that adds so much to what she carries. [I][COLOR=RoyalBlue]The children collapse in a fit of giggles after their race. Finally controlling himself, the boy props himself up on his elbows, “We’ll be friends forever, won’t we, Sienna?” The girl grins up at him, “Of course we will, Serion.” “For always?” “For always and ever.”[/COLOR][/I] “General?” That determined, bitter look is gone when she turns to face me, she looks calm and alert – even in her eyes, those windows that give so much away in others. “Yes, Lieutenant Caldon?” “The scouts have returned and are on route to the command tent.” “Thank you, Lieutenant.” *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** It’s a war. And in war, there are casualties. Fatalities. But, she’s not supposed to be among them. Even from where I am, I can see the sword that has run her through. But, still, she fights on. And the clerics are so far away. Even the ones who are supposed to be at her side. I cannot see it, but there are those that can. I know it, though, in my dread. Bright as the day is, illuminating this macabre scene, I know there is a shadow over her. The scythe is raised, and she will be lost to us. All that we may do is keep [I]him[/I] from claiming her and adding her to his ever swelling ranks. * * * * * * * * [B]“Do not take her. She is still needed.” “It is her time. You know as well as I do what that means.” “There have been extensions granted before.” “In rare cases.” “Let this be one. She is the only one. And you want him stopped as much as we do.” “You know the price.” “Of course.” “Very well then.”[/B] * * * * * * * * She stands, still, though she is flagging. And the clerics, Gods be praised, have gotten to her side. All is not lost. [I][COLOR=RoyalBlue]“For always and ever.” “Oath on it.” “Oath?” “Yeah. My brother and Gregor swore an oath, on their blood –“ “So, you do mean a blood oath.” “Uh-huh. “[/COLOR][/I][COLOR=RoyalBlue] *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** [I]The knife between their palms hurts, and the mingling of blood is just gross, but, the children are sincere in their oath. Friends. For always and ever.[/I] *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** [I]“Do you really have to go?” “Uh-huh. Martig can’t teach me any more. The mage school’s the only place for me now.” The violet eyed girl throws her arms around her friend, “Don’t forget me.” The boy holds up a scarred palm, “Of course I won’t. We’ll always be friends.” She holds up her own scarred palm, smiling through her tears, and puts her hand against his, “For always and ever.”[/I][/COLOR][I][/I] Her eyes flicker when she hears the news. [I]He[/I] is with the troops this time. That grim determination touches her features, as well as a touch of sadness, when she looks down at that scar. She nods, and the look is gone. If it was ever there. She asks her questions, issues her orders. This will be the last. They will face each other. Win or lose, for light or dark, it will be decided. *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** She has met [I]him[/I], they stand before each other. I fight my way over, to be by her side in this final confrontation. “Why do you oppose me, Sienna?”[I]his[/I] voice is full of scorn. “I have to, Serion. Look at what you’re doing.” “And?” “You’re bleeding the life from the world.” “Our oath meant nothing to you, did it?” “The oath I made was to one who died long ago.” [I]He[/I] nods, “So be it.” [I]His[/I] spell fails though, deflected by the sword that was bestowed upon her. The next meets the same fate. [I]He[/I] draws a weapon, [I]his[/I] troops drawing near. But, as [I]he[/I] attacks and she defends, [I]his[/I] eyes flicker, the greed and cruelty gone, for a moment. He drops before her, upon his knees, pleading in a whisper, “Do it.” She raises her sword, and [I]his[/I] lips curl in a sneer. [I]He[/I] mocks her, “Friends for always,” even as [I]he[/I] lunges to take advantage of what [I]he[/I] sees as an opening. She is ready though, and her sword strikes true, severing his neck, she whispers “For always and ever.” His head rolls, eyes wide in shock that she kept steady, despite his taunts. * * * * * * * * [B]“It is done. It has been done. It is past her time.” “But, she is a heroine, she cannot go to you.” “That is the price. You knew it was.” “But –“ “There are rules that even you cannot bend. It is her time. Past her time. She is not needed. The rebuilding is beyond needing her aid, the battle has been done.”[/B] * * * * * * * * The tales will tell that the gods took her home to them. They certainly sent her some where. But, it wasn’t to their home. I saw it, this time. The shadow, the scythe. But, as the scythe swung, she stepped . . .and was gone. I heard the shattering. The running of sands. The shout. [B]“WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?” “She will not be your’s.” “LOOK! LOOK UPON WHAT YOU HAVE WROUGHT!”[/B] The sands are the roar of the ocean. [B]“Can nothing be done?” “It was her time. You have broken the cycle. Bring her back.” “We cannot.”[/B] I can feel them notice me. It is the shadow that speaks, [B]“You understand?”[/B] Somehow, I do. I nod. To the understanding, to the necessity of what must be given. The shadow scythe swings toward me now. The sands still, and the robes settle about my shoulders, the smooth wood of a new scythe in my hands. [B]“She’d have agreed to the price, had she known.”[/B] “Of course.” [/QUOTE]
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