Hello! This is the first time IÕve gone into Dark is Rising, so bear with me, here...Please, please review?
Disclaimer: definitely dont own the Dark is Rising (why would I be writing fanfics if I was Susan Cooper?) so dont sue. All youÕll get is an overweight cat and a bunch of winterfresh wrappers.
Warnings: This contains SLASH and should not be read if you are an anti choice fundamentalist. Flame me for the slash and youÕll become part of my research for my psych class!
Bran has a choice. Eternity with his father, who loves him and was proud of him and had never wanted to let him go. Eternity in a land of happiness and beauty where there was no Dark, but only magic and the Light. Eternity.
Or death in a land of uncertainty and squalor, ugliness and plague, loneliness and misery. Death that made life seem all the more precious, the good in life only hightened by the bad.
Death with the man who had loved and protected him for his entire life, the man he named ÒdaÓ. A short, fleeting life, and then death, without even his memories of who he was, what he was, of Arthur.
He looks around him, his tawny eyes unrevealing. His father, shining with a light of honesty and unconditional love.
The Old Ones, with their mystery and their secrets, their perfect land waiting around the corner.
The Lady, who is not an Old One but something more, a knowing smile on her face.
Will, standing by MerrimanÕs side, eyes swirling with some emotion Bran can not name. Simon, Jane, and Barney, who have no choice but to forget, to go back to their lives, and leave this world that they have touched, but not dwelt in as Bran and Will had.
Will, who would not go to eternal bliss, eternal happiness, but would stay in the mundane earth, watching for some sign that might never come.
Always watching, watching the Earth either tear itself to pieces or heal its wounds, never knowing bliss, no companion, no friend.
Will, the Last Old One.
Will, who would remember Bran but whom Bran would not remember.
Will.
Bran looks again at Arthur, and he feels his heart breaking.
No! his mind screams. He will be nothing to you, just some sais you met on holiday.You are too young, he is too young...
We are both older than Time, Bran scoffs.
You will no longer care. Go to happiness, leave death behind you. Someday he would have to watch you die, someday you would die, you will die, you will die...Go to happiness.
I cannot, he replies. Not while he lives yet on this earth.
As he gives his answer, Merriman nods as if this is what he expected, Arthur gives him a sad but accepting smile--oh I am sorry father, I am sorry--and Will frowns, eyes darkening in the face of some unreadable emotion.
Only the Lady seems to know why, exactly why, and there is a bittersweet smile for her lips as well.
I do this for my father, for my family, for my world, he thinks fiercely, I do this for you.
And suddenly Bran Davies can remember nothing, and the world, his world, falls down around him.
tbc...
So, what did you think? My first foray into Dark is Rising fics. And please, remember that it only takes a second to click that little button on the left hand corner of the screen and type two words. Honestly...so little effort, so greatly appreciated.