The End
Arkarian
"Are you alright?"
An angelic voice rings into my mind and returns me to an almost unwanted reality. I blink and focus in on the source of the question – my eyes meeting with those of a beautiful young woman. Her face is full of worry and her lips are pulled into a tight frown. I shift my body slightly and wrap an arm gently around her slender shoulders.
"I'm shocked Isabel, that's all," I mutter. She nods, ever so slightly, and nuzzles her head closer to my chest. I can feel her frown deepen so I squeeze her arm in what I hope stands as a comforting manner.
"I'm so sorry Arkarian," she murmurs into my shirt. I make a small noise in my throat – for the moment incapable of words – to let her know I have heard her condolences. It is shocking though. My father, who I was just beginning to grow closer to, is dead – by the hand of his sister. You'd think an immortal would live forever, wouldn't you? I suppose it's foolish to think that anyone lives forever. I wonder what all of this is doing to Isabel. She has shielded her thoughts from me, and I wish she would just let me in. I can't imagine the repercussions our final battle with the Order has had on her. She was unable to save Rochelle – may she rest in peace – and I have a sneaking suspicion she is holding herself responsible for the girl's death. And then there's the matter of Matt. Seeing two immortals die in front of her eyes must make her doubt her brother's invulnerability.
"What about you Isabel?" I pull her face up and look into her deep eyes. The faintest hint of a smile crosses her perfect features. She runs a soft hand down my face and I feel my heart surge at her touch.
"I'm okay. Ethan's a little out of it though," she pauses to sigh, obviously upset over her best friend being so distressed, "I should probably go and see him." I nod, completely understanding her motivation. Ethan has had little more than loss in his life – first his sister when he was merely a child, and now Rochelle, whom I know he loved deeply. Isabel leans in towards me and we share in a brief, yet passionate kiss.
"Tell him I say hello," I request as Isabel gets up from my bed and slips her jacket on, making her way to the door, "And ask him to come visit sometime soon."
"Definitely," Isabel nods, "Bye Arkarian, love you." She blows me a kiss and takes her leave. She knows her way out. I collapse onto my back, just lying still for a few moments of silent contemplation. The Guard is in a very strange position at the moment. The Citadel has been destroyed, making this mountainous chamber my temporary home. Some technology was salvaged and is now being housed here with me. Dartemis – who has been appointed leader of the Tribunal insists on starting the rebuilding process soon, even if there is little chance of a threat. Lathenia and Marduke have both been destroyed and I doubt there is another who could be as awful as they. Still, my uncle has a point. It's better to be safe than sorry. I can't quite imagine what would happen…
It is at that moment that I am hit with the oddest sensation I've ever experienced. My body seems to freeze, almost to a state of rigor mortis, but my head is spinning. Inside my mind, I see nothing, but I feel the power of my brain processing thoughts at what seems to be a mile a minute. And suddenly, it's over.
I sit bolt upright, panting, wondering what on Earth has just happened to me. But, I am not scared – surprisingly. In fact, there is a warm sense of comfort surrounding my limbs. I stand up slowly, testing out my legs to make sure they won't give out. They don't. I shake off the strange lingering feeling of warmth and walk out of my room, deciding to fix myself something to eat.
As I enter the room I keep my cooking utensils and such in, I stop dead in my tracks – unable to believe my eyes.
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Author's Note: Thanks for reading. Please leave a review to let me know if I should continue or not. This is my first GOT fan fiction story, so any constructive criticism is welcome. I also don't own anything that Marianne Curley does. Thanks.
-Jacqueline
