Title: Nuala Monologues
Summary: Nuala's inner monologues about her everything and everyone in her life
Style: literal fiction
Rating: T
Disclaimer: I dont own either characters or ideas
Nuala's Monologues
I am Nuala. Princess Nuala. Daughter of King Balor. Sister of Prince Nuada Silverlance.
Lady of Bethmora. The Elf Princess of Underworld. She-elf of the Invisible Realm.
Death is only the beginning.
Be with me, my Brother.
It was so unbelievably hard for me to oppose you. I did what I felt was right but I felt you, I felt all your feelings, thoughts and your sacred righteousness. It ran through your veins and it ran through mine as well. Why didn't I kill myself before you killed our father? For I knew perfectly well as much as our father that it was the only thing which could stop you. Why didn't I? Because it is not easy to kill oneself? Because I thought I would stop you anyway?
There is no answer.
You always knew I would not allow you to spill the blood again. I knew you would come back in order to do it.
It depends. It is a human's blood. You say it is worthless sometimes. I say it is not water. They spill water if it is not the Earth blood. If you fill all the rivers with human's blood it will not help to clean their water. I am right and you are right either.
Our main problem was the fact we both were always right. You were right you wanted to wage war. I was right I did not allow you to do it.
When the King's bodyguard hit you I felt he hit me but not only that. The feeling was so overwhelming, so strong, and so strange. It was strange because the feeling of shared pain was not unfamiliar to me. I should not have been shocked when I felt your pain but I was. Having killed the King's bodyguard you looked at me and when my nose started to bleed you were nearly glad. I felt the connection rooted in our blood. This moment I knew we were not fading away we are burning.
It is hard to explain. The feeling of your righteousness fulfilled me violently. It was not only the feeling but also a need. I felt I would be right if I waged this war. I was taken by this feeling.
When you said "Death it is" I felt relieved. Relieved of this need. The need of jihad. I felt I had to wage war and I ran away not only from you but from myself. I was fighting with you till the end. One can say desperately or useless but it was not so. At least I did not feel so. It was meant or it was not. I just chose my way and walked through it till the end. As well as you did.
