I don't own Discworld or any of its characters, locations, etc
(unfortunately). They are the property of Terry Pratchett. So don't think
I'm trying to get credit for 'em!
This story takes place a few months after "Soul Music", just so you know. It's more serious than the actual Discworld books, so if you were expecting Terry Pratchett-style comedy, look elsewhere!
She had been on the run for days now. Wind whipped against her pale face as she sprinted away from the others. She had been betrayed by those she thought were friends, and now she had no choice but to escape. However, they weren't going to let her get away that easily.
"There she is!" A voice behind her cried, and Susan faded out of sight again, and darted for the shadows. While she was so tired, it was hard for her to maintain her invisibility so well. She had been discriminated at school now that they knew who she was, who her grandfather was, and even her friends, like Jade and Gloria, tried to drive her out of the school, their old friendship now destroyed by pure hatred. The bullying got so bad, that one night she slipped out of her bedroom at midnight, and ran for it, unaware, that Miss Butts was watching her every move. And now they were going to hunt her down. Exhausted, she ducked behind a pile of old boxes in a dark alleyway, trying to catch her breath. Once she was sure she had lost them, Susan faded out of sight again, and shot across the road into the nearest building she could see. Totally out of energy, and completely starved, having eaten nothing in days, she slumped to the floor of the building, and lay there, unconscious, and unaware of the pupils that turned and ran, bursting with excitement now that they had found her, and would be able to give her what she deserved.
"Are you alright?"
"Man, she looks like she had a rough time."
"Yeah. I'd better take her upstairs. Take over for me, okay?"
"You got it."
Susan groaned slightly, trying to make sense of the voices around her. Everything was muffled, and she had no sense of time or space. As her head slowly cleared, she realised that she was lying on something soft, and someone else was in the room. Too tired to do much, she gave up trying to figure out what was happening, and slept.
He watched her intently, his mind racing. He knew he had seen that face before. Turning to walk back downstairs, the young man froze in horror as he looked up. Towering over him was a cloaked figure, carrying a deadly- looking scythe. The boy gulped, knowing instantly who it was.
"What do you want?" He asked, his heart thumping so hard, he felt it would burst out of his chest. "I'm too young to go yet." Death looked down at him, then at Susan.
I AM NOT HERE TO TAKE YOU, He said, his voice echoing throughout the room. I AM SIMPLY HERE TO GIVE YOU SOMETHING. IT IS YOUR DUTY, YOUR DESTINY, TO PROTECT THIS GIRL. He produced a small bottle from beneath his cloak, and handed it to the boy, who stared at it, fascinated by the elaborate designs that covered the metal container. The design was of a dragon, spiralling around the engraved bottle. The stopper was in the shape of the dragon's head, holding a small harp in its jaws. The boy looked up at Death, who spoke again.
THIS BOTTLE HOLDS YOUR MEMORY. NOT FORM THIS REALITY, BUT FROM ANOTHER REALITY. THIS WILL EXPLAIN TO YOU ALL YOU NEED TO KNOW ABOUT THIS GIRL. With that, Death faded away into the darkness. The boy looked at the bottle again, and noticed words engraved into the side. They said, 'Imp Y Celyn' in large letters. Imp looked around the room again, examined the bottle one last time, and drank.
This story takes place a few months after "Soul Music", just so you know. It's more serious than the actual Discworld books, so if you were expecting Terry Pratchett-style comedy, look elsewhere!
She had been on the run for days now. Wind whipped against her pale face as she sprinted away from the others. She had been betrayed by those she thought were friends, and now she had no choice but to escape. However, they weren't going to let her get away that easily.
"There she is!" A voice behind her cried, and Susan faded out of sight again, and darted for the shadows. While she was so tired, it was hard for her to maintain her invisibility so well. She had been discriminated at school now that they knew who she was, who her grandfather was, and even her friends, like Jade and Gloria, tried to drive her out of the school, their old friendship now destroyed by pure hatred. The bullying got so bad, that one night she slipped out of her bedroom at midnight, and ran for it, unaware, that Miss Butts was watching her every move. And now they were going to hunt her down. Exhausted, she ducked behind a pile of old boxes in a dark alleyway, trying to catch her breath. Once she was sure she had lost them, Susan faded out of sight again, and shot across the road into the nearest building she could see. Totally out of energy, and completely starved, having eaten nothing in days, she slumped to the floor of the building, and lay there, unconscious, and unaware of the pupils that turned and ran, bursting with excitement now that they had found her, and would be able to give her what she deserved.
"Are you alright?"
"Man, she looks like she had a rough time."
"Yeah. I'd better take her upstairs. Take over for me, okay?"
"You got it."
Susan groaned slightly, trying to make sense of the voices around her. Everything was muffled, and she had no sense of time or space. As her head slowly cleared, she realised that she was lying on something soft, and someone else was in the room. Too tired to do much, she gave up trying to figure out what was happening, and slept.
He watched her intently, his mind racing. He knew he had seen that face before. Turning to walk back downstairs, the young man froze in horror as he looked up. Towering over him was a cloaked figure, carrying a deadly- looking scythe. The boy gulped, knowing instantly who it was.
"What do you want?" He asked, his heart thumping so hard, he felt it would burst out of his chest. "I'm too young to go yet." Death looked down at him, then at Susan.
I AM NOT HERE TO TAKE YOU, He said, his voice echoing throughout the room. I AM SIMPLY HERE TO GIVE YOU SOMETHING. IT IS YOUR DUTY, YOUR DESTINY, TO PROTECT THIS GIRL. He produced a small bottle from beneath his cloak, and handed it to the boy, who stared at it, fascinated by the elaborate designs that covered the metal container. The design was of a dragon, spiralling around the engraved bottle. The stopper was in the shape of the dragon's head, holding a small harp in its jaws. The boy looked up at Death, who spoke again.
THIS BOTTLE HOLDS YOUR MEMORY. NOT FORM THIS REALITY, BUT FROM ANOTHER REALITY. THIS WILL EXPLAIN TO YOU ALL YOU NEED TO KNOW ABOUT THIS GIRL. With that, Death faded away into the darkness. The boy looked at the bottle again, and noticed words engraved into the side. They said, 'Imp Y Celyn' in large letters. Imp looked around the room again, examined the bottle one last time, and drank.