The Valkyrie's Chosen
Prologue
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AN: For anyone reading my other stories (Particularly Sanctuary to the Lost and Damned ) I have not abandoned them; I'm simply exploring other inspirations.
Beware: This story does include some spoilers for the last few chapters.
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The dim light from a small candle lit a small piece of paper sitting on a table. A pair of eyes examined the contents of the note from above. A figure's body was bent over the barely lit paper.
There were sounds outside of the deadly place that had once been so inviting. The figure suspected that it must the Nazis. They were coming ever closer and there was no doubt that they would be there soon.
Through blond hair the figure reviewed the explanation of why the actions outlined in the note needed to be carried out by its recipient.
The blonde figure sitting at the old table would never have believed that things would have turned out like this? The figure had thought that the most horrific event in England's history occurred when the millennium order of the 'Third Reich' had attacked London, but such an event was nothing in comparison to the state of things now!
Never would this figure have thought that the Nazis flag would hang at Parliament. Never would the thought have ever occurred to the sitter's mind that England would exist for half-a century without any real resistance. The figure secretly wondered if the Queen....princess was still alive, or if what the quiet dark-haired figure standing by the wall had told him was true. Though the horror of it all would strike a nerve in anyone, it was the prospect of hope keep the body of this figure going.
The figure coughed.
The figure contemplated the nature of the device inside. At first the figure had felt better than fine, but soon the thing in the blonde's body stopped working. It was a mysterious device and neither the blond figure nor the companion knew if this was a built-in time-limit-mechanism of the devise or if it was simply a flaw in the tiny thing; the figure knew that between the searching Nazis and the device's failure, time was now very short. The figure knew that there was only enough time to complete the note before death claimed this body. Whether the blonde ended up facing God or the devil, The figure was not a concerned for the figure at this time, because if this worked; nothing that had happened over the last 55 years would matter.
The figure's dark-haired companion stood in the darkest corner watching the person sitting write the important document.
The sitting figure coughed again. This time a glob of blood the size of a beer bottle cap spatter on the table covering the upper-left corner of the note. The figure's eyes looked at the blood. The blond haired figure was dying. The blond laughed out of dark humor. The figure laughed because it was the blonde's death, not life would save the world. This produced some curiosity from the figure's companion, who did not see the humor of the situation; But the companion did not ask what was funny, but trusted that this dying person was entitled to almost anything.
This person knew that the English Nazis were getter closer and more aggressive in their pursuit.
The figure's companion leaned against the wall waiting for the figure to finish the note. This note was intended for one person. They had both agreed that only one person would be able to carry on the message that it held. Only one would be able to carry out the directive of the note. They had both considered what few people were left. ...and what few people might be trustworthy enough. This directive was the most important order to ever be given to a Brit. If successful it would mean that not only would Britain be safe from the tyrannical force of the third Reich, but the world as well.
The blonde's slim fingers made the final touches to the important note; the note that could change the history of the world.
The companion, who had never met the would-be receiver of the note, was more than a little concerned. This was a dangerous task even to the dark-haired one, who feared not the Nazis, but the master. But from what the figure had said, the companion believed that this person was their only hope.
The figure's whole body shook with pain.
"This woman" the dark-haired one asked, "is she strong enough."
"She has to be; if she's not..." The blonde then put a hand to the temple. The figure felt something. The sitter pulled away this hand. It was covered with blood. The figure then examined a lock of hair which had been previously blonde, but was now so saturated with blood that the blonde could have passed easily for a red-head.
"But will she understand?" the companion voiced a concern. Such a topic was difficult enough for the most brilliant minds of any age to comprehend.
The figure didn't have any answers for the companion.
"It's time." the figure said making a folly attempt to stand, (which brought the blonde to the old-stone floor). The figure looked over to the dark-haired one. "I will need your help." the figure managed to say as the blonde curled up in pain on the cold surface.
The companion just watched the figure on the floor.
"I said that I need your help damn it!" the blonde yelled at the companion. "What are you waiting for?"
The dark-haired one knew that the figure was not asking for a help up. The companion sighed "I wish that you and I had more time...soon you will be gone...again " The dark-haired one saw the pleading look in those familiar blue eyes.
The companion reached over to the figure shoulder. "Goodbye. I will miss you dearly."
The dark-haired one then tore past the skin into the figure's chest. The sound of breaking bone was nearly covered up with the sound of the figure's scream. Though this did not make the companion's actions stop. They both understood that this needed to be done. The companion then moved aside all the organs in the way before finding it; the small computer chip rested firmly on the side of the blonde's heart.
The figure, still alive, watched as the companion followed the agreed upon instructions; the companion included the computer chip in the envelope with the note and some other documentation.
The dark-haired companion then gave a respectful tip of the hat before shifting through a wall.
The blonde smiled as the last bit of red disappeared from sight.
**Bang** the door opposite to the direction that the companion had just left, opened.
The room soon filled with English Nazis, each bearing a swastika on their arm.
They grabbed the figure and proceeded to drag the dying form to their leader.
All the while the figure smiled. Though unsure of how time travel worked the figure knew that it did indeed work. The figure's part had been done now everything was out of this blonde's hands. What was more, was the simple fact as the soldiers dragged this form, the extra movement, brought this figure closer to death, but they would find nothing, for the device had been removed by the companion.
The blond figure took one last labored breath; an honorable death.
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END of Prologue
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AN: There is another chapter after this one, and if I get enough interest there will be more.
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Preview of the next chapter: The Success
The doctor's smile became the evilest it had ever been."Failed?" He laughed. "Failed? No dear Boy! This is a success! This is a working time machine."
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