The Parting
Chapter 1-The End
Daine sighed. She knew it would come down to this. "It doesn't have to be this way," she pleaded to them, but it was no use. Their eyes were as hard as stone.
"We have to do this," said Numair. "I can't take it anymore." He buried his head in his gigantic hands. "If I don't survive, love, this is for you." He lifted her up easily (she was nearly half his height) and they kissed. All of this in front of Alexander. Realizing that, Numair released Daine and put her down.
Alexander stood at the other side of the room. His eyes were blazing fire. Wordlessly, he lifted himself in the air, disappeared, and reappeared in front of Daine and Numair.
He raised his hand. Daine held her breath. Here, the two of the three most powerful sorcerers ever to live were in front of her now. It was a fight- a fight to the death.
"Please," she begged. "I don't want this to happen."
"But we do," replied Alexander evenly. At this, Daine gave up. After months and months of cajoling them not to do let it result in this, she just stopped. Tears she had been holding back escaped from her eyes and flooded down her flushed cheeks.
Numair and Alexander immediately came to her side.
"It's okay," whispered Numair, running his fingers through her hair.
"I still love you," murmured Alexander in Daine's ear. Then he kissed her for a few moments that seemed like forever to Daine.
Then Numair and Alexander got up slowly. They each went to opposite ends of the room. They had their hands raised, colored light gathering in their hands, when-
The door burst open. Alexander, who had been standing right by it, fell down. The person who had interrupted the fight to the death tripped over the fire extinguisher Daine had brought and toppled on top of Alexander. Alexander got up slowly. He offered the tripping person a hand. She looked at him and they stared deeply into each others eyes. She had huge baby blue eyes, but dark black hair. Her pale skin glowed, she was only about 14 years old, the same age as Alexander.
Daine was staring at this from a corner. She knew who had saved for her a few more precious moments of both Numair and Alexander being alive. It was her friend Estelle, who she had met many summers ago at the castle in Corus.
"Are you alright?" Alexander asked Estelle, concerned.
"I'm fine," said Estelle softly, brushing herself off. She spotted Numair and Daine with rigid looks on their faces. "I'm sorry," she said hurriedly. "Did I interrupt something?" Nobody answered her. "I think it's best I'd leave," she murmured, lifting up her skirts to show bare feet.
No! screamed Daine in her mind. Estelle stopped. Can she hear me? wondered Daine, her heart thundering. This is the first two-legger I've been able to talk to through my mind. Sure enough, a faraway sounding voice floated through her mind.
What's going on? Estelle asked.
They're going to kill each other! thought Daine frantically. And it's all my fault... I was the one who started all of this!
Of course you weren't, replied Estelle firmly. They're responsible for their own choices in life. Not you. Can I do anything to help?
Try to leave- and take Alexander with you. I think he likes you, Daine thought.
Oh my gosh! Not even over with you and... Estelle's thoughts trailed off. That's the quickest rebound I've ever seen!
It's for his own good, and I liked Numair better anyways, Daine replied. Please!
If you insist, thought Estelle. She turned to Alexander, a pained look on her face. Daine's mouth dropped open. She was shocked. Blood dripped all down Estelle's arm. A huge gash showed through her white dress.
It's alright! shouted Estelle in her mind. It's a little something I made with my magic. You know, I don't believe I told you, but I'm a black robe. The youngest in history.
Daine couldn't close her mouth, and didn't attempt to.
Alexander seemed equally shocked. "You've got to get help!" he shouted. He hurried out of the room, carrying Estelle in his arms when she pretended to faint.