A/N: All character and events belong to Frewin Jones. The inspiration for this fic came from many sources, the main ones being the lack of fics about Zara and my friends. This has been betaed by my amazing beta, HeartDancer.
Sacrifice
No! Not Tania, she must have a chance to live! A chance to rediscover her birthright, in this realm, the Immortal Realm. I must save her! I am the only one close enough to defend her against Lord Drake. She will use her desire for revenge at my sacrifice to finish him.
I glance toward my other sisters, I see Rathina fighting with no regard for her own life, Hopie is ready to take care of the wounded, and Cordelia is bring in her animal friends as reinforcements for the Faerie knights. As I run toward Tania, I search the chaos in an effort to find Sancha. I see her looking at me with terrified denial. I briefly remember what she once told me, that the Soul Books tell our future, and I wonder what she accidentally overheard about my life. As I continue running toward Tania and Drake, Sancha's eyes fill with tears of anguish.
This suprising sight, my brave, studious sister weeping, makes me momentarily forget about my goal. I cannot dodge Drake's sword fast enough. A moment of blinding pain, of realization of what my beloved sister had seen, and I feel nothing. No pain, no emotion, just an odd floating sensation.
Dimly, I heard Tania screaming the words, "No, no, Zara, no!"
Later, much later, before the gates of Avalon, I am given the choice to become the Dreamweaver. I accept, for I can help my darling sister continue her quest to bring the Immortal Realm peace. She is dear to me, my favorite sister, for all that she lacks her memories. I will help her to the best of my ability, until it is truly my time to pass the shining gates of Avalon.
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