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by Taranda (princesstaranda@yahoo.com)
Alanna, I whispered silently in the realms of the
dead, I'm sorry for all the pain I'm causing you now. You know how self-centered I am – I couldn't let Delia get the better
of me. I now see that resurrecting
Roger was a mistake – he had intent plans for gaining the crown, and we both
knew that you, Alanna, were his biggest obstacle.
I floated onwards, in a spinning whirl of the deceased. This was the afterlife – the souls of the pitiful and those of the valiant moving together as one like a whirlpool. It hardly seemed like a worthwhile place for anyone's soul.
And time changed as well. There was no night or day. Everything blended together into one, long, infinite night. Always dark, the realms made it impossible to distinguish to whom each of the thousands of souls belonged. This place was not worth living a life to reach. Nothing – or no one – should have lived just to find him or herself here.
And so my days went on and on…until I saw her. There was a stubborn courage in a soul that was traveling beside me. Alanna, I whispered in my eternally lost voice. You're here.
*finis*
I have become noted in other fandoms for my short stories. This is my first story outside of Harry Potter, and I hope that you like this. Oh, and review, please. They make me happy!
