A/N: My first ever fanfic, based on one of my favorite animes. Please
feel free to R&R
~Prologue~
"No," the young woman called out, rising to her feet. "Brother, don't do this!" The young man turned to look at her, only an expression of determination on his face. Slowly, he shook his head.
"I have no choice, sister," he said. Though his voice was firm and strong, like himself, the young woman could also hear his sorrow. She knew that he would do anything for his people, even if it meant sacrificing himself. Her brother hated to sacrifice anyone's life...so he had chosen his own, instead.
"I'm counting on you," he continued. "You know what you must do; watch over our people. Give them peace. This is my path, my destiny."
"No," she said again, shaking her head stubbornly. "It is not your destiny. Do not let him con you into this!" Even as she spoke, the flames grew higher around them, became more intense. Nearby, the young woman and the pharaoh could hear the cold laughter of the high priest, mocking them, filled with his lust for power.
"Well, pharaoh, must I wait?" he taunted. The pharaoh took another step forward, but stopped as the woman placed a hand on his shoulder.
"Please, my brother," she whispered, "let me help you." He pulled away from her, shaking his head again, and turned to confront his enemy, no words for his sister.
She was left, helpless, to watch. To see his own destruction. To live out his life, to know his pain...and never be able to see either one of them again. Tears began to well up in her eyes, but she refused to let them fall - she had to be strong.
Then, the blaze of blue fire shot out at the pharaoh, lethal for all in its path. She knew she had to chose, and in the back of her mind, she did so.
"No!" she screamed, running out in front of her brother. She stood between them, refusing to let it end the way it was. The blaze hit her full on, and she bit her lip, doing her best not to cry out against the pain, the burning flesh, the heartbreak that began to eat away at her. She did not want it to end this way, but she had no choice. Even as she fell to her knees, she could hear the cries of anguish coming from both sides. The tears she'd been holding back broke their barrier, but only a few tears slid down her cheeks. She looked up, as though speaking to someone who wasn't there and said,
"So, this is what it feels like...to be needed."
~Prologue~
"No," the young woman called out, rising to her feet. "Brother, don't do this!" The young man turned to look at her, only an expression of determination on his face. Slowly, he shook his head.
"I have no choice, sister," he said. Though his voice was firm and strong, like himself, the young woman could also hear his sorrow. She knew that he would do anything for his people, even if it meant sacrificing himself. Her brother hated to sacrifice anyone's life...so he had chosen his own, instead.
"I'm counting on you," he continued. "You know what you must do; watch over our people. Give them peace. This is my path, my destiny."
"No," she said again, shaking her head stubbornly. "It is not your destiny. Do not let him con you into this!" Even as she spoke, the flames grew higher around them, became more intense. Nearby, the young woman and the pharaoh could hear the cold laughter of the high priest, mocking them, filled with his lust for power.
"Well, pharaoh, must I wait?" he taunted. The pharaoh took another step forward, but stopped as the woman placed a hand on his shoulder.
"Please, my brother," she whispered, "let me help you." He pulled away from her, shaking his head again, and turned to confront his enemy, no words for his sister.
She was left, helpless, to watch. To see his own destruction. To live out his life, to know his pain...and never be able to see either one of them again. Tears began to well up in her eyes, but she refused to let them fall - she had to be strong.
Then, the blaze of blue fire shot out at the pharaoh, lethal for all in its path. She knew she had to chose, and in the back of her mind, she did so.
"No!" she screamed, running out in front of her brother. She stood between them, refusing to let it end the way it was. The blaze hit her full on, and she bit her lip, doing her best not to cry out against the pain, the burning flesh, the heartbreak that began to eat away at her. She did not want it to end this way, but she had no choice. Even as she fell to her knees, she could hear the cries of anguish coming from both sides. The tears she'd been holding back broke their barrier, but only a few tears slid down her cheeks. She looked up, as though speaking to someone who wasn't there and said,
"So, this is what it feels like...to be needed."