Disclaimer: I don't own Riddick or anything, you may recognize from the movies, just Adria and the other Furyans are mine. :)
Author's Note: Since English is not my mother thounge (that would be German), please don't flame me because of possibly occuring mistakes - you are welcome to write me a message so I can correct them!
This fanfic follows right after the end of "The chronicles of Riddick", will take you through "Riddick" and further into the universe of our favourite anti-hero.
1 – Prolog
The man opposite to her betrayed no emotion at all, his face an unmoving mask. "So, what do you say now, seer?", he asked her as they watched the bloodbath beneath them.
"You are a sick bastard, that's what I say…", she breathed, but refused to look away from what happened. After all it was her fault… She had been the one, who had told the Lord Marshal, who would defeat him one day. Now they where all dead… Stupid, she had been plainly stupid!
"You are entertaining, seer", he stated. "I think I will keep you… just for a while…" His grin brought goose bumps up on her arms. She was not dumb after all… the Lord Marshal keeping her couldn't mean anything even close to good…
"You will never own me! I'd rather die!", she spat out. Had she not been chained, she would have gone for his throat, but unfortunately he knew her temper, a temper, most Furyans had.
Now that piece of shit actually had the nerve to laugh at her. He laughed at her over the dead bodies of Furyans, of newborn babies, strangled with their own umbilical cords. When he had forced her to tell him about her prediction, she had never thought he would consider genocide on the Furyan race. How wrong had she been, how naïve and arrogant… How he had found out about it in the first place? She didn't know.
She had thought her people could stop him, but even the fiercest Furyan warriors couldn't stand up against the wrath of the ruling Necromonger…
"Well, my dear… what did you say? My end would come in the form of a Furyan warrior?", the Lord Marshal asked. "But tell me: Who is left…? We got them all. They are dead, little girl… Gone forever…" With each word he had stepped closer to her until he stood only inches away from her, still she refused to budge even a single step. "And you couldn't do anything against it." He seized her up and down. "You look tired, my precious seer… I think I will let you sleep for a while and if there should actually be a Furyan left, who tries to challenge me one day… I will wake you to see his bleeding corpse…"
A shiver went down her spine… he would not keep her, not in the regular way… he would freeze her, like some sick experiment… but the worst part was, a Furyan mind didn't go to cryo-sleep, like any other mind… it stayed awake… for eternity if he should decide so…
And while the woman with the scary gleaming eyes was put into her cold prison, the cry of a newborn warrior echoed through the night…