I've decided to take a shot at writing an alternative ending to the High Lord, I thought it ended too fast - not to mention I didn't like Akkarin dieing! I'll update as much as I can and add chapters once I feel they're done. So here's what could have been, feel free to leave any reviews or comments!
Disclaimer: The Black Magician Trilogy and its characters belongs to Trudi Canavan.
All was silent. Sonea stared at the three bodies lying before the University. A wave of exhaustion washed over her. She felt no triumph. No pleasure. Just emptiness. She turned to Akkarin.
A smile curled the edge of his lips. His eyes were open, but fixed somewhere beyond her. As she moved, the hands about her wrists loosened and fell away.
'No,' she whispered. 'Akkarin.' Grabbing his hands, she sent her mind inward. Nothing. Not even the slightest spark of life.
He had given her too much power.
He had given her everything.
With shaking hands, Sonea ran her fingers over his face, then bent forward and kissed his lifeless mouth.
She closed her eyes, remembering how little time she had with him, how cruel that she could not have him longer. A tear slide from behind her closed eyelid and down her pale face.
No. It was not over. It could not be over.
She opened her eyes with a new fierceness shining in them as she looked into Akkarin's face.
Would she give up so easily?
No.
Sonea grabbed his head and sent her mind inwards searching; hoping; pleading. She searched every corner, every hole. Deeper and deeper she sent her mind forth, never giving in, never losing hope. Healing as little as she could wherever she went.
At last, Sonea came across a faint flicker of light, she poured all of her emotions, memories and senses into that small glimmer of hope, forcing it to expand, to grow into something more, something it once was.
Suddenly, with such force she was thrown back, both mentally and physically, as natural barriers came rushing back with eagerness, as if they were waiting for her to attempt such a daring task.
Sonea groaned as she rolled onto her side so she could look at Akkarin. Her body protesting with every movement. But she had to see him. She had to know. He was still lying there, over ten feet away. The force that had thrown her had been incredibly strong, She blinked to clear her eyes from the dust settling around her.
Slowly and steadily, Akkarin's chest rose and fell as he breathed once more.
She felt a sigh of relief as the world began to darken, her body being unable to take any more of the strain. She welcomed the darkness gladly, knowing that Akkarin was once again alive and breathing.