Of Trembling Light

By Kay

Disclaimer: I don't own Everworld or its characters-- thank KA for letting me screw around with 'em to my heart's content. ^_^

Author's Notes: ... well. Uh. I should *not* be doing more series, what with the others I have to finish. ("Just Another Disease", "Oh My!", ect.) But I felt an urge to start it. ^^;; Damn it.

This is... really, really AU. A bit of a hesitant exploration of AU universes, possibilities that definatly wouldn't be in the books. Basically, I'm going with the flow of whatever I want. I've had a long time theory that the four Everworld guys we all know and love-- started there.

... yup, that made sense.

It's been a long held belief of mine that Senna didn't have the only hand in their choosing-- someone intervened, using her as well, getting rid of Jalil's OCD, ect. She wondered about it herself. And while I'm sure some people would say its Brigid, I beg to differ. No way, not with those failing powers of hers. I don't think it's God. I'm sure Fate had some hand in it, some larger thing or god. I think David, April, Christopher, and sexy Jalil were chosen for a reason.

... um, and this is it. I think they are reincarnated from four beings who once were very important to Everworld. (Jalil would smack me for this explanation!) And after their rebirth, it's only natural for them to be drawn back to their place of origin. Hence, this fic turned out. ... a whole lotta slashy/het fun with the gang, involving lots of cool stuff. Yuuup. ^__^ Enjoy! Starts off where Senna dies, hee hee.

Jalil: ... well, gee, that was *helpful*.

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It was impossible. I could not be defeated.

There was no way it could happen. No reason why it should have. Everything I had done was perfect, in the most wonderful order, down to the last manipulation and spell. I'd had them as my chess pieces, they were my pawns to play with. They didn't control me, they were under my rule, my power. This was inconceivable. Impossible...

But I was gone. I was dead. She had killed me.

So hard to think about, to accept, that a weakling of her moral twistedness could have finished me. I could have conquered the gods, defeated the magic and limited strength they contained, I could have had Everworld. And all my plans, all my carefully administrated suggestions and ideas, all gone. Destroyed the second that stupid cow slid the cold steel into my flesh. I don't remember the pain, don't care. But she was there, all horrified yet strangely calm green eyes, looking at me blankly. My half sister.

My murderer.

Your savior.

This was impossible!

A dream, a struggling nightmare of thickened shadows, that's all this was. I could not lose now, not so close, not when the power had been in my grasp, and the light, the glow, was so beautifully wide that it could have swallowed me. I could have drowned in that glow, basked in it. I had the power now. The legions of men all armed and ready to kill for me. An army that would bring that world to its knees for me.

I wouldn't accept this! No!

It does not matter anymore. It is done.

No! NO! No, this was my world, my dream!

You are gone from it now.

I refuse to believe all my years of waiting to get to this point, have been for nothing! I refuse to believe that I am laying there below, golden hair spilled about me like straw! I am not bleeding, I am not covered in crimson like a veil draped around my body! I am not gone yet--

They have already left you body, child, in the place of death. You are gone.

NO! No! Nonononononononononono!

It was a necessary part of the plan.

Plan? What plan?! The only plan had been my own, my precious dream, my only desire, my hunger. My control and power had been everything, nothing could stand in my way, not even death. I needed this world. I wouldn't be denied the glow any longer! I wouldn't not receive my due homage, not because of this. I couldn't be dead. I couldn't be leaving this place. This world, my own, my ambitions...

The world is not your own to brand, and others have plans of their own.

Who... who would deny me? From the beginning, to the very end point, it was all so perfect. How could it have gone so horrible wrong? So out of frame, so very quickly? I had the power. I had the world. It was mine, for a single moment in eternity... my own thread to weave. Not my mother, not Merlin, no one would hurt me.

It was fated to end this way. Your death was necessary to the continuation of this world, Senda Wales. Your death will be the catalyst for their awakening.

Who's awakening? What the hell are you doing with me--?!

There are more things in heaven and earth than dreamt of in your philosophy, my Senda.

Oh God... I don't want to die. I don't want to end this so soon, I've got to create my world. You don't understand, you can't lock me up here, you can't keep me away from my body. You can't do this! I'm not one of them, I can't die, I'm not like those stupid fools!

You are not like them. They will save Everworld, as they have been meant to since before your mother's birth.

My mother... she will no longer need my forgiveness. She won't fear what's not there.

She will weep for you. Very few will, but she will be one to never stop.

It's a bitter feeling... to leave like this, knowing no one will cry for me. To know the world is tuned out, deaf from my pleas. I want to live. I want to have what I wanted always, the power to change and shape my own destiny. Is that so much to ask? For a little power, a little sustenance? Where else could I have gotten it? You'll deny me that?

I deny you nothing you did not deny yourself. You will stay here with me, until you are ready to go. And I will show you why they must live, and you must not. What they were. What they will be.

Who? Who will be what?

Your warriors, your chosen four. They were chosen in a lifetime before by a witch as well-- it seems fitting this is the case yet again. They will be as they once were, the Four of Everworld, the Four to unlock the power to save it. They are our second chance... perhaps the last.

I don't understand.

Their second chances... perhaps will end in something more than tragedy this time around.

I don't want to understand.

And so...

I don't care, let me live, let me go!

...I will...

I want to leave, I can't die, are you listening--?!

... show you...

... no, no light, don't show me anything, just let me out of this space, this horrible empty space...

... the end of us...

...don't want to die...

... and...

...please...

The Beginning.

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The End of the Prelude. ^^;; Eh... confusing stuff, yes? Oh well. It'll be explained.

WHEE! And we go into the depths of Everworld's past and origin! I'm... uh... tampering with heavy stuff here. Gah. x_x Oh well. I'll live... anyway, next part, we actually get to meet our awesome four! Uh, I think. Or somewhere soon. Eeee.

... I have no idea what I'm doing. This was originally based on the thought that I HAD to see Jalil dressed up all pretty. o.o;;

For those interested-- just gotta do some last minute changes on the fifth part of "Absence of the Heart". Eeeee, then it gets uploaded. So does the "Slash Files", with Jalil's interview! ^__^ Thanks so much! ::hugs::

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