Hi all, this is my first ever fanfiction, I don't know if it's any good or not but I hope it does the book series justice :) I'm open to any feedback, good or bad, I just don't like flames (who does?) so no flames please. I haven't been on this account for over a year and then suddenly realised I never finished my story, so, since I have more time now, I have started to write fanfictions again and wanted to finished what I started (PS I've edited some of the chapters I wrote last year) :)
Disclaimer: I do not own this series; Trudi Caravan does, despite my bribery attempts, but if I did own the series I wouldn't have killed Akkarin *cry face*. I don't own any of the characters; I have just stolen them and written my own version of events :)
This story starts before Akkarin is hit by the knife, so anyway, on with the story.
Chapter 1
Sonea
"Sonea" Akkarin said through gritted teeth, he sounded exhausted "I'm running out of magic" I turned to Akkarin "defend yourself, I can't lose you too, I'll end this." I said bluntly, I couldn't lose him, not along with Rothen, I don't think I could take it, I hated to admit it but I needed Akkarin; I only hoped to end this so that we could finally be together . "Sonea" he said "put up your strongest shield and run to the edge of the arena; when you get their take all the power you need" I nodded, my eyes welling with tears, he spoke as if he would never see me again. Now was not the time to cry Sonea I told myself. "Whatever you do, stay alive, you're too weak to fight Kaiko, please, don't do anything stupid. I love you" I whispered through the exhaustion and turned away. I felt the hum of magic course through my veins as I put up my strongest shield. I started to run towards the edge of the arena; I could hear Kaiko bellow with laughter behind me, I turned to look, and when I did I couldn't look away Rothen and Dorrian had let loose a firestrike on the Ichani. Rothen, Rothen my mind could not compute what it was seeing, I thought he had died; I thought I had lost him forever, and yet there he stood.
It was then that I realised that if I didn't get to the edge of the arena they would both get killed- I was not going to watch another person die. Not today. With renewed determination I pushed my tired limbs harder as I felt the first blast hit my shield. I was not going to let my shield drop, not now. I had to save my friends, I had to save Akkarin. Almost their Sonea my mind whispered, keep going. I felt my tired body hit the cool wall as more attacks hit my shield; all I wanted to do was pass out. I felt another dangerously blow strike my shield; I felt it waiver for a second before I forced it to hold one more. Another one of those and my shield will be broken. Sonea I heard someone say, I wasn't sure if I had imagined it, but the voice gave me renewed purpose, the fog in my head began to clear and I remembered what I had to do. Slowly I closed my eyes and concentrated on the cool wall of the arena after a moment I found the magic stored within its walls and began to draw its power.
Thousands of years' worth of power began to flow into me giving me more strength, as the power began to build I was able to strengthen my shield again. Quickly I let my hand drop. I didn't want to take all the power; I was practically vibrating on the spot as it was now. I turned to look at Akkarin, to signal to him that I had gotten the power, but to my horror he was lying crumpled on the floor a large knife handle was extending out of his chest, using the blood ring I entered Akkarins mind. I love you Sonea I heard him say. He made it sound like he wasn't ever going to see me again; I pushed the tears away, I couldn't afford to show any weakness, not now.
Hold on I said to him and extended my shield around him. If I was going to keep both of us safe I needed more power than I ever had. I could feel the power draining at a rapid rate, I had never held a shield so large for so long. I place my hand back on the wall and let even more power flow into me. If I didn't save Akkarin I would be alone again and if I didn't have more power I couldn't save The Guild. Maybe I was being selfish though I wasn't completely sure. As more power began to build the blows that Kariko sent into my shield became nothing more than what a weak magicians blow would feel like to me. I took my hand away. It was time to fight.
Rothen
I watched Sonea as she stumbled across towards the arenas walls, both her and the ex-High Lord looked as though they would run out of power soon. I had to do something; I couldn't watch her die at the mercy of Kariko's hands and live with the knowledge that I had done nothing, no matter how short those moments would be; it was bad enough watching the death of those I didn't know.
I turned to face my companions "it's time" they nodded and we let lose a combine firestrike. No, I thought I could not have Sonea die when I hadn't exhausted all my resources. I continued to throw strike after strike towards the Ichani, yet he didn't even blink at them, his shield batting them away as if they were nothing, still he kept his attention on Sonea and Akkarin, though, out of the pair he seemed more focused on Sonea, clearly he saw us as no threat. I watched Sonea as she stumbled towards the wall her hand extended towards it; at that moment something caught the corner of my eye. I turned my head to look in the direction of the ex-High Lord. His shield had finally broken; now he was left lying on the floor. A large silver knife with symbols running up and down its length stuck out of him chest I watched as blood began to pool out of the wound and onto his body and finally, the ground. Please Sonea, for the sake of Kiralia, please don't look Rothen thought.
It was then that I felt a huge amount of power hit the edge of my senses. Oh no, not another Ichani; we would be lucky to take this one down let alone another. I turned to Dorrien "we can't destroy another Ichani! Sonea and the ex-High Lord barely have any power left"
"Dad" I heard him say, oh it had been so long since he had called me that "that's not another Ichani, its Sonea" I turned to look at her and realised with a start that he was right, the power radiated off her in waves. She either had more power than even she knew about or she had used black magic. Whichever it was I wasn't going to complain, right now we needed all the power we could get black magic or not.
Sonea was truly the most powerful magician I had even seen. No, she was the most powerful magician that The Guild would ever see. I watched as the look of horror crossed her face when she looked at the ex-High Lord, oh I wish she hadn't looked, stay strong Sonea I thought and if you fail no one will survive the invasion. Her expression then changed her face masked all emotion. Please Sonea, hold it together.
I watched as she extended her shield over the ex-High Lord, turning to Dorrien I placed a hand on his shoulder and said "save your power for healing, the ex-High Lord is going to need you help soon." He looked as if he was going to question it but then looked at Sonea and nodded "she's even more powerful than any of us knew." I just simply nodded back and continued to watch Sonea as her power continued to grow.
Sonea
I turned to face the Ichani and composed my expression. I let the power continue to build within me; every ounce of strength that I had left would go into this final blow. I had to be certain it would be enough; taking a deep breathe I composed myself. Come on Sonea I said to myself, you can do this, if you can't do it to save yourself, do it for The Guild but most importantly do it to save Akkarin, Dorrien and Rothen.
I let all the power that had been building go. The deadly sunstrike smashed through the Ichani's shield and hit him in the chest. As the final Ichani fell to the ground I quickly ran toward him, I had to drain him of power before it was realised; I was shocked that in this moment I was able to think so clearly. Quickly I grabbed a sharp rock that lay on the floor and drew it across his neck. The thick blood began to well up; pushing my hand against it I released the last of his power.
Akkarin, I thought, I had to help him. Though I was exhausted I quickly scrambled to my feet and stumbled towards him my vision swirling. "Sonea" he whispered "you did it" I shook my head "no you did it; was just following orders" I took a hold of his hand and started to source the injury. The main injury was to his left lung; thank god the knife had missed his heart. Suddenly I realised I had no idea how to fix him; over the whole of my life, this was the first time I had felt so venerable so at a loss at what to do.
"Dorrien" I cried "help him please! It's his lungs" I began to use the last of my power to heal the other minor injuries by closing up the small cuts on his body. "Please hold on Akkarin please" I whispered. I turned to see Dorrien and Rothen standing behind me.
"I'll do my best Sonea" I heard him say before he placed his hand on Akkarin's bare arm and started the long healing process. I took a hold of his long pasty fingers tears welling up in my eyes please, please be ok. Exhaustion hit me with even more force than the Ichiani's powerful blows; it took over my body and rendered me useless, my head began to spin and my vision blurred once more; this time however it was different. This time, the exhaustion decided to shut me down turning everything into shades of grey and black.
Dannyl
I watched as Sonea had delivered the final blow to the Ichani, it was all over, we had just survived one of the worst attacks on The Guard in history. Though not without a price I thought as I looked around at the astray of bodies, broken buildings and blooded floor; yes everything indeed comes with a price this one might just be too high for The Guild to bare. It was then that I really looked at Sonea; she had been right about the ex-High Lord. They had been sent into exiled, ashamed in front of The Guild and disowned by their families and yet, they still came back; and now Akkarin was paying the biggest price for the guard's foolishness. I watched as Sonea swayed on her feet as her small battered body collapsed next to Akkarin; her fingers intertwined with his. Suddenly I heard her call out for Dorrien's assistance; I thought she had passed out. Rothen! What on earth was he doing?
I watched him as he knelt down tiredly beside the Ichani and pulled a red ring off his finger. He then stepped on it, crushing it forever into tiny red fragments. How odd I thought as he started to move towards Sonea. For a second I lost track of him as people around me began pushing, pulling and sobbing. Tiredly I steadied myself and looked towards the base of the arena again; I wanted to see my friend.
As I looked down on the centre of the arena I realised he was now next to Sonea and his son. I thought he was dead! I felt a few tears begin to spring into my eyes as the relief settled over me, my old, dear friend. It was then that I remembered Tayend, he would be safe with Caryni and Faren I was certain, ironically, the safest place for him had been with The Thieves.
All I wanted now was to leave with Tayend and spend many weeks locked away with him, loosing myself in his embrace; yet I knew I couldn't do this. The Guild was in pieces and Kyralia would need to be rebuilt, they would need many magicians to do this. Soon news would reach The Thieves that Sonea had ended the war and Teyend, Ceryni and Faren would come to find us. For Tayend, I hoped it was to see me, though I knew The Theives would come back to bargain with the King over payment for their services; at that I felt a smug satisfaction. Before that I had to see my friend, my friend, that up until now I thought I had lost, never to see again. My decision made I made my way downwards towards Sonea, Akkarin, Dorrien and Rothen and pushed through the chaotic crowds. When I reached them I placed my hand on Rothen's shoulder "how are you my old friend?"
"Dannyl!" he said, his tired withered face gave me a drained smile, a smile I hadn't thought I would ever see again. "I thought we'd get rid of you this time" I said and pulled him into a hug. "You needn't worry Dannyl, I'm and not so easily disposed of" he said with a chuckle, quickly he pulled away and picked Sonea up off the floor, her body had clear had enough and finally passed out. Grinning at him I said "does this mean I'm not your favourite novice anymore?" Rothen laughed and smiled, it was the first time I had seen him laugh since Sonea was taken away from him. He looked fondly at Sonea, smiling in a warm, fatherly way. "I'm going to take her to my rooms where she can finally rest." I just simply nodded at him and smiled "Then I best let you take her to your rooms where she can finally rest. I'll stay and help Dorrien." At that Rothen looked relived "Thank you Dannyl, I know you would rather be elsewhere but I don't want to leave Dorrien alone either, I don't want him to overwork himself and become a casualty himself." Smiling, I watched as Rothen walked away carrying Sonea away from all of this destruction, that, Dannyl was certain, would plague her mind for a very long time. It was then that Rothen's words echoed in his mind I know you would rather be elsewhere, was Rothen really that perceptive or was I just reading too much into what he had been saying? We had been careful for the few short days he was here before we were under attack or so we had thought. Clearly not careful enough I thought as the old man walked away.
Thank you all for reading, please give me a cheeky little review if you can, I'll try and update as soon as possible and respond to reviews; hopefully my teacher will start giving me work at a normal rate rather than saving it up and giving it to us all at once so that I can post regularly. Hope you enjoyed.
~ MagicDragons
