Goliath
I am not Scott Westerfeld in any way shape of form though we must be related by a 1/60,000,000,000,000 of a percent.
I hated the ending to Goliath, so think of this as a continuation, my way.
Alek P.O.V
Bauer pointed his blackened fingers at the silhouette in the smoke. It was Telsa, his long arms working the levers, and propped beside him on the controls was his elektrikal walking stick. Alek lurched toward him and grasped the stick, and rose to his full height.
He nestled his fingers around the trigger and pointed it straight at Telsa.
"Stop,sir."
The man stared at the metal tip a moment, then gave an arrogant snort and calmly reached for the largest lever among the controls…
"No," Alek said and pulled the trigger.
The stick just gave an empty, hollow click.
Telsa looked back at Alek and cried in triumph and pulled the lever down before Alek could stop him.
Fire rained among the heavens in bundles of whites, reds,and blues. It was night, it was day, it was dawn…no sunset?
The only thing that took away from this beauty was the frightened and pained shrieks emitting from the Leviathan.
Deryn/Dylan P.O.V
I hung on to the ratlines on the Spine, waiting for the Leviathan to get closer to land. The plan was to jump ship and throw spider acid nets on the walkers. I hoped that barking prince Alek would stop Telsa. It would mean him leaving me for Austria-Hungary, a thought that hurt immensely, but if he didn't, we were all dead. I was being a barking selfish sod.
The tip of the Leviathan was on land, which was my cue. Suddenly, the air lights up in whites, reds, and blues, flaring lightning bolts in huge bundles.
"Barking spiders…," I whispered, and without another thought I jumped ship.
Then, the thought hit me, Alek failed.
Gasping or sobbing I can't tell which, I face myself towards the Earth.
I pray I may watch Alek from heaven.
Then I smelled the hydrogen sparking, then being thrown faster than my body should ever go.
Then, nothing…..
Alek P.O.V
Telsa slowly turned to face him, smoothing his Tuxedo.
"I must repeat myself for my sheer dumbness, I should have known not to trust an Austrian."
I blanched, Deryn was dead.
At the same moment I realized I loved her.
I crumpled to the floor, sobbing, anything but this!
"Your Highness," Telsa whispered in my ear, tauntingly, "I just stopped the war. The Germans have to surrender; Berlin is nothing but ash now!" He cackled.
Slowly but surely my sadness turned to anger, he killed her, all those men, the innocents in that city!
I looked up at Telsa with all the hatred in the world and picked up my father's old sword.
"Dumb boy, you masquerade as a man but I can see through your façade!" Telsa proclaimed. As I rise up with the sword pure hatred coating my eyes, Telsa pales.
"For Deryn!" I scream as I run him through his heart. I kept screaming, stabbing Telsa in the heart over and over, slowly my screaming turning into sobbing.
"Your Highness," the Count's familiar voice said softly," It is time to go. I called in another air ship the Nabobs. We will head to Austria and claim your title once and for all!"
I turn to look at Volger, frowning.
"I will not leave without Deryn."
Volger frowned, stumped.
"You will forget her and marry a noble woman, not that dirt on your shoe."
I stare at him incredulously. Forgetting Deryn would be like forgetting to breathe!
"Bella, gerant alli, tu felix Austria, nube"
Count Volger scrunched his eyes at me.
'Prince Alekzander Ferdinand Hohenburg! You will claim your country or start another war within your own country!" he said dangerously. "But I guess, for now, I shall have to impose my own will…for now." With that Volger punched my head replaying that beautiful yet terrifying lightning storm in front of my eyes again, which then turned to darkness."
Head pounding I woke up in the familiar sway of an airship.
Maybe it was all a bad dream, Deryn would run through my door yelling at me to get off my butt, only to lead me to the Aviary or the Spine.
"Maybe" was such a bittersweet word.
The door creaked open. Eagerly I cry " Der-Dylan?!"
Only it was Volger, "Sorry to burst your bubble, Your Highness, but that dirt is dead!"
I long to punish him for those words, but he is older, stronger, and wiser than I. He probably is well-armed for such an attack. How dare he call Deryn dirt! Sure, she was no Noblewoman but does that really reflect on who you were?
Why did Volger hate, Deryn, anyway? Did they have a spat during fencing lessons?
That would be understandable, both of them were extremely proud.
Oh, Deryn…
"Alek!"
"What?"
"You weren't even listening were you?"
"Yea-Noooo."
Volger sighed.
"The sooner you are crowned Emperor of Austria the better. Which is soon about a week away I dare say." Again, I blanched. Why was he so obsessed?
"I will leave you to mull things over, but the sooner you accept this the easier it will be. Oh, we have been on the ship 3 days in case you were wondering."
I roll over on my side, ignoring him.
What would I give for Deryn's insight on this! I could almost hear it now.
"Your Princliness is the next heir to Austria! Barking spiders, you're just letting him walk all over you, you dummkopf."
I let out a sob.
Was this really my destiny?!
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