Hello. I've been wanting to write a fic for the Gemma Doyle Trilogy for a while, but I've never known what to write about. So, I've come up with this. Again, this contains spoilers for The Sweet Far Thing, so if you haven't read that yet, go read it and then come back and read this. Please review, and I hope you enjoy.
Fowlson
He could still hear that strange accent, and see the gleam in her eyes as she described the realms to him. He knew of her longing to re-enter the realms, and had vowed to grant that wish for her even if it meant betraying his brotherhood. In the end, she had gotten her wish, and it had been her downfall. She had sacrificed herself to protect the magic. It was a noble sacrifice, and yet Fowlson wished that she hadn't done it, that she had stayed with him.
Sahirah
Mr. Doyle
They said it was Gemma's fault, all Gemma's fault. The creatures slithered into my mind and chanted things, awful things. They told me that my wife wasn't the woman I believed she was. They said she was evil, a sorceress who committed an unthinkable sin. They told me of her deeds, but I didn't want to know. My wife was a good woman, and no-one could tell me otherwise. It killed me to look at Gemma every day. She looked so very much like her. The only way to numb the pain was to succumb to the opium, so that is what I did.
Virginia
Felicity
She was gone. She was well and truly gone. Before, it was like she was still alive, for all I had to do was join hands with Gemma to be able to see her again. Gemma told me that I would love again, that I was the only reason that for so long, she hadn't been completely corrupted. I still imagined that on our next journey to the realms, I would see her, as beautiful as ever with eyes the color of fresh violets. But I had seen her buried in the ruins of the castle. I had seen Mae Sutter kneel before the ruins, still holding on to her idol. I wouldn't turn out like Mae. I wouldn't. I would love again.
Pippa
Kartik
If I could go back, if I could sacrifice myself again, I would do it. I would do it for her.
Gemma
Gemma
Was it really his destiny? Was he meant to sacrifice himself for me? It was cruel. It was cruel to rip away our love when it had only just began. But then, the world is a cruel place and we all have to get on as best we can. I thought back to Tom's words that night that felt so long ago: "We're every one of us alone in the world Gemma. But you have company, if you want it." I longed for the company of all those that had been lost. All those names: Mother, Circe, Amar, Pippa, Miss McCleethy, Nell Hawkins,
Kartik.
After all those that I had lost, after everything that I had faced, I still had hope. And that was enough, to get me through.
Was it good? Bad? Completely and utterly terrible? Tell me what you think. Flames are accepted, but constructive criticism is preferred. Thanks, you've been great, drive safe now. (cookies for those who recognize that last line from one of Libba Bray's books)