((Okay ppls!! This is it, I think. I didn't really get much feedback from
other ppls from the first, but hopefully I will get more from this one.
You really don't have to read the first one-I'll tell you what happened.
There's this lady who is pregnant with Sirrus's child and she follows the
stranger to Myst and Riven. She is captured on Riven and her journal- to
her unborn son F'Saem- ends when she sees Gehn approaching with a gun.
But. well read on!!))
Chapter 1
Gehn pointed the gun at the stranger's head and grabbed the book she was writing on. He checked over it once and tossed it into the stove. She cried out, but didn't dare move. He kept the gun at her, but he had no intention of shooting her. She carried D'Ni in her body. Even if it was tainted by Atrus, she did, by scanning her journal, obviously dislike him. He opened the gate to the prison and forced her out. He looked around and found an empty closet that the stranger could be kept in. He shoved her in and locked the door. There were no muffled cries, and no pounding of feet or fists on the door. Satisfied, Gehn sat down to wait. The one he had been waiting for was coming for him.
The stranger in the closet, J'Solten, shifted her weight around uncomfortably. She could feel the baby moving but she willed him to stay where he was until she could get some real help. She knew better than to cry out when she heard voices in the room, but an hour later, the floor shook and the door broke and she fell out. A book hit her on the head, but she lied there, too weak to move much. The book lay open beside her and she heard a voice cry out for help. She looked at the book and saw Gehn's face staring back at her. She almost laughed out loud. It was a prison book. Sirrus had warned her about them, and he also told her how to get someone out without being caught in yourself. When another earthquake shook the house, she felt an overwhelming urge to help this man. She realized then that he hadn't wanted to kill her in the first place. He wanted her son. Well, he was the only person that could help her. She took an ink quill from the desk and wrote in one word on the page. Instantly, Gehn appeared beside her. The ground shook once more and he fell on top of her. She pulled out the linking book back to her world and pushed his hand on it.
Gehn opened his eyes after the link and waited for the girl. She appeared a few seconds later with an expression of pain on her face. She dropped to her knees and began to sob. Gehn stared at her in bewilderment and then it dawned on him. He quickly carried her to the village to get help.
The child stared up at his mother, demanding loudly to be fed. But she was still unconscious. Labor had taken its toll on F'Saem's mother, but she was strong. Stronger than she looked. Gehn took the boy from his mother's limp arms and awkwardly fed him the bottle the midwife, Granu, had given him. The boy seemed to know more than Gehn did; however, for he found the bottle and began to drink. The baby didn't look anything like his mother, Gehn noticed. He seemed to favor his father. Gehn was not used to holding the baby and he set F'Saem down to watch his mother. She had carried D'ni blood, but the time would come when he would kill her. She was useless when it came to anything but caring for the baby, and now it seemed that she wouldn't be able to do that. Gehn looked once more at the baby and picked him back up.
"Your mother named you F'Saem. But that does not hold for you. It is not a strong name. It holds no character. Dominick. That will be your name forever and ever. It is no D'ni name; true, but you are only a quarter D'ni. You do not deserve to carry a D'ni name. My dear Dominick. You are mine to teach."
"His name is F'Saem, Gehn, and he will not be D'ni. Only his father was D'ni," J'Solten argued weakly from the bed. She shook her head to clear her thoughts and grabbed her Myst linking book on her bedstand. She clutched it tightly as if it were a security blanket.
"He is not D'ni!" she screamed violently. "And you will never make him D'ni. He will not betray me like your son and grandson did, Gehn!" With those last words, J'Solten fell silent and muttered to herself. "He is not D'ni. He is not D'ni."
"Stupid girl," Gehn mumbled under his breath. "She will drive herself crazy with all of that talk. You will be D'ni, Dominick. I promise." Gehn raised the boy over his head and walked out of the house.
Chapter 1
Gehn pointed the gun at the stranger's head and grabbed the book she was writing on. He checked over it once and tossed it into the stove. She cried out, but didn't dare move. He kept the gun at her, but he had no intention of shooting her. She carried D'Ni in her body. Even if it was tainted by Atrus, she did, by scanning her journal, obviously dislike him. He opened the gate to the prison and forced her out. He looked around and found an empty closet that the stranger could be kept in. He shoved her in and locked the door. There were no muffled cries, and no pounding of feet or fists on the door. Satisfied, Gehn sat down to wait. The one he had been waiting for was coming for him.
The stranger in the closet, J'Solten, shifted her weight around uncomfortably. She could feel the baby moving but she willed him to stay where he was until she could get some real help. She knew better than to cry out when she heard voices in the room, but an hour later, the floor shook and the door broke and she fell out. A book hit her on the head, but she lied there, too weak to move much. The book lay open beside her and she heard a voice cry out for help. She looked at the book and saw Gehn's face staring back at her. She almost laughed out loud. It was a prison book. Sirrus had warned her about them, and he also told her how to get someone out without being caught in yourself. When another earthquake shook the house, she felt an overwhelming urge to help this man. She realized then that he hadn't wanted to kill her in the first place. He wanted her son. Well, he was the only person that could help her. She took an ink quill from the desk and wrote in one word on the page. Instantly, Gehn appeared beside her. The ground shook once more and he fell on top of her. She pulled out the linking book back to her world and pushed his hand on it.
Gehn opened his eyes after the link and waited for the girl. She appeared a few seconds later with an expression of pain on her face. She dropped to her knees and began to sob. Gehn stared at her in bewilderment and then it dawned on him. He quickly carried her to the village to get help.
The child stared up at his mother, demanding loudly to be fed. But she was still unconscious. Labor had taken its toll on F'Saem's mother, but she was strong. Stronger than she looked. Gehn took the boy from his mother's limp arms and awkwardly fed him the bottle the midwife, Granu, had given him. The boy seemed to know more than Gehn did; however, for he found the bottle and began to drink. The baby didn't look anything like his mother, Gehn noticed. He seemed to favor his father. Gehn was not used to holding the baby and he set F'Saem down to watch his mother. She had carried D'ni blood, but the time would come when he would kill her. She was useless when it came to anything but caring for the baby, and now it seemed that she wouldn't be able to do that. Gehn looked once more at the baby and picked him back up.
"Your mother named you F'Saem. But that does not hold for you. It is not a strong name. It holds no character. Dominick. That will be your name forever and ever. It is no D'ni name; true, but you are only a quarter D'ni. You do not deserve to carry a D'ni name. My dear Dominick. You are mine to teach."
"His name is F'Saem, Gehn, and he will not be D'ni. Only his father was D'ni," J'Solten argued weakly from the bed. She shook her head to clear her thoughts and grabbed her Myst linking book on her bedstand. She clutched it tightly as if it were a security blanket.
"He is not D'ni!" she screamed violently. "And you will never make him D'ni. He will not betray me like your son and grandson did, Gehn!" With those last words, J'Solten fell silent and muttered to herself. "He is not D'ni. He is not D'ni."
"Stupid girl," Gehn mumbled under his breath. "She will drive herself crazy with all of that talk. You will be D'ni, Dominick. I promise." Gehn raised the boy over his head and walked out of the house.