Decisions
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Taeva stared for another long moment into the vial, trying to decide, Do I use it or not?
Images whirled through her mind: Asp attacking the Taladrim; the Lords' compassionate response to her plea for help; her mother, slowly transforming into a hideous creature, all the while loving her daughter; the desperate dive for survivors; her father, ruling the Drefids and Gwar with an iron fist, only to be defeated by seven, or, really, only six, teen-age-ers (whatever that meant; she still wasn't really sure) raised in another world; the short time she had spent with the Lords in Nightwish; Asp's attacks on this Earth; the camaraderie and teamwork the Six easily obtained...
Eventually, everything culminated with the memory of the battle with Asp. Lord Hamander's revival, the Drefid's death, the return to Berinfell, it all swirled in her mind, boiling down to one choice: Do I want to serve evil, like my father, or do I want to serve Ellos, like the Seven?
Her knowledge of the past, aided by reminders of recent events, made her decision easy.
Twirling the small bottle between her fingers one last time, she reached far back behind her head and hurled the vial into the distance as hard as she could.
A slight tinkling informed her that the bottle had shattered upon impact.
Dropping to her knees, she buried her face in her hands, whispering, "Ellos, I choose You."
A/N: Yes, it's short, but I really wanted to tie up that loose end they left us with. So, yeah.