Star trek is owned by Paramount : D
The lyrics belong to Coldplay.
I used to rule the world,
Seas would rise when I gave the word,
Now in the morning I sweep alone,
Sweep the streets I use to own,
I use to roll the dice,
Feel the fear in my enemy's eyes,
Listen as the crowd would sing;
'Now the old king is dead! Long live the king!'
One minute I held the key,
Next the walls were closed on me,
And I discovered that my castles stand,
Upon pillars of sand, pillars of sand.
Viva La Vida-Coldplay
He watched her slip away from the group. When he finally caught sight of her again she had slipped out through a set of sliding glass doors and was standing out on a balcony. She stood with her back to him staring up at the starry sky, which was set ablaze every now and then by a flash and spark from brightly coloured fireworks.
As she watched the fireworks exploding around her all she could think was 'god I'm glad I'm up here and not down there', for as far back as she could remember she'd always had a fear of fireworks. Nelia was suddenly snapped out of her thoughts by a sound behind her, a shallow in take of breath. She turned smiling expecting to see Wesley, it wasn't Wesley her green eyes widened her smile broadening.
It was him...
'You came!' She squealed suddenly regressing back to a child-like state as she quickly closed the space between them, wrapping her arms around the chest of the man standing in front of her. He smiled staring down at the scarlet crown of her head. Even holding her then there was something, something missing between them.
'Well I did promise you I would,' He grinned, when they finally parted.
'I have a gift for you.' He motioned taking her by surprise, from behind his a small square mint green box suddenly appeared.
'Oh Julian!' Nelia giggled in delight as she took the box from her adopted Father's hands, running her fingers over the silver edges.
'Macarons!' She beamed her eyes widening with pleasure as she prized off the thin mint green lid. Nervously Dr Bashir study the expression on her face, it had been a long time since they'd last been together and he was afraid that the gulf that had always existed between them created in part by Dax would have grown wider still over time.
'I hope they're still your favourites?' Her eyes ran over the small pink and green meringue-like domed pastries.
'Rose and pistachio.' Nelia whispered softly, swallowing hard she lifted her head back up flashing Julian her brightest smile.
'Thank you.' An awkwardness suddenly fell between the pair, as they both seemed to stare at each other searching themselves for some topic of conversation. She studied the box in her hands for a few moments.
'These weren't replicated were they?' Seizing the topic before silence had a chance to fall between them once again, Julian suddenly became animated.
'No I purchased those from a little bakery in Paris, it's close to the academy.'
'Richard!' Nelia motioned as she watched real warmth flood into the face of her adopted Father at the mention of his son's name.
'So he's at the academy now, I can't believe it and in Paris no less.' Nelia watched as Julian puffed out slightly with paternal pride, in the back of her mind however she felt a stab of sadness she'd never been able to make him look like that. As she stood there the realisation of a deep dark inner fear suddenly flooded her, Nelia had always been afraid of being alone she remembered what it was like to be isolated, and now with Ezri gone she felt it even more keenly.
'Ric's in his first year at the academy, and his Mother and I are very proud of him.' An expression Nelia couldn't read suddenly hovered over the face of the middle aged man in front of her.
'And you, Nelia I am so proud of you and I know that if Ezri was alive she would be just as proud if not prouder. I know that things haven't always been...easy between us, but I do care about you.' She didn't speak reaching out she wrapped her arms around his waist hugging Julian hard.
'Thank you.' She whispered again.
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Her heart was beating like the loudest drum in her chest, she had never been so afraid. Her ears were ringing as she was dragged through a mass of people. Her arms were pulled out roughly behind her back and in her numbness she could feel her hands being bound. She raised her head up proudly letting the dignity course through her. She wouldn't run, she wouldn't show her fear she wouldn't let them win they had stripped everything away from her but she wouldn't let them take this...not her last moments.
For all the fear she felt there was another part of her, which just wanted the end to come she wanted the misery to pass.
'This too shall pass.' She whispered softly to herself, it was a strange motto but it was one she had carried with her from birth and it gave her comfort now in this her darkest hour.
The numbness, which had protected her suddenly began to fade as she was lead towards a glowing golden cart she looked around as she was tossed into the back unceremoniously. The grey sky above her suddenly cracked the rain gushing down upon her, in the back of the cart she struggled against the cold and the gilt surface, which had become slippery in the wet.
Her eyes widened as the cart grew closer to the centre of the city. Clock work toys were waiting for her brightly coloured wind-up robots now seemed to populate her beloved city. She was pulled out of the golden cart and found herself standing on a wooden scaffold in the shadow of a terrifying guillotine.
She said nothing fighting to contain her bravery of her exterior as she was strapped onto a board and rolled under the glinting blade, the rain still beating down on her.
'It is a far, far better thing that I do, than I have ever done; it is a far better rest that I go to, than I have ever known.' She held her breath and waited squeezing her eyes shut, enveloping herself in darkness.
'Kas!' Her eyes suddenly shot opened at the sound of his oh-so familiar voice.
'Martof.' The life flowed back into her the fear and the desperate need to survive, the desire to be with him.
'Martof, Martof help me!' A terrified scream bubbled up from the pit of Kastra's stomach. She opened her eyes but from the angle she was lying under the blade she couldn't see anything. Kastra struggled attempting to free her hands from the ropes and her body from the leather straps, which held her in place. The wind stirred and Kastra's ears were filled with the blood curdling sound of the blade above her rattling in the sudden change of air current.
'Oh Martof...no!' A scream ripped out of her. Kastra was flooded by the feeling of separation, separation from the table she had been strapped onto and separation from the vice like grip around her neck.
'It's okay Kas, it's okay I've got you.' She felt warmth, warmth of a pair of arms wrapped tightly around her. She felt safe like always she always felt safe when she was with him, he made her feel so safe even now.
'It was coming...it was coming I couldn't stop it!' Kastra gasped incoherently as she clung to Martof staring desperately up at his face.
'It's going to get in.' A smile slipped across Martof's features an infuriating self assured smile.
'No it can't get in, Kas you have to trust me now you have to go.'
'Go!' The word slipped from her mouth, she couldn't believe what he was saying.
'Go what no, no I wont leave you.' He gripped her arm pulling her along in his wake as he stared to move, glancing nervously over his shoulder.
'The last of the escape pods is waiting you have to be on it, take Marnie.' He pulled her hand out slipping a small bright green gem stone into her palm.
'Take Marnie keep her safe take her home with you and keep her safe, there's no-one in the world for her but you now.' Martof's voice fell to a whispered wincing as he clutched at his side, she watched the colour drain slightly from his face and she knew it Kastra could feel it he was dying.
'Martof.' Still clutching the emerald coloured gem tightly in her hand, she stared to realise that he was suddenly growing further and further away from her.
'Dax!' There was another voice a female voice calling from him, calling that other name.
Kastra felt herself being lifted up off the ground being pulled higher and higher up, she could see everything.
'Dax!' Behind Martof she could see a figure, it had the body of a woman but it's hair or at least what Kastra believed to be it's hair seemed to be made up of fire raging away on the top of her head, but it was the face that started Kastra the most. Her head seemed to spin as she moved turning and turning and on each of the four sides the figure had a different face.
Kastra woke with a start as she book, which had been resting on her lap slipped out of her resting fingers and onto the floor with a thud. For a moment she felt as if she was lost, still lost in her dream but her body soon began to grow accustomed to her surroundings. She was sitting curled up in the co-pilot's seat of a shuttle craft with a thin grey blanket draped over her.
'Bad dream.' Martof mused, as he sat next to her jabbing at the bleeping panel in front of him. Kastra didn't reply, as she leaned down retrieving the book from the floor placing it back on her lap. Martof rolled his eyes struggling with the silence.
'If it's giving you nightmares you should stop reading it, Charles Dickens can be a little...heavy.' Absent-mindedly she traced the outline of the faded gilt lettering on the cover, A tale of two cities.
'No I've found it rather illuminating, there is nothing like this in the literature at home.' Glancing at her from the corner of his eye he couldn't help but smile.
'Well I'm glad you like it. You know that was one of Jadzia's favourite books Worf gave it to Ezri when,' Cutting Martof off mid-sentence Kastra suddenly stood up, an irritated expression falling across her features.
'I'm going to check on Marnie.' She stated plainly walking away from him into the back of the shuttle craft, just in time to miss the familiar outline of Deep Space Nine as it floated into Martof's line of sight.
