Author's note:
It has come to my attention that some of my fellow authors have begun using the information contained in my stories within their own tales. I have no problems with this, as establishing a concrete and uniform background for Evil-Lyn was one of my main purposes for writing this story and its prequel. However, I would prefer it if my fellow authors would not merely go around making up their own facts about the Dereskígía. I realize that, in a sense, we are all plagiarizers here at FF.net, and so I will not get too picky on this subject. If you should wish to use the name 'Dereskian' or anything that lies therein in your story, you may do so, however, I would prefer that you contact me first, especially if you will be using facts pertaining to the Dereskígía in your tale. I hope I am not offending anyone, but I simply do not wish to have anyone's stories contradicting anyone else's, and would much prefer all facts about the Dereskians remain uniform.
Thank you all very much for your interest, and if anyone has any questions whatsoever, I can be contacted at ladyvader14@hotmail.com. I hope you continue to read, and preferably enjoy, my stories.
~Moria Vadorian
Chapter XXIV: The Answer
Evil-Lyn was panicking. There was no other word for it. Not only was her mother missing, having last been seen as a thundering wave of energy crashed down upon her, but it did not seem that Skeletor was going to survive the beating he took from the same wave.
She stood over him in the throne room, his torn and beaten body lying on the cool floor of Snake Mountain. Though it was impossible for her to check to see if his pupils were dilated, she had little doubt that he was slowly slipping from the world of the living. She did not even know the full extent of his wounds, and doubted that she ever would be able to.
After arriving back from the battle scene, Lyn had quickly taken him to the throne room, and forbidden anyone barring Tri-Klops from entering. When it had become obvious that not even the henchman's scanning eye could discern any clear data, she had banished him from the room. As for what had happened to the pursuing Masters, she neither knew nor cared, so long as they did not interrupt her.
Fortunately for her, every one of the 'Master's' flying apparatuses broke down. Not even Man-at-Arms could yet fully undue the damage that had been done by Moria's spell. That would take time and his workshop. He was able to get them running again for a short time, and it was quickly decided that they would head back to the palace to fight another day.
In the mountain, Moria's daughter was very worried, as her healing majicks were far from being her main spellcasting strength. She was able to heal most of the worst bone fractures, but he was far from being out of danger.
His life force was waning too quickly for her to replenish it, and Evil-Lyn was coming to face the fact that she could not change anything, no matter what she did. He was dying.
Breathing heavily from her latest spell, she slowly lowered her hands. She was very glad that she was alone, that way no one else could see the faintest image of a tear that fell from her cheeks onto the floor. A blood- red tear that cut through the air to form a small red puddle. A red tear. A Dereskian tear.
"Morämé..." she exhaled heavily, her voice breaking. "Quisca li chioee mygeayrt ke ki fuilear li?"
\\\Mother... Why are you never around when I need you?\\\
She hung her head, and grasped Skeletor's hand in her own, reaching for his pulse as it slowly slid from her fingers.
"'Ie hach otë ti uair, qui proo cuivië ais caillt, ti Morämé amoriezie por deanae saor proo,'" a calm, cool voice quoted gently from behind her, the soft words accompanied by an equally gentle hand at her cheek. \\\'It was in that hour, when all hope seemed lost, that a mother's love for her child love was found to redeem all.'\\\
Lyn turned her head slowly, and looked into the whirling amethyst eyes whose likenesses were echoed in her own. "Morämé," she whispered in awe, as if not trusting her eyes.
Lady Moria, while still weary from her own healing, smiled gently at her daughter, before turning to the man at her side. "Would you like some help, love?" she asked gently in her language.
Her daughter nodded softly, looking down at their 'leader,' wondering whether or not her feelings for her were more than just political. She remembered a time, not so long ago, when the only thing she truly obsessed over was power. Now, power was within sight but still out of reach, her only real chance for it depending upon her mother's decision. She had pressed her mother for a long time about giving receiving her share of the Collective, but Moria always seemed to work along her own timeline, even in matters regarding her only child.
Even now, it was only when the elder woman had been assured of Lyn's affirmation that she took action.
In a fluid motion, Moria's opposite wings slid out of her shoulder blades gently, not even ripping her low-backed dress. She pried her daughter's hand from her lover's and held the younger woman's palm gently in her own.
Evil-Lyn looked carefully at her mother, before nodding and concentrating, letting her energy flow through her mother's body into the wounded man's. For an odd moment, she wondered exactly why it was her mother had cast the protective field around only her, if she was simply going to heal Skeletor now.
As her child did this, Moria slowly raised her other hand, calling upon the Moons for strength as she muttered incantation upon incantation, using many of the same spells she had used on herself and the Sorceress not long ago.
Slowly, amethyst and violet light poured out from the two of them, filling the room and weaving through the air like flying snakes, passing through the skull-faced leader before returning to their owners.
With effort on both of their parts, the ex-Eternian slowly began to breath clearer, his lungs no longer filling with blood that desperately needed to remain in his body.
When it became clear that he had passed out of the danger zone, the elder Dereskian broke off her contact. He would have to heal the smaller wounds by himself. She was physically and majickally exhausted.
Slowly, very slowly, she fell away from the scene, not even folding her wings back inside her back. And, before her daughter could even inquire why the spell had been broken, she fell, not passed, but fell through the floor, and collapsed onto her usually untouched bed.
For the first time in over seven hundred years, Moria Vadorian slept. It was not a pleasant experience.
..................
As Skeletor's eye sockets regained focus, he looked up into the face of Evil-Lyn and saw her with her arms raised over him in spellcasting. He recalled being hit, recalled tumbling off of the surface of the castle and being swept up by a griffin as they were pursued.
He said nothing until he was sure he could stand, and when he did so, he leaned on his havoc staff and went to his throne, not even bothering a 'thank you' to the waiting and silent form of Evil-Lyn.
He arched his back, cracking it and then glared at her. "Summon the others," he commanded bluntly, not caring that she just exhausted most of her majicks in trying to save him.
Lyn looked at him incredulously, as if not believing what she had just heard. She had just worn herself thin trying to save him from certain death, and all he cared about was talking to the rest of the pathetic fools he surrounded himself with? She narrowed her eyes, lookingat him coolly, before slowly turning on her heel and going off to do as he ordered. Two could play at this game.
She walked into the main hall, where all the other 'warriors' waited. "He wants to see you," she said, looking at the mostly curious faces of the men. "Now," she finished in a tone that allowed no argument.
As they all huddled inside to see what he wanted, Moria's daughter wandered alone, heading to her own compartments and not giving a second thought to the screams and smells of burnt fur as Skeletor howled in frustration. He sent blast upon blast from his havoc staff, blaming them all for his failure at obtaining Grayskull's power. If he noticed she was missing, he didn't show it, preferring to simmer in his rage at the "useless, pathetic fools."
Lyn walked alone in the mountain until the screams and howls could no longer be heard, and then knelt upon the floor, performing one of the rituals her mother had taught her to reduce anger and the bad decisions that came from it. Slowly, she let the boiling emotions she felt for Skeletor flow away, to be saved for another occasion.
Men, she thought irritably to herself as she calmed. No wonder Mother spends all her time with the Sorceress.
..................
Teelina came back into reality slowly, her body stiff from lying in one place for so long. Her blue-green eyes opened, and she was unsurprised to find those of the Dereskian Queen staring down at her.
She was unsurprised, though far from happy about the matter. "What do you want?" she grumbled sleepily, turning over onto her side.
The elder woman smirked gently, running her fingers gently through the soft, red locks of hair that fell over the pillowcase. "You, of course."
Teelina drew in a sudden breath, unable to contain the shiver that went spiraling down her spine at the frank reply. Her eyes closed and then opened again and she turned, staring bluntly into the deep amethyst pools of the elder woman. "Why? Why won't you just leave me alone? You aid someone in attacking my home, interfere when I try to defend it, save the person you were aiding, injure both me and yourself in a massive exertion of power, heal yourself, and then proceed to heal the very wounds you inflicted upon me. Why? Everything you do seems to contradict something you have already done, so why do you bother doing it?"
The elder woman considered for a long moment, looking thoughtfully back into Teelina's eyes. Slowly, a small smile spread across her lips. "'Why...?'" she repeated. "That is indeed a very good question, te lynïa. But, before I answer it, you must understand something that is very important. The one you know of as Evil-Lyn is my daughter. My blood runs in her veins, and I care very deeply for her. Even if I do not agree with all of the choices she has made within her lifetime, she is still my child, and as odd as it may sound, I do love her.
"That now said, I arranged and aided in the attack upon your home because my daughter asked me to. I interfered with the fight because my child's life was threatened and I would greatly prefer keeping her alive for a while longer. I fought back when you strengthened your attack because I had to do so or else risk severe bodily harm to both my daughter and myself. I wounded you, regrettably, because there was nothing else I could do to cease the attack.
"And...." Slowly, gently, the elder woman's hand began to caress the soft flesh of the redhead's bare cheek. "I then healed those wounds... because I did not wish for you to die." Gradually, her pale hand traveled down the length of the Sorceress' neck, the pads of her fingertips sliding over the much tanner skin. "And you would have, had I not done so," she concluded, her voice low in tone.
The Sorceress closed her eyes, swallowing visibly and trying without success to fight the pleasurable feelings coursing through her pores. With some level of difficulty, she managed to brush the elder woman's hand away and sit up, unable to meet the Ancient Dereskian's eyes. "I don't see why you would care... about me."
Lady Moria smiled gently and slowly extended her arm, holding the redhead's chin and tilting her head up to meet her gaze. "Teelina," she said gently, her face inches apart from the guardian of Grayskull's. "Isn't it enough that I do?" Slowly, she moved her pale lips over Teelina's and kissed her deeply. She was almost certain she could feel the barest hint of the kiss returned.
It was impossible for either of them to tell who broke away first, but after the kiss, the redhead's eyes were completely shut. She opened them slowly, and breathed out a ragged sigh, turning away. "Oh Elders...." she exhaled, trying to make sense of her conflicting thoughts. "Why... can't I...?"
"Why can't you resist me?" the elder woman asked for ehr, trailing her hand down the Sorceress' neck. When there was no reply, she smiled gently. "It's simple, really. This was preordained, te lynïa."
Teelina tried to will herself to pull away, to snarl at the white-haired woman. She did not succeed in either, but managed to allow a small amount of venom in her tone when she replied. "Don't expect me to fall for the 'this is destiny' excuse, Moria. There is no preordained future. You can't have lived as long as you have under that ill-conceived idea."
Lady Moria slowly began kissing her way down the Sorceress' neck, amused when she did not pull back. Her hand slowly began traveling lower. "Of course not, Teelina," she said calmly. "I never said this was fate." She sucked gently on the younger woman's collarbone. "It's genetic."
The Sorceress struggled not to let her head fall backwards or to simply give in to the Dereskian Queen's ministrations. "'Genetic?'" she repeated, her eyes opening clearly. "How do you come by that conclusion?"
Slowly, as if regretfully, the elder woman pulled away, and lock eyes with the redhead. "Your mother, Teelina...." A blank, confused stare was her only reply, so she continued. "And mine."
"What?!"
The elder woman smiled in the enigmatic fashion that was her trademark. "You were never told why I was kidnapped as a child, were you?"
Uncertainly, the younger woman replied, "No."
"It was your mother's doing," the elder woman said plainly, continuing before the redhead could interject. "She had had a child before you, you know. A child who was born and died before she 'adopted' me. It was out of grief over the loss of that child that she took me. She wanted to deny my parents the right to the infant that she had lost."
The Sorceress interjected before the elder woman could continue. "I knew about my sibling, of course. But why would my mother have wanted to deny your parents that right specifically?"
Lady Moria's chest rose and fell as she sighed softly. "Because, love.... The 'father' of the dead child...was my mother."
Silence filled the room as blue-green eyes widened and filled with shock. "You're lying," the Sorceress finally breathed out, her voice a shaken whisper.
"Excuse me?" the Ancient Dereskian replied, her eyes narrowing. "I would expect you, of all people, to know that is not true. I do not lie, little one. It is beneath me."
Teelina stood up suddenly, unable to take this information. "But there is no possible way that this can be true! Even if it were, you weren't alive at the time! How could you possibly know?!"
"Because I have the books!" the elder woman exclaimed, standing and snapping her fingers. Two large volumes instantly appeared in her arms. "And I have read them." She flipped to a certain page and showed it to the younger woman. "This one was written by my mother, and within it contains every letter, every scrap of parchment she ever penned, as well as every letter ever written to her. Including these," she concluded, handing the younger woman the book and letting her read it.
Slowly, Teelina flipped through the pages, sitting back down on the edge of the bed as she read. "This is my mother's handwriting.... It's written in Dereskian...." She continued to leaf through the ancient volume, curiosity growing ever more with every letter. "By the elders... but then... why would she...?"
"Because my mother and yours had an affair, but mine loved someone else and she married him, not her. Yours gave birth to their child, and the infant died. By that time, my mother had married my father, and was pregnant with his children," the elder woman said calmly, her tone quiet.
Slowly, the Sorceress handed the book back to its owner. "You and your sister.... I don't suppose there's any chance that you were my mother's children," she more stated than questioned.
Evil-Lyn's mother shook her head gently. "None whatsoever. The timing is completely wrong. When my mother was delivered of us, yours became angry, as her child had died. She determined that if she was not allowed to raise her child, she would take one of my mother's instead."
Teelina slowly began to understand. "Which explains why you were taken... and your parents' murder... was because of Mother's jealousy?"
"Yes," the white haired woman answered, nodding her head. "As is the reason the War of Three Days began."
The Sorceress of Grayskull's mouth dropped open. "What?!" she exclaimed again.
Nodding slowly, the elder woman elaborated. "Because of these," she said softly, indicating the books in her hands. "She wanted to erase every trace of her relationship with my mother. My guess, as I have no proof, is that she wanted to prevent you from finding them and realizing that you were only half Eternian. I do know, however, that she convinced Mindor," her lips curled back in an involuntary snarl at the name, "as well as your 'Elders' that these books were the key to the power of the Dereskígía. I also know she convinced them that if they destroyed the books, it would cripple our nation and advance the growth of Eternia." She smiled sadly. "It is a bit ironic that the books survived when the people did not..." Her eyes were mirthless over her smile.
Teelina's head nodded slowly as the great books disappeared from the white haired woman's arms and returned to where they had come from. "It's also ironic that I saw them when my mother tried so hard to prevent me from doing so, if your suspicion is correct."
A small sigh escaped the elder woman. "We will never really know why that war started.... I know that this is a lot of information to throw upon you at once, te lynïa. I think you know realize why I did not tell you before this time." The redhead nodded gently, locking eyes with the elder woman as she continued. "At least now you can be... comforted by the knowledge that you are not the first person of your line to be seduced by one of mine." Moria gently slid her pale and lithe hand down the redhead's cheek.
The Sorceress breathed out raggedly. "I almost wouldn't believe you... if you weren't who you are."
The Dereskian Queen kissed her companion's neck gingerly. "I know, te lynïa. Such a pity that I don't lie..."
Sighing roughly, the younger woman pulled away and looked deep into the twin amethyst pools. "Aren't you worried that we'll end up like them?"
Moria smiled gently at her, her pale hand slipping over her collarbone. "No, love. After all..." she continued, leaning in very close to the redhead, "you're only half Eternian." Slowly, ever so slowly, she brought her pale lips over the tanner ones of the Sorceress.
Teelina sighed gently into the kiss, knowing she should pull away but not able to bring herself to do so. She murmured softly into the elder woman's mouth, "Moria.... Don't."
"Why not?" the white haired woman asked gently. She slowly caressed the other woman's hair tenderly. "What point is there to denying ourselves any longer?" Gradually, she increased the power of the kiss.
A small moan escaped the younger woman as she still fought to protest. "I don't want this..."
Moria pulled away slowly, but only to lean over and begin trailing kisses down the redhead's neckline. "Yes, you do." Her hand traveled over Teelina's neck and downwards.
"Oh gods Moria...don't..." the words were minimal then, secondary to the small shudder of pleasure that slid down the redhead's back.
The elder woman gently sucked on the soft flesh of Teelina's neck, kissing her way up to look in her eyes. "Don't what, love?" she asked gently, her hand caressing the younger woman's breast gently through her clothing.
Slowly, Teelina felt the last of her restrictions slip away into the far reaches of her mind. She gently leaned into the elder woman's arms, her head falling backwards as she relinquished her urge to fight the sensations. She sighed as Moria brought her lips over her own, murmuring into the older woman's mouth, "Ohhh ...don't... don't stop.... Moria...."
She didn't.
It has come to my attention that some of my fellow authors have begun using the information contained in my stories within their own tales. I have no problems with this, as establishing a concrete and uniform background for Evil-Lyn was one of my main purposes for writing this story and its prequel. However, I would prefer it if my fellow authors would not merely go around making up their own facts about the Dereskígía. I realize that, in a sense, we are all plagiarizers here at FF.net, and so I will not get too picky on this subject. If you should wish to use the name 'Dereskian' or anything that lies therein in your story, you may do so, however, I would prefer that you contact me first, especially if you will be using facts pertaining to the Dereskígía in your tale. I hope I am not offending anyone, but I simply do not wish to have anyone's stories contradicting anyone else's, and would much prefer all facts about the Dereskians remain uniform.
Thank you all very much for your interest, and if anyone has any questions whatsoever, I can be contacted at ladyvader14@hotmail.com. I hope you continue to read, and preferably enjoy, my stories.
~Moria Vadorian
Chapter XXIV: The Answer
Evil-Lyn was panicking. There was no other word for it. Not only was her mother missing, having last been seen as a thundering wave of energy crashed down upon her, but it did not seem that Skeletor was going to survive the beating he took from the same wave.
She stood over him in the throne room, his torn and beaten body lying on the cool floor of Snake Mountain. Though it was impossible for her to check to see if his pupils were dilated, she had little doubt that he was slowly slipping from the world of the living. She did not even know the full extent of his wounds, and doubted that she ever would be able to.
After arriving back from the battle scene, Lyn had quickly taken him to the throne room, and forbidden anyone barring Tri-Klops from entering. When it had become obvious that not even the henchman's scanning eye could discern any clear data, she had banished him from the room. As for what had happened to the pursuing Masters, she neither knew nor cared, so long as they did not interrupt her.
Fortunately for her, every one of the 'Master's' flying apparatuses broke down. Not even Man-at-Arms could yet fully undue the damage that had been done by Moria's spell. That would take time and his workshop. He was able to get them running again for a short time, and it was quickly decided that they would head back to the palace to fight another day.
In the mountain, Moria's daughter was very worried, as her healing majicks were far from being her main spellcasting strength. She was able to heal most of the worst bone fractures, but he was far from being out of danger.
His life force was waning too quickly for her to replenish it, and Evil-Lyn was coming to face the fact that she could not change anything, no matter what she did. He was dying.
Breathing heavily from her latest spell, she slowly lowered her hands. She was very glad that she was alone, that way no one else could see the faintest image of a tear that fell from her cheeks onto the floor. A blood- red tear that cut through the air to form a small red puddle. A red tear. A Dereskian tear.
"Morämé..." she exhaled heavily, her voice breaking. "Quisca li chioee mygeayrt ke ki fuilear li?"
\\\Mother... Why are you never around when I need you?\\\
She hung her head, and grasped Skeletor's hand in her own, reaching for his pulse as it slowly slid from her fingers.
"'Ie hach otë ti uair, qui proo cuivië ais caillt, ti Morämé amoriezie por deanae saor proo,'" a calm, cool voice quoted gently from behind her, the soft words accompanied by an equally gentle hand at her cheek. \\\'It was in that hour, when all hope seemed lost, that a mother's love for her child love was found to redeem all.'\\\
Lyn turned her head slowly, and looked into the whirling amethyst eyes whose likenesses were echoed in her own. "Morämé," she whispered in awe, as if not trusting her eyes.
Lady Moria, while still weary from her own healing, smiled gently at her daughter, before turning to the man at her side. "Would you like some help, love?" she asked gently in her language.
Her daughter nodded softly, looking down at their 'leader,' wondering whether or not her feelings for her were more than just political. She remembered a time, not so long ago, when the only thing she truly obsessed over was power. Now, power was within sight but still out of reach, her only real chance for it depending upon her mother's decision. She had pressed her mother for a long time about giving receiving her share of the Collective, but Moria always seemed to work along her own timeline, even in matters regarding her only child.
Even now, it was only when the elder woman had been assured of Lyn's affirmation that she took action.
In a fluid motion, Moria's opposite wings slid out of her shoulder blades gently, not even ripping her low-backed dress. She pried her daughter's hand from her lover's and held the younger woman's palm gently in her own.
Evil-Lyn looked carefully at her mother, before nodding and concentrating, letting her energy flow through her mother's body into the wounded man's. For an odd moment, she wondered exactly why it was her mother had cast the protective field around only her, if she was simply going to heal Skeletor now.
As her child did this, Moria slowly raised her other hand, calling upon the Moons for strength as she muttered incantation upon incantation, using many of the same spells she had used on herself and the Sorceress not long ago.
Slowly, amethyst and violet light poured out from the two of them, filling the room and weaving through the air like flying snakes, passing through the skull-faced leader before returning to their owners.
With effort on both of their parts, the ex-Eternian slowly began to breath clearer, his lungs no longer filling with blood that desperately needed to remain in his body.
When it became clear that he had passed out of the danger zone, the elder Dereskian broke off her contact. He would have to heal the smaller wounds by himself. She was physically and majickally exhausted.
Slowly, very slowly, she fell away from the scene, not even folding her wings back inside her back. And, before her daughter could even inquire why the spell had been broken, she fell, not passed, but fell through the floor, and collapsed onto her usually untouched bed.
For the first time in over seven hundred years, Moria Vadorian slept. It was not a pleasant experience.
..................
As Skeletor's eye sockets regained focus, he looked up into the face of Evil-Lyn and saw her with her arms raised over him in spellcasting. He recalled being hit, recalled tumbling off of the surface of the castle and being swept up by a griffin as they were pursued.
He said nothing until he was sure he could stand, and when he did so, he leaned on his havoc staff and went to his throne, not even bothering a 'thank you' to the waiting and silent form of Evil-Lyn.
He arched his back, cracking it and then glared at her. "Summon the others," he commanded bluntly, not caring that she just exhausted most of her majicks in trying to save him.
Lyn looked at him incredulously, as if not believing what she had just heard. She had just worn herself thin trying to save him from certain death, and all he cared about was talking to the rest of the pathetic fools he surrounded himself with? She narrowed her eyes, lookingat him coolly, before slowly turning on her heel and going off to do as he ordered. Two could play at this game.
She walked into the main hall, where all the other 'warriors' waited. "He wants to see you," she said, looking at the mostly curious faces of the men. "Now," she finished in a tone that allowed no argument.
As they all huddled inside to see what he wanted, Moria's daughter wandered alone, heading to her own compartments and not giving a second thought to the screams and smells of burnt fur as Skeletor howled in frustration. He sent blast upon blast from his havoc staff, blaming them all for his failure at obtaining Grayskull's power. If he noticed she was missing, he didn't show it, preferring to simmer in his rage at the "useless, pathetic fools."
Lyn walked alone in the mountain until the screams and howls could no longer be heard, and then knelt upon the floor, performing one of the rituals her mother had taught her to reduce anger and the bad decisions that came from it. Slowly, she let the boiling emotions she felt for Skeletor flow away, to be saved for another occasion.
Men, she thought irritably to herself as she calmed. No wonder Mother spends all her time with the Sorceress.
..................
Teelina came back into reality slowly, her body stiff from lying in one place for so long. Her blue-green eyes opened, and she was unsurprised to find those of the Dereskian Queen staring down at her.
She was unsurprised, though far from happy about the matter. "What do you want?" she grumbled sleepily, turning over onto her side.
The elder woman smirked gently, running her fingers gently through the soft, red locks of hair that fell over the pillowcase. "You, of course."
Teelina drew in a sudden breath, unable to contain the shiver that went spiraling down her spine at the frank reply. Her eyes closed and then opened again and she turned, staring bluntly into the deep amethyst pools of the elder woman. "Why? Why won't you just leave me alone? You aid someone in attacking my home, interfere when I try to defend it, save the person you were aiding, injure both me and yourself in a massive exertion of power, heal yourself, and then proceed to heal the very wounds you inflicted upon me. Why? Everything you do seems to contradict something you have already done, so why do you bother doing it?"
The elder woman considered for a long moment, looking thoughtfully back into Teelina's eyes. Slowly, a small smile spread across her lips. "'Why...?'" she repeated. "That is indeed a very good question, te lynïa. But, before I answer it, you must understand something that is very important. The one you know of as Evil-Lyn is my daughter. My blood runs in her veins, and I care very deeply for her. Even if I do not agree with all of the choices she has made within her lifetime, she is still my child, and as odd as it may sound, I do love her.
"That now said, I arranged and aided in the attack upon your home because my daughter asked me to. I interfered with the fight because my child's life was threatened and I would greatly prefer keeping her alive for a while longer. I fought back when you strengthened your attack because I had to do so or else risk severe bodily harm to both my daughter and myself. I wounded you, regrettably, because there was nothing else I could do to cease the attack.
"And...." Slowly, gently, the elder woman's hand began to caress the soft flesh of the redhead's bare cheek. "I then healed those wounds... because I did not wish for you to die." Gradually, her pale hand traveled down the length of the Sorceress' neck, the pads of her fingertips sliding over the much tanner skin. "And you would have, had I not done so," she concluded, her voice low in tone.
The Sorceress closed her eyes, swallowing visibly and trying without success to fight the pleasurable feelings coursing through her pores. With some level of difficulty, she managed to brush the elder woman's hand away and sit up, unable to meet the Ancient Dereskian's eyes. "I don't see why you would care... about me."
Lady Moria smiled gently and slowly extended her arm, holding the redhead's chin and tilting her head up to meet her gaze. "Teelina," she said gently, her face inches apart from the guardian of Grayskull's. "Isn't it enough that I do?" Slowly, she moved her pale lips over Teelina's and kissed her deeply. She was almost certain she could feel the barest hint of the kiss returned.
It was impossible for either of them to tell who broke away first, but after the kiss, the redhead's eyes were completely shut. She opened them slowly, and breathed out a ragged sigh, turning away. "Oh Elders...." she exhaled, trying to make sense of her conflicting thoughts. "Why... can't I...?"
"Why can't you resist me?" the elder woman asked for ehr, trailing her hand down the Sorceress' neck. When there was no reply, she smiled gently. "It's simple, really. This was preordained, te lynïa."
Teelina tried to will herself to pull away, to snarl at the white-haired woman. She did not succeed in either, but managed to allow a small amount of venom in her tone when she replied. "Don't expect me to fall for the 'this is destiny' excuse, Moria. There is no preordained future. You can't have lived as long as you have under that ill-conceived idea."
Lady Moria slowly began kissing her way down the Sorceress' neck, amused when she did not pull back. Her hand slowly began traveling lower. "Of course not, Teelina," she said calmly. "I never said this was fate." She sucked gently on the younger woman's collarbone. "It's genetic."
The Sorceress struggled not to let her head fall backwards or to simply give in to the Dereskian Queen's ministrations. "'Genetic?'" she repeated, her eyes opening clearly. "How do you come by that conclusion?"
Slowly, as if regretfully, the elder woman pulled away, and lock eyes with the redhead. "Your mother, Teelina...." A blank, confused stare was her only reply, so she continued. "And mine."
"What?!"
The elder woman smiled in the enigmatic fashion that was her trademark. "You were never told why I was kidnapped as a child, were you?"
Uncertainly, the younger woman replied, "No."
"It was your mother's doing," the elder woman said plainly, continuing before the redhead could interject. "She had had a child before you, you know. A child who was born and died before she 'adopted' me. It was out of grief over the loss of that child that she took me. She wanted to deny my parents the right to the infant that she had lost."
The Sorceress interjected before the elder woman could continue. "I knew about my sibling, of course. But why would my mother have wanted to deny your parents that right specifically?"
Lady Moria's chest rose and fell as she sighed softly. "Because, love.... The 'father' of the dead child...was my mother."
Silence filled the room as blue-green eyes widened and filled with shock. "You're lying," the Sorceress finally breathed out, her voice a shaken whisper.
"Excuse me?" the Ancient Dereskian replied, her eyes narrowing. "I would expect you, of all people, to know that is not true. I do not lie, little one. It is beneath me."
Teelina stood up suddenly, unable to take this information. "But there is no possible way that this can be true! Even if it were, you weren't alive at the time! How could you possibly know?!"
"Because I have the books!" the elder woman exclaimed, standing and snapping her fingers. Two large volumes instantly appeared in her arms. "And I have read them." She flipped to a certain page and showed it to the younger woman. "This one was written by my mother, and within it contains every letter, every scrap of parchment she ever penned, as well as every letter ever written to her. Including these," she concluded, handing the younger woman the book and letting her read it.
Slowly, Teelina flipped through the pages, sitting back down on the edge of the bed as she read. "This is my mother's handwriting.... It's written in Dereskian...." She continued to leaf through the ancient volume, curiosity growing ever more with every letter. "By the elders... but then... why would she...?"
"Because my mother and yours had an affair, but mine loved someone else and she married him, not her. Yours gave birth to their child, and the infant died. By that time, my mother had married my father, and was pregnant with his children," the elder woman said calmly, her tone quiet.
Slowly, the Sorceress handed the book back to its owner. "You and your sister.... I don't suppose there's any chance that you were my mother's children," she more stated than questioned.
Evil-Lyn's mother shook her head gently. "None whatsoever. The timing is completely wrong. When my mother was delivered of us, yours became angry, as her child had died. She determined that if she was not allowed to raise her child, she would take one of my mother's instead."
Teelina slowly began to understand. "Which explains why you were taken... and your parents' murder... was because of Mother's jealousy?"
"Yes," the white haired woman answered, nodding her head. "As is the reason the War of Three Days began."
The Sorceress of Grayskull's mouth dropped open. "What?!" she exclaimed again.
Nodding slowly, the elder woman elaborated. "Because of these," she said softly, indicating the books in her hands. "She wanted to erase every trace of her relationship with my mother. My guess, as I have no proof, is that she wanted to prevent you from finding them and realizing that you were only half Eternian. I do know, however, that she convinced Mindor," her lips curled back in an involuntary snarl at the name, "as well as your 'Elders' that these books were the key to the power of the Dereskígía. I also know she convinced them that if they destroyed the books, it would cripple our nation and advance the growth of Eternia." She smiled sadly. "It is a bit ironic that the books survived when the people did not..." Her eyes were mirthless over her smile.
Teelina's head nodded slowly as the great books disappeared from the white haired woman's arms and returned to where they had come from. "It's also ironic that I saw them when my mother tried so hard to prevent me from doing so, if your suspicion is correct."
A small sigh escaped the elder woman. "We will never really know why that war started.... I know that this is a lot of information to throw upon you at once, te lynïa. I think you know realize why I did not tell you before this time." The redhead nodded gently, locking eyes with the elder woman as she continued. "At least now you can be... comforted by the knowledge that you are not the first person of your line to be seduced by one of mine." Moria gently slid her pale and lithe hand down the redhead's cheek.
The Sorceress breathed out raggedly. "I almost wouldn't believe you... if you weren't who you are."
The Dereskian Queen kissed her companion's neck gingerly. "I know, te lynïa. Such a pity that I don't lie..."
Sighing roughly, the younger woman pulled away and looked deep into the twin amethyst pools. "Aren't you worried that we'll end up like them?"
Moria smiled gently at her, her pale hand slipping over her collarbone. "No, love. After all..." she continued, leaning in very close to the redhead, "you're only half Eternian." Slowly, ever so slowly, she brought her pale lips over the tanner ones of the Sorceress.
Teelina sighed gently into the kiss, knowing she should pull away but not able to bring herself to do so. She murmured softly into the elder woman's mouth, "Moria.... Don't."
"Why not?" the white haired woman asked gently. She slowly caressed the other woman's hair tenderly. "What point is there to denying ourselves any longer?" Gradually, she increased the power of the kiss.
A small moan escaped the younger woman as she still fought to protest. "I don't want this..."
Moria pulled away slowly, but only to lean over and begin trailing kisses down the redhead's neckline. "Yes, you do." Her hand traveled over Teelina's neck and downwards.
"Oh gods Moria...don't..." the words were minimal then, secondary to the small shudder of pleasure that slid down the redhead's back.
The elder woman gently sucked on the soft flesh of Teelina's neck, kissing her way up to look in her eyes. "Don't what, love?" she asked gently, her hand caressing the younger woman's breast gently through her clothing.
Slowly, Teelina felt the last of her restrictions slip away into the far reaches of her mind. She gently leaned into the elder woman's arms, her head falling backwards as she relinquished her urge to fight the sensations. She sighed as Moria brought her lips over her own, murmuring into the older woman's mouth, "Ohhh ...don't... don't stop.... Moria...."
She didn't.