Disclaimer:
Roses are red, violets are blue.
Me no own so you no sue.
(I did not write this disclaimer myself, I read it on a Zelda fic but it summarizes everything. Whoever made up this disclaimer, please don't sue me!)
AN: Thanks a lot Jacen200015 and Teekoness! I still can't get enough of your reviews!
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Aro-Ken's hands slipped again. His sweaty palms had made the pole slick, and he still desperately clung to it with both hands.
He knew he couldn't climb it, it was too slick. It was too high to jump, even if he used the Force. If he let go with one hand he would almost certainly slip right off the pole.
All Aro-Ken could do was clutch the pole, and hope the message he had sent through the Force to Del-Mon had reached him.
His fingers slid down the pole abruptly once more, and he shouted aloud, "Help! I'm slipping, I can't hold on much longer!"
Del-Mon's voice responded in the back of his head. "I'm coming, Aro-Ken!"
He took note of how close his fingers were to the end of the pole, and decided he had to move.
Slowly he released the pole with one hand and extended it above his head. His other hand did not move.
He faintly heard someone fire a cable launcher.
Gradually he put more weight on it as he pushed himself up, reaching out to grab the pole once more.
Without warning, the hand that was clutching the pole suddenly slipped with the weight of the rest of his body on it, and was suddenly grasping air.
He shouted as he began to plunge down towards the huge fan blades. The wind rushed past his hair and whistled in his ears.
Suddenly, out of the corner of his eye he spotted something metal alongside him. He recognized it as a pistol-shaped cable launcher.
Aro-Ken reached out, extending his hand as far as he could. He could sense how close he was to the turbine blades, could hear their thrumming sound getting louder and louder.
He couldn't reach the cable launcher. It was too far away. Desperately he used the Force, trying to clear his racing mind. He focused on the cable launcher that was falling alongside him.
He gripped it and pulled it closer to himself. Aro-Ken could feel it beginning to touch his fingertips. "Come on, come on… Almost got it…" he thought to himself.
Using one last jerk with his mind, the launcher jumped into his hand. He was yanked out of his fall, and he swung sideways on the cable. His shoulder hit the side of the shaft hard, and Aro-Ken allowed himself to dangle for a few seconds.
He suddenly heard something above him, small, metal objects hitting the side of the shaft. Aro-Ken looked up, and saw several metal spheres about half the size of a thermal detonator. As they approached him, he recognized them as minidetonators. There were at least ten, and they would surely explode when they hit the turbines.
Instantly he jammed his finger on one of the buttons on the cable launcher and it began to tow him up. But it wasn't moving fast enough. He knew when the minidetonators hit, the explosion would catch up to him very quickly.
He started to pray, hoping some miracle would make the cable launcher suddenly speed up, but knew it wasn't going to happen very soon.
Looking up, Aro-Ken could see he was about fifteen meters away from a catwalk. Just as he formulated a plan, he heard a small boom below him. He glanced down, and saw a small explosion glowing at the bottom of the shaft that he knew would inevitably set off a chain reaction.
He looked back up. He was fifteen meters from the catwalk. The explosions were getting louder. Ten meters to go.
Aro-Ken glanced down once more, just as there was an almost deafening BOOM from within the shaft. He saw it shake the entire room. The glass covering the windows rattled. He felt the cable vigorously vibrate and swing slightly.
A blast of heat instantly hit his body from below. Aro-Ken could see the blackness of the turbine shaft replaced with a huge mass of fire and shrapnel from the turbine blades that was swarming up towards him.
Desperately he looked up, and saw that he was ten meters from the nearest catwalk. Aro-Ken glanced below him again. He watched as the explosion ripped through a catwalk, shaking and melting it at the same time. Part of it was completely separated from the main part, and hung from it almost completely vertically.
Aro-Ken looked back up. The distance between himself and the catwalk was five meters, and the explosion was about that distance from him as well.
One thought suddenly ran through his head. "Trust the Force."
Before he realized what he was doing, Aro-Ken pulled himself up from the cable launcher and let go. Instinctively he pushed himself with the Force, making himself go higher.
He reached out with both hands, and his fingers grasped the edge of the catwalk. A piece of shrapnel shot by his leg and cut it open. Frantically he pulled himself up onto the floor of the catwalk just as the flames from the explosion began to lick at his boots.
The instant he slammed to the floor, lying on his back, two huge blasts of fire and debris shot past either side of the catwalk. More intense waves of heat hit him from the sides. Aro-Ken felt the metal pressing against his back begin to heat up.
He closed his eyes and took a few deep breaths. When he opened them again, watching as the explosion continued to move upward, Aro-Ken suddenly saw more debris beginning to fall towards him.
"Woah!" he cried. Instantly Aro-Ken was on his feet and running to the other end of the catwalk as fast as he could, limping slightly on the leg the shrapnel had hit.
Behind him he heard the metal shrapnel clatter as it hit the surface of the catwalk. He was not fast enough to avoid it all, however. A small piece grazed his side, and another stabbed into his arm.
Finally, he slowed down to a walk and fell over onto the catwalk surface. Aro-Ken closed his eyes as he breathed deeply, getting his breath back. He slowly lifted one hand and yanked the shrapnel out of his other arm, tossing it aside.
As Aro-Ken lay there, doing nothing but gasp for breath, he suddenly heard a shout ring out. He wearily hauled himself to his feet, staggering to the side a few steps before regaining his balance. He looked around, fighting the urge to fall back down.
He suddenly spotted Del-Mon, his arm wounded and a Shadowraith standing above him.
Aro-Ken grabbed his lightsaber from his belt without taking his eyes off the catwalk Del-Mon was on. It felt heavy in his hands as he pushed the activation button. He ignored how tired he was, pushing his exhaustion from his mind.
Aro-Ken lifted his weapon and aimed swiftly He allowed a long shout to escape from his lips as he hurled his radiant blue blade towards Del-Mon's foe.
"NOOO!"
* * *
Both Del-Mon's and the Shadowraith's heads snapped towards the sound of Aro- Ken's voice. His lightsaber, its blue blade ignited, was flying towards the Shadowraith.
The Shadowraith hissed, it's equivalent to a scream, in both rage and shock. Instinctively its hand shot out, but it did not stop the lightsaber.
Instead, it shot a flash of blinding pain into Aro-Ken's mind one last time. Del-Mon heard the boy shout in pain. He staggered, and fell right over the edge of the catwalk.
Next to Del-Mon, Aro-Ken's lightsaber hit its mark, impaling the Shadowraith through the chest, going clear through to the other side. It fell backwards, over the edge of the catwalk and went plunging down to the turbine shaft, taking Aro-Ken's lightsaber with it. Del-Mon turned away before it hit the blades.
"Help! Del-Mon, help me!" Aro-Ken's voice rang out.
Instantly Del-Mon took off, jumping from one catwalk to the next. "Aro-Ken, I'm coming! Where are you?" he shouted.
"Down here! I can't hold on, help me!" Aro-Ken cried.
Del-Mon landed on his feet with his knees bent on the catwalk Aro-Ken had fallen from. He quickly went to the edge and looked over.
He found Aro-Ken clinging to the section of the catwalk that the previous explosion had ripped away. It hung on weak metal that threatened to give way at any minute.
Aro-Ken was grasping part of the rough metal that had melted and cooled all ready.
There was a squealing sound as more of the catwalk broke away from the main part.
Del-Mon's eyes flicked about the room, searching for a way to get to Aro- Ken. Suddenly a wave of heat hit them both. There was a groaning sound from within the floor, and the room shook slightly.
Instantly the Jedi peered down into the shaft. Smoke was rising from it, and he could see flickering light from a fire flashing against the wall. The explosion the Shadowraith had caused must have set off a chain reaction. Unless Del-Mon did something, the explosion yet to come could destroy the entire Temple.
But he couldn't just leave Aro-Ken to die. Del-Mon had to save him as well. Suddenly, he noticed his cable launcher, dangling where Aro-Ken had released it, which was just a few meters above the partial catwalk the boy was hanging from.
He could see the manual control room window on the wall no more than five meters from the cable launcher.
"Del-Mon, do something!" Aro-Ken desperately cried as more of the catwalk broke away.
Somehow, out of all the thoughts and emotions rushing through Del-Mon's head, a plan formed. He knew it was a long shot, but it was better than nothing. So many things could go wrong, but there was no time to think of that.
Quickly, he sent a message to Aro-Ken with the Force through their deep bond. "Don't worry, Padawan, I'm coming!"
With those words he swiftly jumped into action, literally. Del-Mon leaped off the catwalk he stood on, falling through the air towards the catwalk Aro-Ken clung to. He kept his legs in front of himself, and slightly bent his knees to prepare for impact with the catwalk below him.
His feet hit the greatly slanted catwalk, and he made no effort to stand. The force of his body colliding with the catwalk made the small section of metal holding it up part, and the catwalk began to plunge down towards the turbine shaft opening.
As it fell through the air, Aro-Ken did not release the deformed metal he clung to, and Del-Mon continued to slide down the slanted metal on his feet, keeping his arms out at his sides for balance. He would occasionally move the foot in front to the side to avoid a bump in the metal that would knock him off course, or even off the severed section of the catwalk completely.
Aro-Ken's eyes lit up as he saw the Master approaching him rapidly. Del-Mon reached out a hand towards the boy as he continued to slide along. Aro-Ken extended a hand towards him, but lost his grip on the catwalk with the other hand. Quickly he slipped over the edge and started to fall.
"Aro-Ken!" Del-Mon shouted. He was nearing the edge of the severed catwalk, which was still falling. He kept his arm extended, but began to lean towards Aro-Ken now.
Just as his toes hit the edge, Del-Mon's hand grasped Aro-Ken's forearm, grabbing him out of his fall. The instant they touched, Del-Mon pushed off with his feet as hard as he could, pulling Aro-Ken with him.
They sailed away from the catwalk as it disappeared into the turbine shaft below it. There was a clanking sound accompanied by the groaning sound of mechanics, protesting as the catwalk section jammed the turbine blades.
As the two soared away from the shaft, Del-Mon and Aro-Ken both pushed themselves with the Force, and former reached out his arm.
Just as they began to fall down, Del-Mon's hand grasped the cable launcher. Now they flew forwards, carried by their momentum and held in the air by the cable. They were heading straight for the manual control room window.
"Shield your head, Padawan!" Del-Mon called before slightly ducking his own and getting his feet in front of him.
Aro-Ken turned his head away and lifted his free arm, the one Del-Mon was not clutching, and held it in front of his face.
Del-Mon released the cable launcher, and they sailed into the window.
They hit the glass of the window and shattered it completely. Some small pieces cut their arms and legs, but they had not serious injuries.
Del-Mon released Aro-Ken's arm, and they landed separately. Just as Del-Mon pulled himself up, the room shook again, more violently this time. The two were both knocked back to the floor. They heard rumbling below them, and the room continued to vibrate.
The older Jedi got to his feet once more, his eyes frantically looking at all the terminals about the room, until he spotted a button labeled "Emergency shutdown of all systems" on the other side of the room.
Del-Mon took off running for it, staying on his feet despite the constant tremors that shook the room. Lighting fixtures began to fall from the ceiling, ejecting sparks and showers of glass as they hit the floor. Various terminals crashed to the floor from the tables and desks they had been resting on. Alarm lights and sirens were flashing, indicating the overload that would cause the explosion soon and adding to the chaos that swarmed in the room.
The Jedi quickly put out a hand, which hit the table of the console that held the manual shutdown button and stopping himself. Finally, before anything else could happen, he slammed the palm of his hand down on the button.
Instantly the alarms were silenced. Slowly, the violently shaking room came to a halt. The roars and groans of machines shutting off was all the filled the air. Bright blue and yellow sparks still jumped from the damaged and crushed consoles. Dust settled, and revealed a completely motionless pair of Jedi standing in the room, a Master and an Apprentice.
Both were sweating and taking huge gulps of air as they just stared at each other in wonder. Their muscles burned and both felt like collapsing where they were. They seemed to share each other's exhaustion.
After a few more gasps, the Apprentice managed to say, "You… You called me… Padawan."
The Master smiled broadly at him. "Yes, Aro-Ken… I did… And I meant it," he said, also getting his breath back.
"Thank… Thank you… Master," the new Apprentice panted. As soon as the words left his lips, his knees gave out and he fell to the ground. The Shadowraith's quick mental attack had finally taken its toll.
Del-Mon was at the boy's side in an instant. He was fine, merely unconscious for a time. "You're welcome, Aro-Ken… You are most welcome, my apprentice."
With that, he lifted the boy into his arms and carried him from the room. Fate had finally brought them together.
* * *
OMG, IT'S FINISHED! I can't believe it! Thank you once again to Teekoness, Jacen200015, and thy_man for all your reviews.
Don't despair though, there is a sequel all ready in progress and posted! Read "The Lightsaber" to get the continuing saga of Aro-Ken Rumos and Del- Mon Wesia!
Thanks one last time to everyone who has read this fic!
Roses are red, violets are blue.
Me no own so you no sue.
(I did not write this disclaimer myself, I read it on a Zelda fic but it summarizes everything. Whoever made up this disclaimer, please don't sue me!)
AN: Thanks a lot Jacen200015 and Teekoness! I still can't get enough of your reviews!
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Aro-Ken's hands slipped again. His sweaty palms had made the pole slick, and he still desperately clung to it with both hands.
He knew he couldn't climb it, it was too slick. It was too high to jump, even if he used the Force. If he let go with one hand he would almost certainly slip right off the pole.
All Aro-Ken could do was clutch the pole, and hope the message he had sent through the Force to Del-Mon had reached him.
His fingers slid down the pole abruptly once more, and he shouted aloud, "Help! I'm slipping, I can't hold on much longer!"
Del-Mon's voice responded in the back of his head. "I'm coming, Aro-Ken!"
He took note of how close his fingers were to the end of the pole, and decided he had to move.
Slowly he released the pole with one hand and extended it above his head. His other hand did not move.
He faintly heard someone fire a cable launcher.
Gradually he put more weight on it as he pushed himself up, reaching out to grab the pole once more.
Without warning, the hand that was clutching the pole suddenly slipped with the weight of the rest of his body on it, and was suddenly grasping air.
He shouted as he began to plunge down towards the huge fan blades. The wind rushed past his hair and whistled in his ears.
Suddenly, out of the corner of his eye he spotted something metal alongside him. He recognized it as a pistol-shaped cable launcher.
Aro-Ken reached out, extending his hand as far as he could. He could sense how close he was to the turbine blades, could hear their thrumming sound getting louder and louder.
He couldn't reach the cable launcher. It was too far away. Desperately he used the Force, trying to clear his racing mind. He focused on the cable launcher that was falling alongside him.
He gripped it and pulled it closer to himself. Aro-Ken could feel it beginning to touch his fingertips. "Come on, come on… Almost got it…" he thought to himself.
Using one last jerk with his mind, the launcher jumped into his hand. He was yanked out of his fall, and he swung sideways on the cable. His shoulder hit the side of the shaft hard, and Aro-Ken allowed himself to dangle for a few seconds.
He suddenly heard something above him, small, metal objects hitting the side of the shaft. Aro-Ken looked up, and saw several metal spheres about half the size of a thermal detonator. As they approached him, he recognized them as minidetonators. There were at least ten, and they would surely explode when they hit the turbines.
Instantly he jammed his finger on one of the buttons on the cable launcher and it began to tow him up. But it wasn't moving fast enough. He knew when the minidetonators hit, the explosion would catch up to him very quickly.
He started to pray, hoping some miracle would make the cable launcher suddenly speed up, but knew it wasn't going to happen very soon.
Looking up, Aro-Ken could see he was about fifteen meters away from a catwalk. Just as he formulated a plan, he heard a small boom below him. He glanced down, and saw a small explosion glowing at the bottom of the shaft that he knew would inevitably set off a chain reaction.
He looked back up. He was fifteen meters from the catwalk. The explosions were getting louder. Ten meters to go.
Aro-Ken glanced down once more, just as there was an almost deafening BOOM from within the shaft. He saw it shake the entire room. The glass covering the windows rattled. He felt the cable vigorously vibrate and swing slightly.
A blast of heat instantly hit his body from below. Aro-Ken could see the blackness of the turbine shaft replaced with a huge mass of fire and shrapnel from the turbine blades that was swarming up towards him.
Desperately he looked up, and saw that he was ten meters from the nearest catwalk. Aro-Ken glanced below him again. He watched as the explosion ripped through a catwalk, shaking and melting it at the same time. Part of it was completely separated from the main part, and hung from it almost completely vertically.
Aro-Ken looked back up. The distance between himself and the catwalk was five meters, and the explosion was about that distance from him as well.
One thought suddenly ran through his head. "Trust the Force."
Before he realized what he was doing, Aro-Ken pulled himself up from the cable launcher and let go. Instinctively he pushed himself with the Force, making himself go higher.
He reached out with both hands, and his fingers grasped the edge of the catwalk. A piece of shrapnel shot by his leg and cut it open. Frantically he pulled himself up onto the floor of the catwalk just as the flames from the explosion began to lick at his boots.
The instant he slammed to the floor, lying on his back, two huge blasts of fire and debris shot past either side of the catwalk. More intense waves of heat hit him from the sides. Aro-Ken felt the metal pressing against his back begin to heat up.
He closed his eyes and took a few deep breaths. When he opened them again, watching as the explosion continued to move upward, Aro-Ken suddenly saw more debris beginning to fall towards him.
"Woah!" he cried. Instantly Aro-Ken was on his feet and running to the other end of the catwalk as fast as he could, limping slightly on the leg the shrapnel had hit.
Behind him he heard the metal shrapnel clatter as it hit the surface of the catwalk. He was not fast enough to avoid it all, however. A small piece grazed his side, and another stabbed into his arm.
Finally, he slowed down to a walk and fell over onto the catwalk surface. Aro-Ken closed his eyes as he breathed deeply, getting his breath back. He slowly lifted one hand and yanked the shrapnel out of his other arm, tossing it aside.
As Aro-Ken lay there, doing nothing but gasp for breath, he suddenly heard a shout ring out. He wearily hauled himself to his feet, staggering to the side a few steps before regaining his balance. He looked around, fighting the urge to fall back down.
He suddenly spotted Del-Mon, his arm wounded and a Shadowraith standing above him.
Aro-Ken grabbed his lightsaber from his belt without taking his eyes off the catwalk Del-Mon was on. It felt heavy in his hands as he pushed the activation button. He ignored how tired he was, pushing his exhaustion from his mind.
Aro-Ken lifted his weapon and aimed swiftly He allowed a long shout to escape from his lips as he hurled his radiant blue blade towards Del-Mon's foe.
"NOOO!"
* * *
Both Del-Mon's and the Shadowraith's heads snapped towards the sound of Aro- Ken's voice. His lightsaber, its blue blade ignited, was flying towards the Shadowraith.
The Shadowraith hissed, it's equivalent to a scream, in both rage and shock. Instinctively its hand shot out, but it did not stop the lightsaber.
Instead, it shot a flash of blinding pain into Aro-Ken's mind one last time. Del-Mon heard the boy shout in pain. He staggered, and fell right over the edge of the catwalk.
Next to Del-Mon, Aro-Ken's lightsaber hit its mark, impaling the Shadowraith through the chest, going clear through to the other side. It fell backwards, over the edge of the catwalk and went plunging down to the turbine shaft, taking Aro-Ken's lightsaber with it. Del-Mon turned away before it hit the blades.
"Help! Del-Mon, help me!" Aro-Ken's voice rang out.
Instantly Del-Mon took off, jumping from one catwalk to the next. "Aro-Ken, I'm coming! Where are you?" he shouted.
"Down here! I can't hold on, help me!" Aro-Ken cried.
Del-Mon landed on his feet with his knees bent on the catwalk Aro-Ken had fallen from. He quickly went to the edge and looked over.
He found Aro-Ken clinging to the section of the catwalk that the previous explosion had ripped away. It hung on weak metal that threatened to give way at any minute.
Aro-Ken was grasping part of the rough metal that had melted and cooled all ready.
There was a squealing sound as more of the catwalk broke away from the main part.
Del-Mon's eyes flicked about the room, searching for a way to get to Aro- Ken. Suddenly a wave of heat hit them both. There was a groaning sound from within the floor, and the room shook slightly.
Instantly the Jedi peered down into the shaft. Smoke was rising from it, and he could see flickering light from a fire flashing against the wall. The explosion the Shadowraith had caused must have set off a chain reaction. Unless Del-Mon did something, the explosion yet to come could destroy the entire Temple.
But he couldn't just leave Aro-Ken to die. Del-Mon had to save him as well. Suddenly, he noticed his cable launcher, dangling where Aro-Ken had released it, which was just a few meters above the partial catwalk the boy was hanging from.
He could see the manual control room window on the wall no more than five meters from the cable launcher.
"Del-Mon, do something!" Aro-Ken desperately cried as more of the catwalk broke away.
Somehow, out of all the thoughts and emotions rushing through Del-Mon's head, a plan formed. He knew it was a long shot, but it was better than nothing. So many things could go wrong, but there was no time to think of that.
Quickly, he sent a message to Aro-Ken with the Force through their deep bond. "Don't worry, Padawan, I'm coming!"
With those words he swiftly jumped into action, literally. Del-Mon leaped off the catwalk he stood on, falling through the air towards the catwalk Aro-Ken clung to. He kept his legs in front of himself, and slightly bent his knees to prepare for impact with the catwalk below him.
His feet hit the greatly slanted catwalk, and he made no effort to stand. The force of his body colliding with the catwalk made the small section of metal holding it up part, and the catwalk began to plunge down towards the turbine shaft opening.
As it fell through the air, Aro-Ken did not release the deformed metal he clung to, and Del-Mon continued to slide down the slanted metal on his feet, keeping his arms out at his sides for balance. He would occasionally move the foot in front to the side to avoid a bump in the metal that would knock him off course, or even off the severed section of the catwalk completely.
Aro-Ken's eyes lit up as he saw the Master approaching him rapidly. Del-Mon reached out a hand towards the boy as he continued to slide along. Aro-Ken extended a hand towards him, but lost his grip on the catwalk with the other hand. Quickly he slipped over the edge and started to fall.
"Aro-Ken!" Del-Mon shouted. He was nearing the edge of the severed catwalk, which was still falling. He kept his arm extended, but began to lean towards Aro-Ken now.
Just as his toes hit the edge, Del-Mon's hand grasped Aro-Ken's forearm, grabbing him out of his fall. The instant they touched, Del-Mon pushed off with his feet as hard as he could, pulling Aro-Ken with him.
They sailed away from the catwalk as it disappeared into the turbine shaft below it. There was a clanking sound accompanied by the groaning sound of mechanics, protesting as the catwalk section jammed the turbine blades.
As the two soared away from the shaft, Del-Mon and Aro-Ken both pushed themselves with the Force, and former reached out his arm.
Just as they began to fall down, Del-Mon's hand grasped the cable launcher. Now they flew forwards, carried by their momentum and held in the air by the cable. They were heading straight for the manual control room window.
"Shield your head, Padawan!" Del-Mon called before slightly ducking his own and getting his feet in front of him.
Aro-Ken turned his head away and lifted his free arm, the one Del-Mon was not clutching, and held it in front of his face.
Del-Mon released the cable launcher, and they sailed into the window.
They hit the glass of the window and shattered it completely. Some small pieces cut their arms and legs, but they had not serious injuries.
Del-Mon released Aro-Ken's arm, and they landed separately. Just as Del-Mon pulled himself up, the room shook again, more violently this time. The two were both knocked back to the floor. They heard rumbling below them, and the room continued to vibrate.
The older Jedi got to his feet once more, his eyes frantically looking at all the terminals about the room, until he spotted a button labeled "Emergency shutdown of all systems" on the other side of the room.
Del-Mon took off running for it, staying on his feet despite the constant tremors that shook the room. Lighting fixtures began to fall from the ceiling, ejecting sparks and showers of glass as they hit the floor. Various terminals crashed to the floor from the tables and desks they had been resting on. Alarm lights and sirens were flashing, indicating the overload that would cause the explosion soon and adding to the chaos that swarmed in the room.
The Jedi quickly put out a hand, which hit the table of the console that held the manual shutdown button and stopping himself. Finally, before anything else could happen, he slammed the palm of his hand down on the button.
Instantly the alarms were silenced. Slowly, the violently shaking room came to a halt. The roars and groans of machines shutting off was all the filled the air. Bright blue and yellow sparks still jumped from the damaged and crushed consoles. Dust settled, and revealed a completely motionless pair of Jedi standing in the room, a Master and an Apprentice.
Both were sweating and taking huge gulps of air as they just stared at each other in wonder. Their muscles burned and both felt like collapsing where they were. They seemed to share each other's exhaustion.
After a few more gasps, the Apprentice managed to say, "You… You called me… Padawan."
The Master smiled broadly at him. "Yes, Aro-Ken… I did… And I meant it," he said, also getting his breath back.
"Thank… Thank you… Master," the new Apprentice panted. As soon as the words left his lips, his knees gave out and he fell to the ground. The Shadowraith's quick mental attack had finally taken its toll.
Del-Mon was at the boy's side in an instant. He was fine, merely unconscious for a time. "You're welcome, Aro-Ken… You are most welcome, my apprentice."
With that, he lifted the boy into his arms and carried him from the room. Fate had finally brought them together.
* * *
OMG, IT'S FINISHED! I can't believe it! Thank you once again to Teekoness, Jacen200015, and thy_man for all your reviews.
Don't despair though, there is a sequel all ready in progress and posted! Read "The Lightsaber" to get the continuing saga of Aro-Ken Rumos and Del- Mon Wesia!
Thanks one last time to everyone who has read this fic!