Wow, someone else reviewed! Thanks guys, you really put a spring in my step! This might be the last chapter: I'm only writing a short story this time, just to see how it goes. But I'm dreaming up a new plot right at this very moment so you won't be storyless for long.
CFW x
Chapter 5.
Hearing that Roger was about had given Alanna new hope. She'd always known, deep inside, that this wasn't how it was supposed to be. She didn't marry Jon, it never would have happened by choice- they were too different. Thayet would never have let herself become a nursemaid, her ambitions were too great. Besides, Alanna would never have named her children Jasson, Roald and Lianne! She had no idea what Roger was up to, but she was going to find out.
When morning came, Alanna leapt out of bed. She pulled her light armour over breeches and a cotton shirt and fastened her great sword to her belt. Jon was still fast asleep. She breakfasted with Raoul and Buri, who agreed to join her in her quest.
"Sounds like fun," commented Buri, as if Alanna had suggested a picnic in the Royal Forest.
"Wonderful! I can't wait to give Roger a seeing to!" boomed Raoul with an excited grin.
Sahara joined them, dressed for magical battle. She wore her black-robe over a silk dress that was painted win many shades of blue. She had a massive grin on her face. Last night with Hiroshi had been, *interesting*. Jon still did not appear. Alanna was worried so she got Sahara to come and see him.
"Enchanted," the mage said simply.
"What? But we need him! We can't fight Roger with only two mages."
"I'm sorry Alanna, but he's not going to wake up for a long time."
Alanna got mad. Purple fire flared up all around her as she grabbed Jon by the shoulders and shook him backwards and forth.
"You stupid son-of-bitch! Why did you let this happen?" she shrieked.
"Stop Alanna!" cried Sahara, prising her away.
Alanna stood, panting, for a while, then turned on her heel and stormed off.
*
Roger cackled evilly. The sleep-spell had worked. He WOULD break Alanna, even if it took him for eternity.
*
The usually peaceful Divine Realms were shaken by the rumble of thunder. Several animal gods were knocked clean out of their nests by the shockwaves. The sound passed through the realms and the Dragonlands and into the dark abyss that was the Black God's abode. The thunder reached the Black God's ears in the form of words.
"You stupid moron! You pathetic excuse for a god!" it yelled.
The Black God sighed and disappeared in a burst of black smoke.
Mithros paced up and down, waiting for his brother. The Great Mother Goddess stood more patiently at his side, but her beautiful features were marred by rage. Gainel and Kindunka sat a little way off. They too were angry. The Black God apparated before Mithros. Without warning the great god had seized his brother by the throat and was strangling him.
"No, brother," said the Mother, prising his fingers away.
"What do you think you are doing?" snarled Gainel.
"Ssssssetting a dangerousssss man on innocentsssssssss isssssssss worthy of banisssshment, brother," hissed Kindunka, the World Snake.
"So is taking a bribe." Mithros had calmed down. "Duke Roger was a schemeing traitor to gods and mortals alike. You place him somewhere that cannot be breached AND give him back his Gift. What were you thinking of?"
The Black God shrugged. Having it explained like this made him see what he had done.
"I can fix it. Alanna and her friends are on their way to Roger's safehold. I cannot release him and return him to my realm but they can if I take the protective forcefield off the portal. They will be able to kill him. Once back in my realm, he will never be leaving."
"What about Time. Will she be restored?" asked the Mother.
"What have you done to Time, brother?" Mithros demanded, his voice dangerously quiet.
"I did nothing. It was Roger. He turned back Time and made Alanna marry Jon and George try to assasinate their children so he would be executed. He made Alanna aware of her past life with George so she would have a nervous breakdown. Roger wanted to see her suffer slowly. When Roger is killed and his spell broken, everything will be as before."
"Do it now, break the sssssssssspell. I can ssenssse Alanna drawing near to the portal," said Kidunka.
The Black God drew a rune in the air with a glowing fingertip and shouted a strange syllable.
*
Sahara led Alanna, Raoul, Numair and Buri straight to the portal. Numair examined it with his Gift and yelped. Sahara did the same. Alanna hung back afraid, but the urge to kill Roger was too great.
"Don't come in after me," she ordered. "This is my fight!"
She leapt headlong into the portal. Everything slowed down, as if she was wading through treacle. In was pitch black but just ahead she glimpsed a flickering pinpoint of light. She pushed towards it, drawing her sword. Roger heard the scrape of metal and whirled. He saw Alanna and he grinned.
"Wait a minute. You are only a model to spy on me. No one can get through without being weakened."
Roger chuckled to himself. He had actually been afraid of this Gifted lump of clay. Alanna squared her shoulders and lifted her great blade. Roger barely had time to draw his own sword before Alanna was upon him, chopping and stabbing.
"We had a deal, Black God!" he yelled, ducking under the swing of Alanna's sword.
I have broken it, my dear Duke murmured a silken voice in his mind.
"Oh well. If I can't kill you slowly, it'll have to be sudden!" Roger roared.
Alanna kept her mouth firmly shut. It was wasting energy talking to this slimeball. She parred his wild thrusts and drew a throwing knife discreetly from her belt.
Thanks George for this little trick, she though, locking herself hilt-to-hilt with Roger. If she failed now the Duke would kill her, if she succeeded, he would be returned to the Black God's abyss once more. She spun away, dropping her sword and pretending to run. Roger cackled triumphantly and sped after her. Alanna timed his steps in her mind and when she felt him close in on her she spun on her toes and drove the dagger deep into his heart. The Duke of Conte gasped as the blade sprouted from his chest. He wrapped both hands round it and tried to yank it free, dropping his sword. Alanna spun the discarded blade in a wide arc, beheading Roger in one fell swoop. Immediately, she felt a tug behind her navel and the world dissolved in a flurry of colours. She bumped against things, bruising her body black and blue before something heavy crashed into her skull, knocking her out.
*
The Black God waited patiently for Roger's soul to come tumbling to him through the Divine Realms. Before the Duke realised what was going on, he was bound and gagged and tossed in a cage of flames. He huddled in the middle, trying to keep away from the burning heat. The Black God leaned close to the supernatural fire and grinned.
"Welcome to Hell. Enjoy the first day of the rest of eternity."
*
Alanna felt an arm wrap round her torso and she sighed contentedly. She'd had the strangest dream. About Roger and Jon and George dying... She sat up and peered over at the arm's owner. Green-hazel eyes, a large nose, dazzling smile.
"George!" she cried and pressed her lips close to his. They kissed and George held his wife at arm's length.
"Why so pleased to see me darlin'?" he chuckled. Alanna snuggled in close for another kiss.
"Long story..."
THE END
Wasn't that a lovely ending. So my faithful worshippers, did you understand what had gone on? Especially you jon25me, you were coming up with all sorts of complicated ideas! Can I just say that the plot of Alternate Time, Alternate Fate and Sahara Silverrain are copyright me: Cold Fire Within (Elle). If you steal them intentionally then I can sue you.
On a lighter note. I bet you all want to know what happened to Sahara Silverrain. Was she just born as a result of Roger messing with Time or does she exsist in the real time as well. Hmm, could make an interesting story eh? If you want to hear more about Sahara Silverrain then review this story and mention about it. Ok? Thanks for all your support, I hope my debut tale was up to scratch.
Cold Fire Within x
CFW x
Chapter 5.
Hearing that Roger was about had given Alanna new hope. She'd always known, deep inside, that this wasn't how it was supposed to be. She didn't marry Jon, it never would have happened by choice- they were too different. Thayet would never have let herself become a nursemaid, her ambitions were too great. Besides, Alanna would never have named her children Jasson, Roald and Lianne! She had no idea what Roger was up to, but she was going to find out.
When morning came, Alanna leapt out of bed. She pulled her light armour over breeches and a cotton shirt and fastened her great sword to her belt. Jon was still fast asleep. She breakfasted with Raoul and Buri, who agreed to join her in her quest.
"Sounds like fun," commented Buri, as if Alanna had suggested a picnic in the Royal Forest.
"Wonderful! I can't wait to give Roger a seeing to!" boomed Raoul with an excited grin.
Sahara joined them, dressed for magical battle. She wore her black-robe over a silk dress that was painted win many shades of blue. She had a massive grin on her face. Last night with Hiroshi had been, *interesting*. Jon still did not appear. Alanna was worried so she got Sahara to come and see him.
"Enchanted," the mage said simply.
"What? But we need him! We can't fight Roger with only two mages."
"I'm sorry Alanna, but he's not going to wake up for a long time."
Alanna got mad. Purple fire flared up all around her as she grabbed Jon by the shoulders and shook him backwards and forth.
"You stupid son-of-bitch! Why did you let this happen?" she shrieked.
"Stop Alanna!" cried Sahara, prising her away.
Alanna stood, panting, for a while, then turned on her heel and stormed off.
*
Roger cackled evilly. The sleep-spell had worked. He WOULD break Alanna, even if it took him for eternity.
*
The usually peaceful Divine Realms were shaken by the rumble of thunder. Several animal gods were knocked clean out of their nests by the shockwaves. The sound passed through the realms and the Dragonlands and into the dark abyss that was the Black God's abode. The thunder reached the Black God's ears in the form of words.
"You stupid moron! You pathetic excuse for a god!" it yelled.
The Black God sighed and disappeared in a burst of black smoke.
Mithros paced up and down, waiting for his brother. The Great Mother Goddess stood more patiently at his side, but her beautiful features were marred by rage. Gainel and Kindunka sat a little way off. They too were angry. The Black God apparated before Mithros. Without warning the great god had seized his brother by the throat and was strangling him.
"No, brother," said the Mother, prising his fingers away.
"What do you think you are doing?" snarled Gainel.
"Ssssssetting a dangerousssss man on innocentsssssssss isssssssss worthy of banisssshment, brother," hissed Kindunka, the World Snake.
"So is taking a bribe." Mithros had calmed down. "Duke Roger was a schemeing traitor to gods and mortals alike. You place him somewhere that cannot be breached AND give him back his Gift. What were you thinking of?"
The Black God shrugged. Having it explained like this made him see what he had done.
"I can fix it. Alanna and her friends are on their way to Roger's safehold. I cannot release him and return him to my realm but they can if I take the protective forcefield off the portal. They will be able to kill him. Once back in my realm, he will never be leaving."
"What about Time. Will she be restored?" asked the Mother.
"What have you done to Time, brother?" Mithros demanded, his voice dangerously quiet.
"I did nothing. It was Roger. He turned back Time and made Alanna marry Jon and George try to assasinate their children so he would be executed. He made Alanna aware of her past life with George so she would have a nervous breakdown. Roger wanted to see her suffer slowly. When Roger is killed and his spell broken, everything will be as before."
"Do it now, break the sssssssssspell. I can ssenssse Alanna drawing near to the portal," said Kidunka.
The Black God drew a rune in the air with a glowing fingertip and shouted a strange syllable.
*
Sahara led Alanna, Raoul, Numair and Buri straight to the portal. Numair examined it with his Gift and yelped. Sahara did the same. Alanna hung back afraid, but the urge to kill Roger was too great.
"Don't come in after me," she ordered. "This is my fight!"
She leapt headlong into the portal. Everything slowed down, as if she was wading through treacle. In was pitch black but just ahead she glimpsed a flickering pinpoint of light. She pushed towards it, drawing her sword. Roger heard the scrape of metal and whirled. He saw Alanna and he grinned.
"Wait a minute. You are only a model to spy on me. No one can get through without being weakened."
Roger chuckled to himself. He had actually been afraid of this Gifted lump of clay. Alanna squared her shoulders and lifted her great blade. Roger barely had time to draw his own sword before Alanna was upon him, chopping and stabbing.
"We had a deal, Black God!" he yelled, ducking under the swing of Alanna's sword.
I have broken it, my dear Duke murmured a silken voice in his mind.
"Oh well. If I can't kill you slowly, it'll have to be sudden!" Roger roared.
Alanna kept her mouth firmly shut. It was wasting energy talking to this slimeball. She parred his wild thrusts and drew a throwing knife discreetly from her belt.
Thanks George for this little trick, she though, locking herself hilt-to-hilt with Roger. If she failed now the Duke would kill her, if she succeeded, he would be returned to the Black God's abyss once more. She spun away, dropping her sword and pretending to run. Roger cackled triumphantly and sped after her. Alanna timed his steps in her mind and when she felt him close in on her she spun on her toes and drove the dagger deep into his heart. The Duke of Conte gasped as the blade sprouted from his chest. He wrapped both hands round it and tried to yank it free, dropping his sword. Alanna spun the discarded blade in a wide arc, beheading Roger in one fell swoop. Immediately, she felt a tug behind her navel and the world dissolved in a flurry of colours. She bumped against things, bruising her body black and blue before something heavy crashed into her skull, knocking her out.
*
The Black God waited patiently for Roger's soul to come tumbling to him through the Divine Realms. Before the Duke realised what was going on, he was bound and gagged and tossed in a cage of flames. He huddled in the middle, trying to keep away from the burning heat. The Black God leaned close to the supernatural fire and grinned.
"Welcome to Hell. Enjoy the first day of the rest of eternity."
*
Alanna felt an arm wrap round her torso and she sighed contentedly. She'd had the strangest dream. About Roger and Jon and George dying... She sat up and peered over at the arm's owner. Green-hazel eyes, a large nose, dazzling smile.
"George!" she cried and pressed her lips close to his. They kissed and George held his wife at arm's length.
"Why so pleased to see me darlin'?" he chuckled. Alanna snuggled in close for another kiss.
"Long story..."
THE END
Wasn't that a lovely ending. So my faithful worshippers, did you understand what had gone on? Especially you jon25me, you were coming up with all sorts of complicated ideas! Can I just say that the plot of Alternate Time, Alternate Fate and Sahara Silverrain are copyright me: Cold Fire Within (Elle). If you steal them intentionally then I can sue you.
On a lighter note. I bet you all want to know what happened to Sahara Silverrain. Was she just born as a result of Roger messing with Time or does she exsist in the real time as well. Hmm, could make an interesting story eh? If you want to hear more about Sahara Silverrain then review this story and mention about it. Ok? Thanks for all your support, I hope my debut tale was up to scratch.
Cold Fire Within x