Traci: They weren't Wild Magic orbs though...they were made by the High Magic. And when Ector had the other glass orbs, made by himself, they did not contain the evil that the High Magic enclosed in their creations. Oh...and I was planning to insert something between Traci and Will in the End fic...I'm planning three fics: A beginning, a middle, and an end. This is the beginning. I'm going to write the End next, so you arent aware of what happened between. And then I'll fill it in with the Middle. Sound okay?
A thick coat of melencholy lay over the massacre.
Ector walked slowly toward the hem of the
mist cloak, trapped in between the two edges of the huge crack into another
world. He seized the cloak, and pulled it through. The crack, now able
to close completely, vanished.
Taking small steps, he made his way up to
the throne and looked at it. It was adorned with inscriptions in a flowery
script.
"This is the same language as your calling,
Michael. Hisame Ko Issun." He examined the throne. "This was made by a
rebel of the High Magic...the rest did not understand this language. Alhan
never knew his chair was covered with prophecies..."
"It says here what I have been fearing." He
suddenly swiveled around at us. The candlelight danced over the mist cloak
in his hands, sending rays of color over his forehead. "The battle is not
over. Alhan has what he needs to create a new world over there. And in
time he will be back to destroy this one. But this war may not be ours
to fight. The inscriptions...they speak only of another...we disappear
completely. It claims another person will rise...but this person..it says
clearly he was CREATED by a mortal." Will glanced at him, perplexed.
"I do not understand. " Ector shook his head.
Bran turned to him, grinning. "But it doesn't
matter anymore! We've won what we can win. We've tried and succeeded. We've
prevented the premature deaths of billions of people. Don't you think we've
done enough!?"
Ector smiled again, calmly. "It is for now.
But listen. There are those of the High Magic who were not part of the
plot to destroy this universe." He pulled the cloak around his shoulders.
"And therefore, I, Ector, also known as Arthur, take upon me the burden
of the crown of Angmor." Something was glinting in his eyes as he sat on
the throne. Then he began to laugh.
Will was the first to kneel, and I followed.
Ector laughed even harder. But we knew he was covering up what he was doing.
He was one of few who really understood that a crown is fully a burden...that
power is nothing...
Well, I wasn't one of those few, I'll say
that.
We made it to the land without event. Traci
and Alana sort of disappeared when we neared the train. Will took a different
one, off back to England. Bran and I went toward Wales.
That is where I am today. Sitting at my table,
putting on the appearance of a normal person in a normal house with normal
friends.
This has been the account of Hisame Ko Issun,
Michael R. Amra. When Alhan is back, this inscription shall hopefully find
its way into the hands of the new warriors. Whoever they are...I wish them
luck...
Hisame Ko Issun - May 17, 2002
Note: This parchment was found on the apparently dead body of a young boy after a battle with the wizard Stagmar. By his own account, he is not capable of death, and the date claims he lived long ago. We are unsure what to do, or what shall happen to the other four alongside him. - Almon Halfour - September 17, 2134.
A/N: The next fic will appear soon. I just have to work out a few things, and I'll be ready. It'll be better then this one, because I am alarmed by the number of cliches I inserted here. But anyway.