Chapter 5
Duncan and Rhiannon decided to have an early night, or rather, Duncan decided. Rhiannon tried to object, claiming she wasn't tired at all even though she stifled a yawn, but Duncan wouldn't hear of it.
"Duncan?" Rhiannon sat up and peered into the dark in the direction she knew Duncan's bed to be.
"Yes?" Duncan laid an arm over his face; he really wasn't in the mood for another round of 'being Rhiannon' as he called her constant innuendos.
"I cannot sleep."
Her voice sounded more childlike than he'd ever heard. He immediately gave her his full attention. "Why not?"
He heard a sigh coming from her direction. "I do not know." She paused for a second, and then asked in a small voice, "May I lie next to you? I need your presence near, my Warrior." There was no mirth in her voice at all.
Duncan sat up. "Are you having nightmares?"
Rhiannon stood up and slowly walked to Duncan's bed. "No. I just need you near me." She sighed. "Duncan, I can feel you are not up to more information about my... quirks." This last word was spoken with an amused undertone. "So I will be as clear as I can; your presence prevents my enemies from finding me in my dreams. Normally I can deal with enemy dream walkers, but I still haven't completely recovered from their last attack."
Duncan looked up at her dark figure and tried to make sense of what she'd just told him. "But, if you can handle them, then why did they succeed in their last attack?" He sat up and held the covers up for Rhiannon to crawl under.
"They used someone I believed lost. It was quite a shock seeing her there." She snuggled up to Duncan and laid her head on his chest. "He will not hurt me again."
Duncan squeezed her a little. "No he won't." Then he thought of something. "Did they use Emer?" He asked her.
"Yes." Rhiannon buried her head in his chest, "Mama's punishment caused her soul to leave her body. I sat in her tomb for days, trying to find her, so I could guide her back, but I could not find a trace of her. Not even the Oracle could find her." She lifted her head a little, "We will talk tomorrow Duncan, I promise. It is time you know everything."
Duncan said nothing, he just nodded his head, knowing she'd feel it and tried to get some sleep.
The next morning Rhiannon made them breakfast, surprising Duncan with her cooking, and sat him down on the couch. She looked at him for a moment, sighed and sat down on next to him. "I've been trying to find a way to ease you into my world, but there is none. You already have many questions, I will try to answer them all." She stood up, walked to the window and turned back to Duncan. "I am Rhiannon, Queen of Astarte." She paused a moment and saw the question appear on Duncan's face. "I knew you would recognize that name and you are right; the Humans considered our first Queen a Goddess. This, of course, is not true. We are not Gods nor are we all-powerful. We have abilities the Humans do not have, not yet. They too will one day have these abilities, but they have much to accomplish before then. My people have been their counselors, priests, advisers and from the reign of our first Queen Astarte. She understood the differences between Humans and Astartens very well. She also saw the greatness in the Humans." Rhiannon turned and looked out the window. "We have always co-existed in peace and understanding. Only a chosen few knew of our true nature. I have told you that our two people knew one another once." She turned around and sat down next to Duncan. "You were our Warriors, our Shields, all of you. When an Astarten turned sixteen, he or she would Bind an Immortal so that Immortal could teach them the way of the world, once the Teacher felt the Student had progressed enough, they would leave the comfort and safety of the city and venture out into the world, helping people whenever they could, protecting villages from danger. Astarte knew the relationship between Immortals and her people would be a fertile one. The bond between our two people existed for eons." She stopped and looked Duncan in the eye. "We were magnificent. The world thrived under our joined guidance. Then, suddenly, a few Immortals decided they were not treated with the respect they thought they deserved. They're requests for binding had been denied several times, the council believed them too young, but they did not agree with them. When they called upon their Kin to raise arms and strike us down, they said we were not their friends but enemies, saying we were after world domination. No one believed them at first, but the seed of doubt had been planted. The council decided that the six Immortals responsible would be imprisoned in the Black Forrest for the rest of their natural life and that only one person would ever be able to set them free. No one knows how it is or when he or she will be born, all we know is that it will be a Human, that is why we've guarded the Black Forrest ever since." She stopped and leaned back. "Could I have a glass of water please?"
"... Sure." Duncan walked into the kitchen and pondered on what Rhiannon just told him. It all sounded too much like a fairytale, but there was something in her eyes and posture that told him she wasn't lying. But still, a union between Immortals and Astarten, whatever they are.... He turned and looked at Rhiannon, she had closed her eyes, and just as he started to walk towards her; the windows shattered, people jumped in, they came from the fire-escape, the elevator, everywhere. Duncan automatically reached for his sword, only to realize that it was still in his coat. One of the attackers lunged at him, but Duncan blocked his blow and punched the man in his stomach. He turned to the other attackers, ready for battle.
"Duncan!"
He looked in her direction and saw Rhiannon being attacked by three men, one held her down, while the other two hit her wherever they could. Duncan rushed over, but was stopped. Someone shot him, a clean shot through the heart; Duncan was dead before he hit the ground.
"Duncan?"
The first gasp of air always hurt, always. Duncan opened his eyes and saw Rhiannon huddled over him, touching is face.
"Where are we?" Duncan sat up and looked around.
"Home." Rhiannon stood up and walked to the only window, motioning him to join her.
"Home?" Duncan followed her and stood behind her. He was amazed by what he saw; below the window lay the inner court of a castle, various buildings huddled together within thick walls. The enormous gates were just being opened and Duncan could see people standing on the other side, waiting to be let in so they could sell their goods on the market square, which was just below their window. To the left he could see the smith's workshop; the stables and what seemed to be a temple.
"What is this place?" Duncan looked down at Rhiannon, only to find her crying. He touched her face. "What's wrong?"
She looked up and smiled, "I did not know how much I have missed my home until I saw it again." She gestured down, "These are my people Duncan, this is home."
"But, where is this? I don't recognize the landscape or the clothes."
"Remember what I told you earlier?"
"Yes."
"The turmoil caused our presence to be known to the Humans, the ones who knew of us tried to calm the fear that surfaced when the Humans realized they were not alone, and that we were more like the gods than mortals. Many decided we were a threat and formed raiding parties. Queen Astarte tried her best to calm everyone but to no avail. The Humans came to our cities and destroyed them; some Astartens were killed during the raids, shocking us to the core. We had always believed Death was a personal choice, now we saw that someone else could make that choice for you. I myself believed Death was my choice," She turned to look out the window, "but the elderly couple in the 'hospital' showed me that it is not."
Suddenly there was a knock on the door and someone came in.
Rhiannon stepped forward and bowed her head. "Warrior."
The warrior knelt and bowed her head in return. "Princess."
Smiling Rhiannon stepped forward and lifted the Warrior's head. "You know I am Queen, why do you still not address me by my rightful title?"
Duncan walked up to Rhiannon and studied the Warrior. She wore a dark blue ensemble; sturdy boots, a knee-high skirt and a tunic. She had dark blue eyes and black hair. Her features reminded Duncan of Rhiannon and gave Rhiannon a questioning stare.
Rhiannon noticed Duncan's stare and nodded. "Yes Duncan. This is my sister, she was chosen to be Mother's Warrior at birth, as I was chosen to be mother's successor." Rhiannon looked down at the Warrior. "You may rise."
"Warrior; this is my Shield, Duncan MacLeod of the clan MacLeod. You will treat him with the respect he deserves. He is also an Immortal."
The warrior's face paled and her eyes widened. "You, you...." She turned to Rhiannon. "How dare you! Bringing that... thing here!" She stopped and staggered back, holding her cheek a dark red imprint of Rhiannon's hand already appearing.
"How dare I? It is my right! I am your Queen, Tyra. Never forget your place in my presence again. I may have been lenient in the past; never again will you address me in that tone of voice again. Am I understood?"
Duncan watched Rhiannon with amazement; Her eyes burned with a fire so intense Duncan was a little relieved her rage was not directed at him.
The warrior regained her posture and nodded. "I will not forget my place again Princess, forgive me." She knelt and lowered her head, leaving her neck exposed to Rhiannon.
Rhiannon looked down at her sister and smiled. "You still do not accept me as your Queen. Your loyalty to our Mother is admirable, though misplaced. Rise my Sister and tell us, why are you here?"
Tyra looked up, her face blank, but her eyes showed her pain. "Mother's spies found you and she ordered your capture so she could punish you herself."
"Punish me...." Rhiannon turned away from the Warrior and Duncan, walked to the window and looked out. "She knows she has no right to judge me and still she proceeds to do so." She sighed. "Oh Mother, why?"
Duncan and Tyra exchanged glances, Duncan nodded and Tyra walked up to Rhiannon and placed a hand on her shoulder. "I don't know sister, although I cannot help you in your quest to overthrow my Queen I do share your concern for her sanity."
Rhiannon turned and looked her sister in the eye. "Thank you." She whispered, then took a step back. "When?"
"At dusk."
"That is not for seven hours, until then I want to be left alone with my Warrior." She gestured at Duncan. "Make sure we are not disturbed, a last request from a sister to a sister."
Tyra nodded and walked to the door, "I promise Princess, you will not be disturbed." She turned and looked at Rhiannon, whispered; "I Love you." And left; locking the door behind her.
Duncan sat down on one of the beds, "So, that was your sister. Any more family you haven't told me about?"
Laughing Rhiannon sat down on the opposite bed. "My family is quite extensive Duncan, it would take days to name them all." Sobering Rhiannon said, "We don't have much time."
Duncan leaned forward, "What will she do?"
"She won't kill me, if that is your concern. No, she will impose her earlier command. I will have to submit myself to the Oracle." Rhiannon shivered. "And that is something I will never do."
"What is so terrible about that?"
"The Oracle is a group of people who See. To See they need energy, energy I have. Every two thousand years a member of the Royal family is sent to provide energy, then the next person is sent. My predecessor was sent ten years ago; therefore I will not go. If he had been sent two thousand years ago I would go, but that is not the case." Rhiannon stood up and walked to the door, "Mother knows this but still...."
Duncan thought about this, "How can she force you to do something you don't want to do? I mean, you seem to be able to stand up to her. So why do you need me?"
She sat down with her back against the door. "That memory I shared with you, that should tell you how."
"It gives me an idea yes." Duncan nodded. "But you are not that little girl anymore, you must have grown stronger since."
"I have, not strong enough though." Rhiannon stood up and wiped her hands on her pants. "I need to bathe, and so do you my Warrior."
"Such subtlety, just say it; we stink." Duncan said with a smile. "How do you expect to bathe? There's no sink here, or another door." He said looking around the room.
"That is where you are mistaken. Look." Rhiannon walked to the left corner and moved her hand in front of an ornament imbedded in the wall. Slowly a doorway appeared.
Duncan was amazed and walked over. "How does this work?" He asked, examining the doorway.
"Would you believe me if I say Magic?" Asked Rhiannon in an amused tone of voice.
Duncan looked at her and shook his head.
She shrugged, "I do not know, it has always been this way and I have been too young to wonder." Rhiannon walked through the doorway, "Come on, you will like this."
Smiling Duncan followed her, she sounded like a child again. As soon as he stepped through the doorway he found himself in an immense cavern. A platform stretched several meters to both sides; small steps had been carved out to allow easy access into the water. Duncan heard a splash and saw Rhiannon swimming to the center of the cavern. He looked around for her clothes and saw them lying in a muddle on the floor to his right. Shaking his head Duncan removed his clothes, keeping his underwear on. Although Rhiannon may be at ease with nudity, Duncan reminded himself of the fact that she was still, in many ways, a child. He jumped into the cool, refreshing water and swam towards Rhiannon.
"Hmmm...." Rhiannon floated on her back, eyes closed.
"Where does all this water come from?" Queried Duncan, he'd noticed a faint flow.
"Hmmm?" Rhiannon opened her eyes. "Duncan, stop with these questions. Accept what is here. Enjoy and save your strength for later." She giggled. "Why do you wear that?" And pointed downward.
"To protect your innocence." Answered Duncan, causing Rhiannon to go into a fit, almost drowning her. He quickly grabbed her arms and held her up.
Coughing she surfaced. "Thank you." Rhiannon wiped her hair out of her face and smiled. "Astartens bathe together from birth, you are not the first man I've seen naked... almost naked." She giggled again.
Duncan let her go and swam to one of the steps, but before he could reach it he was pulled under. He turned and reached out but Rhiannon was already out of reach. He surfaced and looked around; she was heading for the center, Duncan took a deep breath and dove under.
Rhiannon stopped in the center of the pool and looked around, "Duncan?" There was no sign of him. She carefully moved forward and called him again.
Duncan looked up at her figure, which was clearly visible in the water. He moved closer and touched her foot. She jolted it up and took off.
They played for a while until Duncan decided they should save their strength then rested on the edge of the pool. Lying on their back, eyes closed, they knew they didn't have much time left until Rhiannon would have to face her mother.
Chapter 6
Duncan rolled on his side and placed his head on an arm. "What will you do?"
Rhiannon opened her eyes. "I need strength, strength I do not have."
Duncan rolled back and stared at the ceiling. He thought about everything that had happened and everything Rhiannon had told him. "Is there a way?" He asked, already knowing the answer.
"Yes."
Duncan sat up and sighed. "You need my strength, not my skill as a warrior but my strength."
"Yes."
He turned to her, "You need to 'Bind' me."
"Yes." Rhiannon sat up with tears in her eyes, "But I will not Bind you, you do not deserve that kind of life."
They sat there in silence, until Duncan stood up and walked back into their room. Rhiannon followed him in and closed the doorway behind her.
"Here, you can wear these." She said pointing to his bed, on which now laid a new set of clothes. For Duncan there was a vest with beautiful embroidery, the pattern consisted of various mythical figures intertwined with one another, a white pirate blouse, a pair of black leather pants and a pair of black leather boots, which reached up to his knees. They'd even left him a leather band to tie his hair with. As Duncan put his new clothes on he noticed they all fitted perfectly, as if someone had his exact measurements.
Rhiannon's new clothes were the same as Duncan's, but the pattern on her vest was different, hers consisted of a unicorn on the back and two doves on the front.
They dressed in silence.
Rhiannon walked to the window and climbed on the ledge, "Duncan?"
He walked up to her and leaned on wall next to her. "Yes Rhiannon?"
She turned her head and looked at him. "You once lived in a world like this one."
"A little like this, yes. Why?" Duncan absentmindedly stroked her back as he looked down at the people in the courtyard.
"No reason in particular. I am a little curious though. Much of what happened to you in these last weeks must seem very strange, and yet you seem to handle yourself very well."
Duncan looked at her and sighed. "Don't think I don't have questions Rhiannon, because I do, I have many questions. But," he looked down at the courtyard again; "this isn't the time or place to distract you with questions. You need to focus on tonight."
Rhiannon reached out and squeezed his arm. "Thank you." Suddenly she giggled.
"What?"
"Look!" Rhiannon pointed up, a few meters above them someone had opened a window and now a flock of multi-colored birds flew out. "Rennin is letting me know he still remembers me and that he accepts me as Queen."
"And you can tell that from a few birds?" Duncan said disbelievingly.
"Hmm-mm." Rhiannon nodded, laughing. "See that one?" She pointed out a beautiful red bird with blue streaks in its feathers. "Rennin showed me where they live, deep in the forest there is a waterfall, and at the top of that waterfall stands a lone tree, in that tree those birds nest. Once every century they all gather in that tree and choose a mate for life." She turned to Duncan, "Rennin said we were like those birds, not life-mates but life-friends."
"Ah. Correct me if I'm mistaken, but wasn't Rennin your teacher? And much older than you, the image of him I got from your memory was that he was at least Joe's age, maybe older."
Smiling Rhiannon jumped off the ledge and hopped on her bed. "Age, Duncan, holds little meaning for an Astarten. We do not judge someone by how many years he or she has lived, we see him or her for who they are. A person with experiences and thoughts unique in the world."
"Then why did you do that to Methos?" Duncan sat down next to her.
Rhiannon got to her knees. "It needed to be done, someone had to make him start thinking again." She reached out and touched Duncan's cheek, "Do not worry for your friend, he is quite capable in taking care of himself."
"I know, it's just...." Duncan sighed, "Let's just try to get some rest before dusk, we will need our strength."
Rhiannon nodded. "You are right." She paused and lowered her eyes. "Duncan?"
He looked at her and smiled. "You want me to hold you?"
"Yes."
Duncan lay down on the left side of Rhiannon's bed and opened his arms; she crawled up and snuggled up close to him.
"Thank you." She whispered.
"Anytime my Queen." He whispered back.
They lay there until someone knocked on the door and Tyra stepped in. "It is time, Princess."
Duncan and Rhiannon exchanged glances and Rhiannon smiled, "We will be all right Duncan, we will both sleep in peace tonight, no matter the outcome."
Duncan remained silent; he simply nodded.
The three of them walked through silent hallways passed closed doors not seeing a single person on their way to the throne room.
Tyra halted in front of two massive doors and gestured them to remain silent. "I will announce you, wait here." She disappeared through the doors.
"Rhiannon." Duncan grabbed her shoulder. "Are you sure everything will turn out okay?"
She looked up at him and smiled. "Yes I am certain. Do not worry."
The doors opened again and Tyra signaled them to come in.
The throne room was sparsely decorated, only a handful of ornaments placed on the walls, a deep blue carpet lead to the throne, which was quite plain, made of wood and no carvings. On it sat the person who was responsible for all that had happened.
Duncan studied her closely, she hadn't aged much from the memory he now had, her eyes were a deep blue, very similar to Tyra's eyes, but they missed her life. The Queen's eyes were dead; no emotion could be seen in them. Her auburn hair was simply combed back and fastened in a ponytail.
"Daughter." Her voice was ice cold.
"Mother." Rhiannon's voice matched her mother's. She bowed and gestured Duncan to come forward.
He walked up to Rhiannon and bowed for her mother. As he straightened he noticed someone standing in the shadows behind the Queen's throne. He glanced sideways at Rhiannon, she nodded slightly, indicating him she'd seen it too.
"The Oracle is waiting, Child."
"They will wait many more years for my arrival Mother."
Neither moved a muscle.
"Address me by my rightful title Child, I have not given you permission to do otherwise."
"I am Queen, Mother. We both know the truth, you may choose to deny your defeat, know this: I am and will always be Queen of Astarten."
Duncan slowly moved to the right, away from Rhiannon and closer to the figure in the shadows.
"Stop!"
Duncan froze.
"You are my daughter, my child. You will obey me!"
Duncan let out a silent prayer; relieved she didn't turn her attention to him. He was certain the figure posed a threat to both him as well as Rhiannon.
"Yes, you are my mother. No, I will not obey you." Rhiannon stepped forward, "It is time our people live in light again." She raised her hands and concentrated, a beam of purple light emanated from her hands and illuminated the entire throne room.
The figure that had stood safely in the shadows now backed away from the blinding light.
"Duncan! Do not let him get away!" Rhiannon ran up the steps leading up to the throne and raised her hands again. This time she placed them on her mothers face.
The Queen let out a cry and stood up, raised one hand and let Rhiannon fly backwards. "Fool! I am Queen! You will never defeat me." She stepped forward and followed her daughter, who lay unconscious on the floor.
Duncan raced after the stranger and tackled him. He wrestled him on his back and knocked him out with one blow. Duncan looked around for a rope to tie the stranger with.
"I will guard him. You need to fulfill your duty." Tyra knelt down and shooed him away.
Duncan stood up and looked around. Rhiannon lay on the floor, with her mother standing over her. A dark blue light begun to emanate from her hands and Duncan raced forwards. "Rhiannon!"
The Queen looked up and froze. "You, you...." She regained her posture, but too late. Duncan leaped forward and kicked her leg out from underneath her. She went down, letting out a cry. As soon as she hit the ground she rolled over and a beam of black light flew out of her hand, hitting Duncan and causing immense pain.
"Duncan!" Rhiannon opened her eyes just in time to see him getting hit by the light. She turned her gaze to her mother, who turned to her.
"Obey me!" She screamed.
"No." Rhiannon calmly replied.
Her mother closed her eyes and nodded. "So be it." She stepped back and held out her arms. "Hear me, this child dishonors me, she must be punished. Show your wrath, Astarte!"
A blinding white light entered the throne room. The Queen was engulfed, until she could no longer be seen.
Rhiannon ran to Duncan. "You need to get out! You will not survive this. Astarte will punish you as well." She tugged at his vest, wanting him to leave the room.
"No Rhiannon." He gently removed her hands from his vest. "You wanted me as your Warrior. You wanted me to protect you. Let me be what you want me to be. Bind me Rhiannon, you have my permission."
Rhiannon stared back in shock. "You do not know what you are saying." She whispered.
A cry emanated from the beam of light in the middle of the throne room, startling everyone.
"Rhiannon! Bind him! It is your only chance, for the both of you." Tyra shouted.
Rhiannon looked at her and saw her sister's love for her and nodded. "Duncan, give me your hand." He held it out. "Good, close your eyes and do not open them until I tell you too." He closed his eyes, as did she. Rhiannon concentrated on their hands, the skin touching. Through their touch she saw Duncan's past, all the people he'd loved and lost, all the people he'd fought, his entire life. Duncan saw Rhiannon's life, everyone and everything she'd ever known and loved. The exchange seemed to last forever.
"Child!" A voice as old as the world came from her mother's throat. "You have dishonored your people."
"No!" Duncan and Rhiannon spoke simultaneously. "We have not dishonored ourselves. Look into our hearts." They faced the Queen's form and opened their minds.
Astarte looked.
Duncan and Rhiannon quivered in pain.
Minutes passed. Tyra looked back and forth between her sister and mother. She was torn between her duty as Warrior and her love for her sister.
"They will die."
She looked down at the stranger, "How would you know?"
He just smiled.
Tyra picked him up and shook him. "How do you know that?"
"Think."
She fell silent, terror appearing on her face. "No...." Tyra turned and ran to her mother. She unsheathed her sword and plunged it deep into her mother's body.
Astarte screamed and turned to Tyra.
"Wait!" Tyra fell to her knees. "Astarte! Hear me! Your enemies are free!" She closed her eyes, ready to die.
Astarte fell silent.
Duncan lay on his back, relived the divine examination had ended, as he heard Tyra. He rolled over and nudged Rhiannon. "Come on, let's get up."
She looked at him, exhausted. "I do not think I can."
Duncan managed to get to his knees and looked down at the center of the room. "What happened?"
"She was judging us. I wonder what made her stop." Rhiannon rolled on her stomach and tried to get her knees under her.
"You mean she wasn't finished?" Duncan stared at her.
She shook her head, "No, it would have lasted a lot longer than it had."
"Child!" Astarte turned to Rhiannon. "Is this true?"
"Is what true Astarte?" Replied Rhiannon.
"Are my enemies free?"
Rhiannon looked at Duncan, who shrugged, then down at Tyra. "Tyra?"
Tyra looked up. "It's true Princess. They are free."
"Who told you this?"
Tyra turned and paled. "He's gone!" She ran up the steps and looked around frantically. "He can't have gotten far. Guards!" She rushed to the throne room doors and opened them "Guards!" She raced out.
Rhiannon was still trying to stand up, as was Duncan. Astarte looked at them and smiled. "Let me help you." She waved her hand and suddenly they found themselves sitting on the throne.
"Ehm... Could you move your hand?" Duncan whispered in Rhiannon's ear.
She looked at him and removed her hand. "Like this?"
"Yes, thank you." Duncan cleared his throat and looked up at Astarte. "Who is free?"
Astarte regarded the couple on the throne with amusement. "You have made the right choice Child, this Immortal is worthy."
Rhiannon looked down and blushed, causing Duncan to stare at her.
Laughing Astarte explained everything to Duncan. "My enemies are the six Immortals I imprisoned in the Black Forrest. When I ordered their capture I knew I had to install a way for them to regain their freedom. So I decided that a Human boy would be the only one with the power to free them. But only if it was his choice, if he understood exactly why they had been imprisoned." She sighed. "He chose. For better or worse, he chose. Now it is up to you my Child, to vanquish them and re-enter their Quickenings into the Game."
"Astarte?"
"Yes Rhiannon?"
"My mother? Is she...?" Rhiannon's voice faded.
Astarte walked up to them, knelt in front of them and took Rhiannon's hand. "Yes, Child. Your mother is gone. She could not remain here, seeing you and your sister being tormented by the entity controlling her body."
"But... She can come back. She can reclaim her rightful place amongst us." Rhiannon sounded much younger than her years and Duncan wrapped his arms around her.
"No, she wants me to tell you, you have done well. You are Queen now. Live and Love Child, you have my blessing."
Rhiannon burst out in tears and buried her head in Duncan's chest. He looked at Astarte and nodded. "I will help her for as long as she needs my help. You have my word."
Astarte smiled, "You have been Bonded Immortal, you have no choice in helping her. Soon you will feel what she feels, you will see what she sees. Your Bond can never be broken. Not without paying a terrible price on both sides that is."
He sighed. "I'm beginning to believe I never had a choice." He embraced Rhiannon a little closer. "I need to know...." He let his voice fade, hoping Astarte would understand.
She stood up and placed a hand on his forehead, "Yes, you need to know. See."
Duncan closed his eyes.
Duncan and Rhiannon decided to have an early night, or rather, Duncan decided. Rhiannon tried to object, claiming she wasn't tired at all even though she stifled a yawn, but Duncan wouldn't hear of it.
"Duncan?" Rhiannon sat up and peered into the dark in the direction she knew Duncan's bed to be.
"Yes?" Duncan laid an arm over his face; he really wasn't in the mood for another round of 'being Rhiannon' as he called her constant innuendos.
"I cannot sleep."
Her voice sounded more childlike than he'd ever heard. He immediately gave her his full attention. "Why not?"
He heard a sigh coming from her direction. "I do not know." She paused for a second, and then asked in a small voice, "May I lie next to you? I need your presence near, my Warrior." There was no mirth in her voice at all.
Duncan sat up. "Are you having nightmares?"
Rhiannon stood up and slowly walked to Duncan's bed. "No. I just need you near me." She sighed. "Duncan, I can feel you are not up to more information about my... quirks." This last word was spoken with an amused undertone. "So I will be as clear as I can; your presence prevents my enemies from finding me in my dreams. Normally I can deal with enemy dream walkers, but I still haven't completely recovered from their last attack."
Duncan looked up at her dark figure and tried to make sense of what she'd just told him. "But, if you can handle them, then why did they succeed in their last attack?" He sat up and held the covers up for Rhiannon to crawl under.
"They used someone I believed lost. It was quite a shock seeing her there." She snuggled up to Duncan and laid her head on his chest. "He will not hurt me again."
Duncan squeezed her a little. "No he won't." Then he thought of something. "Did they use Emer?" He asked her.
"Yes." Rhiannon buried her head in his chest, "Mama's punishment caused her soul to leave her body. I sat in her tomb for days, trying to find her, so I could guide her back, but I could not find a trace of her. Not even the Oracle could find her." She lifted her head a little, "We will talk tomorrow Duncan, I promise. It is time you know everything."
Duncan said nothing, he just nodded his head, knowing she'd feel it and tried to get some sleep.
The next morning Rhiannon made them breakfast, surprising Duncan with her cooking, and sat him down on the couch. She looked at him for a moment, sighed and sat down on next to him. "I've been trying to find a way to ease you into my world, but there is none. You already have many questions, I will try to answer them all." She stood up, walked to the window and turned back to Duncan. "I am Rhiannon, Queen of Astarte." She paused a moment and saw the question appear on Duncan's face. "I knew you would recognize that name and you are right; the Humans considered our first Queen a Goddess. This, of course, is not true. We are not Gods nor are we all-powerful. We have abilities the Humans do not have, not yet. They too will one day have these abilities, but they have much to accomplish before then. My people have been their counselors, priests, advisers and from the reign of our first Queen Astarte. She understood the differences between Humans and Astartens very well. She also saw the greatness in the Humans." Rhiannon turned and looked out the window. "We have always co-existed in peace and understanding. Only a chosen few knew of our true nature. I have told you that our two people knew one another once." She turned around and sat down next to Duncan. "You were our Warriors, our Shields, all of you. When an Astarten turned sixteen, he or she would Bind an Immortal so that Immortal could teach them the way of the world, once the Teacher felt the Student had progressed enough, they would leave the comfort and safety of the city and venture out into the world, helping people whenever they could, protecting villages from danger. Astarte knew the relationship between Immortals and her people would be a fertile one. The bond between our two people existed for eons." She stopped and looked Duncan in the eye. "We were magnificent. The world thrived under our joined guidance. Then, suddenly, a few Immortals decided they were not treated with the respect they thought they deserved. They're requests for binding had been denied several times, the council believed them too young, but they did not agree with them. When they called upon their Kin to raise arms and strike us down, they said we were not their friends but enemies, saying we were after world domination. No one believed them at first, but the seed of doubt had been planted. The council decided that the six Immortals responsible would be imprisoned in the Black Forrest for the rest of their natural life and that only one person would ever be able to set them free. No one knows how it is or when he or she will be born, all we know is that it will be a Human, that is why we've guarded the Black Forrest ever since." She stopped and leaned back. "Could I have a glass of water please?"
"... Sure." Duncan walked into the kitchen and pondered on what Rhiannon just told him. It all sounded too much like a fairytale, but there was something in her eyes and posture that told him she wasn't lying. But still, a union between Immortals and Astarten, whatever they are.... He turned and looked at Rhiannon, she had closed her eyes, and just as he started to walk towards her; the windows shattered, people jumped in, they came from the fire-escape, the elevator, everywhere. Duncan automatically reached for his sword, only to realize that it was still in his coat. One of the attackers lunged at him, but Duncan blocked his blow and punched the man in his stomach. He turned to the other attackers, ready for battle.
"Duncan!"
He looked in her direction and saw Rhiannon being attacked by three men, one held her down, while the other two hit her wherever they could. Duncan rushed over, but was stopped. Someone shot him, a clean shot through the heart; Duncan was dead before he hit the ground.
"Duncan?"
The first gasp of air always hurt, always. Duncan opened his eyes and saw Rhiannon huddled over him, touching is face.
"Where are we?" Duncan sat up and looked around.
"Home." Rhiannon stood up and walked to the only window, motioning him to join her.
"Home?" Duncan followed her and stood behind her. He was amazed by what he saw; below the window lay the inner court of a castle, various buildings huddled together within thick walls. The enormous gates were just being opened and Duncan could see people standing on the other side, waiting to be let in so they could sell their goods on the market square, which was just below their window. To the left he could see the smith's workshop; the stables and what seemed to be a temple.
"What is this place?" Duncan looked down at Rhiannon, only to find her crying. He touched her face. "What's wrong?"
She looked up and smiled, "I did not know how much I have missed my home until I saw it again." She gestured down, "These are my people Duncan, this is home."
"But, where is this? I don't recognize the landscape or the clothes."
"Remember what I told you earlier?"
"Yes."
"The turmoil caused our presence to be known to the Humans, the ones who knew of us tried to calm the fear that surfaced when the Humans realized they were not alone, and that we were more like the gods than mortals. Many decided we were a threat and formed raiding parties. Queen Astarte tried her best to calm everyone but to no avail. The Humans came to our cities and destroyed them; some Astartens were killed during the raids, shocking us to the core. We had always believed Death was a personal choice, now we saw that someone else could make that choice for you. I myself believed Death was my choice," She turned to look out the window, "but the elderly couple in the 'hospital' showed me that it is not."
Suddenly there was a knock on the door and someone came in.
Rhiannon stepped forward and bowed her head. "Warrior."
The warrior knelt and bowed her head in return. "Princess."
Smiling Rhiannon stepped forward and lifted the Warrior's head. "You know I am Queen, why do you still not address me by my rightful title?"
Duncan walked up to Rhiannon and studied the Warrior. She wore a dark blue ensemble; sturdy boots, a knee-high skirt and a tunic. She had dark blue eyes and black hair. Her features reminded Duncan of Rhiannon and gave Rhiannon a questioning stare.
Rhiannon noticed Duncan's stare and nodded. "Yes Duncan. This is my sister, she was chosen to be Mother's Warrior at birth, as I was chosen to be mother's successor." Rhiannon looked down at the Warrior. "You may rise."
"Warrior; this is my Shield, Duncan MacLeod of the clan MacLeod. You will treat him with the respect he deserves. He is also an Immortal."
The warrior's face paled and her eyes widened. "You, you...." She turned to Rhiannon. "How dare you! Bringing that... thing here!" She stopped and staggered back, holding her cheek a dark red imprint of Rhiannon's hand already appearing.
"How dare I? It is my right! I am your Queen, Tyra. Never forget your place in my presence again. I may have been lenient in the past; never again will you address me in that tone of voice again. Am I understood?"
Duncan watched Rhiannon with amazement; Her eyes burned with a fire so intense Duncan was a little relieved her rage was not directed at him.
The warrior regained her posture and nodded. "I will not forget my place again Princess, forgive me." She knelt and lowered her head, leaving her neck exposed to Rhiannon.
Rhiannon looked down at her sister and smiled. "You still do not accept me as your Queen. Your loyalty to our Mother is admirable, though misplaced. Rise my Sister and tell us, why are you here?"
Tyra looked up, her face blank, but her eyes showed her pain. "Mother's spies found you and she ordered your capture so she could punish you herself."
"Punish me...." Rhiannon turned away from the Warrior and Duncan, walked to the window and looked out. "She knows she has no right to judge me and still she proceeds to do so." She sighed. "Oh Mother, why?"
Duncan and Tyra exchanged glances, Duncan nodded and Tyra walked up to Rhiannon and placed a hand on her shoulder. "I don't know sister, although I cannot help you in your quest to overthrow my Queen I do share your concern for her sanity."
Rhiannon turned and looked her sister in the eye. "Thank you." She whispered, then took a step back. "When?"
"At dusk."
"That is not for seven hours, until then I want to be left alone with my Warrior." She gestured at Duncan. "Make sure we are not disturbed, a last request from a sister to a sister."
Tyra nodded and walked to the door, "I promise Princess, you will not be disturbed." She turned and looked at Rhiannon, whispered; "I Love you." And left; locking the door behind her.
Duncan sat down on one of the beds, "So, that was your sister. Any more family you haven't told me about?"
Laughing Rhiannon sat down on the opposite bed. "My family is quite extensive Duncan, it would take days to name them all." Sobering Rhiannon said, "We don't have much time."
Duncan leaned forward, "What will she do?"
"She won't kill me, if that is your concern. No, she will impose her earlier command. I will have to submit myself to the Oracle." Rhiannon shivered. "And that is something I will never do."
"What is so terrible about that?"
"The Oracle is a group of people who See. To See they need energy, energy I have. Every two thousand years a member of the Royal family is sent to provide energy, then the next person is sent. My predecessor was sent ten years ago; therefore I will not go. If he had been sent two thousand years ago I would go, but that is not the case." Rhiannon stood up and walked to the door, "Mother knows this but still...."
Duncan thought about this, "How can she force you to do something you don't want to do? I mean, you seem to be able to stand up to her. So why do you need me?"
She sat down with her back against the door. "That memory I shared with you, that should tell you how."
"It gives me an idea yes." Duncan nodded. "But you are not that little girl anymore, you must have grown stronger since."
"I have, not strong enough though." Rhiannon stood up and wiped her hands on her pants. "I need to bathe, and so do you my Warrior."
"Such subtlety, just say it; we stink." Duncan said with a smile. "How do you expect to bathe? There's no sink here, or another door." He said looking around the room.
"That is where you are mistaken. Look." Rhiannon walked to the left corner and moved her hand in front of an ornament imbedded in the wall. Slowly a doorway appeared.
Duncan was amazed and walked over. "How does this work?" He asked, examining the doorway.
"Would you believe me if I say Magic?" Asked Rhiannon in an amused tone of voice.
Duncan looked at her and shook his head.
She shrugged, "I do not know, it has always been this way and I have been too young to wonder." Rhiannon walked through the doorway, "Come on, you will like this."
Smiling Duncan followed her, she sounded like a child again. As soon as he stepped through the doorway he found himself in an immense cavern. A platform stretched several meters to both sides; small steps had been carved out to allow easy access into the water. Duncan heard a splash and saw Rhiannon swimming to the center of the cavern. He looked around for her clothes and saw them lying in a muddle on the floor to his right. Shaking his head Duncan removed his clothes, keeping his underwear on. Although Rhiannon may be at ease with nudity, Duncan reminded himself of the fact that she was still, in many ways, a child. He jumped into the cool, refreshing water and swam towards Rhiannon.
"Hmmm...." Rhiannon floated on her back, eyes closed.
"Where does all this water come from?" Queried Duncan, he'd noticed a faint flow.
"Hmmm?" Rhiannon opened her eyes. "Duncan, stop with these questions. Accept what is here. Enjoy and save your strength for later." She giggled. "Why do you wear that?" And pointed downward.
"To protect your innocence." Answered Duncan, causing Rhiannon to go into a fit, almost drowning her. He quickly grabbed her arms and held her up.
Coughing she surfaced. "Thank you." Rhiannon wiped her hair out of her face and smiled. "Astartens bathe together from birth, you are not the first man I've seen naked... almost naked." She giggled again.
Duncan let her go and swam to one of the steps, but before he could reach it he was pulled under. He turned and reached out but Rhiannon was already out of reach. He surfaced and looked around; she was heading for the center, Duncan took a deep breath and dove under.
Rhiannon stopped in the center of the pool and looked around, "Duncan?" There was no sign of him. She carefully moved forward and called him again.
Duncan looked up at her figure, which was clearly visible in the water. He moved closer and touched her foot. She jolted it up and took off.
They played for a while until Duncan decided they should save their strength then rested on the edge of the pool. Lying on their back, eyes closed, they knew they didn't have much time left until Rhiannon would have to face her mother.
Chapter 6
Duncan rolled on his side and placed his head on an arm. "What will you do?"
Rhiannon opened her eyes. "I need strength, strength I do not have."
Duncan rolled back and stared at the ceiling. He thought about everything that had happened and everything Rhiannon had told him. "Is there a way?" He asked, already knowing the answer.
"Yes."
Duncan sat up and sighed. "You need my strength, not my skill as a warrior but my strength."
"Yes."
He turned to her, "You need to 'Bind' me."
"Yes." Rhiannon sat up with tears in her eyes, "But I will not Bind you, you do not deserve that kind of life."
They sat there in silence, until Duncan stood up and walked back into their room. Rhiannon followed him in and closed the doorway behind her.
"Here, you can wear these." She said pointing to his bed, on which now laid a new set of clothes. For Duncan there was a vest with beautiful embroidery, the pattern consisted of various mythical figures intertwined with one another, a white pirate blouse, a pair of black leather pants and a pair of black leather boots, which reached up to his knees. They'd even left him a leather band to tie his hair with. As Duncan put his new clothes on he noticed they all fitted perfectly, as if someone had his exact measurements.
Rhiannon's new clothes were the same as Duncan's, but the pattern on her vest was different, hers consisted of a unicorn on the back and two doves on the front.
They dressed in silence.
Rhiannon walked to the window and climbed on the ledge, "Duncan?"
He walked up to her and leaned on wall next to her. "Yes Rhiannon?"
She turned her head and looked at him. "You once lived in a world like this one."
"A little like this, yes. Why?" Duncan absentmindedly stroked her back as he looked down at the people in the courtyard.
"No reason in particular. I am a little curious though. Much of what happened to you in these last weeks must seem very strange, and yet you seem to handle yourself very well."
Duncan looked at her and sighed. "Don't think I don't have questions Rhiannon, because I do, I have many questions. But," he looked down at the courtyard again; "this isn't the time or place to distract you with questions. You need to focus on tonight."
Rhiannon reached out and squeezed his arm. "Thank you." Suddenly she giggled.
"What?"
"Look!" Rhiannon pointed up, a few meters above them someone had opened a window and now a flock of multi-colored birds flew out. "Rennin is letting me know he still remembers me and that he accepts me as Queen."
"And you can tell that from a few birds?" Duncan said disbelievingly.
"Hmm-mm." Rhiannon nodded, laughing. "See that one?" She pointed out a beautiful red bird with blue streaks in its feathers. "Rennin showed me where they live, deep in the forest there is a waterfall, and at the top of that waterfall stands a lone tree, in that tree those birds nest. Once every century they all gather in that tree and choose a mate for life." She turned to Duncan, "Rennin said we were like those birds, not life-mates but life-friends."
"Ah. Correct me if I'm mistaken, but wasn't Rennin your teacher? And much older than you, the image of him I got from your memory was that he was at least Joe's age, maybe older."
Smiling Rhiannon jumped off the ledge and hopped on her bed. "Age, Duncan, holds little meaning for an Astarten. We do not judge someone by how many years he or she has lived, we see him or her for who they are. A person with experiences and thoughts unique in the world."
"Then why did you do that to Methos?" Duncan sat down next to her.
Rhiannon got to her knees. "It needed to be done, someone had to make him start thinking again." She reached out and touched Duncan's cheek, "Do not worry for your friend, he is quite capable in taking care of himself."
"I know, it's just...." Duncan sighed, "Let's just try to get some rest before dusk, we will need our strength."
Rhiannon nodded. "You are right." She paused and lowered her eyes. "Duncan?"
He looked at her and smiled. "You want me to hold you?"
"Yes."
Duncan lay down on the left side of Rhiannon's bed and opened his arms; she crawled up and snuggled up close to him.
"Thank you." She whispered.
"Anytime my Queen." He whispered back.
They lay there until someone knocked on the door and Tyra stepped in. "It is time, Princess."
Duncan and Rhiannon exchanged glances and Rhiannon smiled, "We will be all right Duncan, we will both sleep in peace tonight, no matter the outcome."
Duncan remained silent; he simply nodded.
The three of them walked through silent hallways passed closed doors not seeing a single person on their way to the throne room.
Tyra halted in front of two massive doors and gestured them to remain silent. "I will announce you, wait here." She disappeared through the doors.
"Rhiannon." Duncan grabbed her shoulder. "Are you sure everything will turn out okay?"
She looked up at him and smiled. "Yes I am certain. Do not worry."
The doors opened again and Tyra signaled them to come in.
The throne room was sparsely decorated, only a handful of ornaments placed on the walls, a deep blue carpet lead to the throne, which was quite plain, made of wood and no carvings. On it sat the person who was responsible for all that had happened.
Duncan studied her closely, she hadn't aged much from the memory he now had, her eyes were a deep blue, very similar to Tyra's eyes, but they missed her life. The Queen's eyes were dead; no emotion could be seen in them. Her auburn hair was simply combed back and fastened in a ponytail.
"Daughter." Her voice was ice cold.
"Mother." Rhiannon's voice matched her mother's. She bowed and gestured Duncan to come forward.
He walked up to Rhiannon and bowed for her mother. As he straightened he noticed someone standing in the shadows behind the Queen's throne. He glanced sideways at Rhiannon, she nodded slightly, indicating him she'd seen it too.
"The Oracle is waiting, Child."
"They will wait many more years for my arrival Mother."
Neither moved a muscle.
"Address me by my rightful title Child, I have not given you permission to do otherwise."
"I am Queen, Mother. We both know the truth, you may choose to deny your defeat, know this: I am and will always be Queen of Astarten."
Duncan slowly moved to the right, away from Rhiannon and closer to the figure in the shadows.
"Stop!"
Duncan froze.
"You are my daughter, my child. You will obey me!"
Duncan let out a silent prayer; relieved she didn't turn her attention to him. He was certain the figure posed a threat to both him as well as Rhiannon.
"Yes, you are my mother. No, I will not obey you." Rhiannon stepped forward, "It is time our people live in light again." She raised her hands and concentrated, a beam of purple light emanated from her hands and illuminated the entire throne room.
The figure that had stood safely in the shadows now backed away from the blinding light.
"Duncan! Do not let him get away!" Rhiannon ran up the steps leading up to the throne and raised her hands again. This time she placed them on her mothers face.
The Queen let out a cry and stood up, raised one hand and let Rhiannon fly backwards. "Fool! I am Queen! You will never defeat me." She stepped forward and followed her daughter, who lay unconscious on the floor.
Duncan raced after the stranger and tackled him. He wrestled him on his back and knocked him out with one blow. Duncan looked around for a rope to tie the stranger with.
"I will guard him. You need to fulfill your duty." Tyra knelt down and shooed him away.
Duncan stood up and looked around. Rhiannon lay on the floor, with her mother standing over her. A dark blue light begun to emanate from her hands and Duncan raced forwards. "Rhiannon!"
The Queen looked up and froze. "You, you...." She regained her posture, but too late. Duncan leaped forward and kicked her leg out from underneath her. She went down, letting out a cry. As soon as she hit the ground she rolled over and a beam of black light flew out of her hand, hitting Duncan and causing immense pain.
"Duncan!" Rhiannon opened her eyes just in time to see him getting hit by the light. She turned her gaze to her mother, who turned to her.
"Obey me!" She screamed.
"No." Rhiannon calmly replied.
Her mother closed her eyes and nodded. "So be it." She stepped back and held out her arms. "Hear me, this child dishonors me, she must be punished. Show your wrath, Astarte!"
A blinding white light entered the throne room. The Queen was engulfed, until she could no longer be seen.
Rhiannon ran to Duncan. "You need to get out! You will not survive this. Astarte will punish you as well." She tugged at his vest, wanting him to leave the room.
"No Rhiannon." He gently removed her hands from his vest. "You wanted me as your Warrior. You wanted me to protect you. Let me be what you want me to be. Bind me Rhiannon, you have my permission."
Rhiannon stared back in shock. "You do not know what you are saying." She whispered.
A cry emanated from the beam of light in the middle of the throne room, startling everyone.
"Rhiannon! Bind him! It is your only chance, for the both of you." Tyra shouted.
Rhiannon looked at her and saw her sister's love for her and nodded. "Duncan, give me your hand." He held it out. "Good, close your eyes and do not open them until I tell you too." He closed his eyes, as did she. Rhiannon concentrated on their hands, the skin touching. Through their touch she saw Duncan's past, all the people he'd loved and lost, all the people he'd fought, his entire life. Duncan saw Rhiannon's life, everyone and everything she'd ever known and loved. The exchange seemed to last forever.
"Child!" A voice as old as the world came from her mother's throat. "You have dishonored your people."
"No!" Duncan and Rhiannon spoke simultaneously. "We have not dishonored ourselves. Look into our hearts." They faced the Queen's form and opened their minds.
Astarte looked.
Duncan and Rhiannon quivered in pain.
Minutes passed. Tyra looked back and forth between her sister and mother. She was torn between her duty as Warrior and her love for her sister.
"They will die."
She looked down at the stranger, "How would you know?"
He just smiled.
Tyra picked him up and shook him. "How do you know that?"
"Think."
She fell silent, terror appearing on her face. "No...." Tyra turned and ran to her mother. She unsheathed her sword and plunged it deep into her mother's body.
Astarte screamed and turned to Tyra.
"Wait!" Tyra fell to her knees. "Astarte! Hear me! Your enemies are free!" She closed her eyes, ready to die.
Astarte fell silent.
Duncan lay on his back, relived the divine examination had ended, as he heard Tyra. He rolled over and nudged Rhiannon. "Come on, let's get up."
She looked at him, exhausted. "I do not think I can."
Duncan managed to get to his knees and looked down at the center of the room. "What happened?"
"She was judging us. I wonder what made her stop." Rhiannon rolled on her stomach and tried to get her knees under her.
"You mean she wasn't finished?" Duncan stared at her.
She shook her head, "No, it would have lasted a lot longer than it had."
"Child!" Astarte turned to Rhiannon. "Is this true?"
"Is what true Astarte?" Replied Rhiannon.
"Are my enemies free?"
Rhiannon looked at Duncan, who shrugged, then down at Tyra. "Tyra?"
Tyra looked up. "It's true Princess. They are free."
"Who told you this?"
Tyra turned and paled. "He's gone!" She ran up the steps and looked around frantically. "He can't have gotten far. Guards!" She rushed to the throne room doors and opened them "Guards!" She raced out.
Rhiannon was still trying to stand up, as was Duncan. Astarte looked at them and smiled. "Let me help you." She waved her hand and suddenly they found themselves sitting on the throne.
"Ehm... Could you move your hand?" Duncan whispered in Rhiannon's ear.
She looked at him and removed her hand. "Like this?"
"Yes, thank you." Duncan cleared his throat and looked up at Astarte. "Who is free?"
Astarte regarded the couple on the throne with amusement. "You have made the right choice Child, this Immortal is worthy."
Rhiannon looked down and blushed, causing Duncan to stare at her.
Laughing Astarte explained everything to Duncan. "My enemies are the six Immortals I imprisoned in the Black Forrest. When I ordered their capture I knew I had to install a way for them to regain their freedom. So I decided that a Human boy would be the only one with the power to free them. But only if it was his choice, if he understood exactly why they had been imprisoned." She sighed. "He chose. For better or worse, he chose. Now it is up to you my Child, to vanquish them and re-enter their Quickenings into the Game."
"Astarte?"
"Yes Rhiannon?"
"My mother? Is she...?" Rhiannon's voice faded.
Astarte walked up to them, knelt in front of them and took Rhiannon's hand. "Yes, Child. Your mother is gone. She could not remain here, seeing you and your sister being tormented by the entity controlling her body."
"But... She can come back. She can reclaim her rightful place amongst us." Rhiannon sounded much younger than her years and Duncan wrapped his arms around her.
"No, she wants me to tell you, you have done well. You are Queen now. Live and Love Child, you have my blessing."
Rhiannon burst out in tears and buried her head in Duncan's chest. He looked at Astarte and nodded. "I will help her for as long as she needs my help. You have my word."
Astarte smiled, "You have been Bonded Immortal, you have no choice in helping her. Soon you will feel what she feels, you will see what she sees. Your Bond can never be broken. Not without paying a terrible price on both sides that is."
He sighed. "I'm beginning to believe I never had a choice." He embraced Rhiannon a little closer. "I need to know...." He let his voice fade, hoping Astarte would understand.
She stood up and placed a hand on his forehead, "Yes, you need to know. See."
Duncan closed his eyes.
