A/N: One review and I write a new one. I guess you could say this is for
Amanda M. Yes, I have the first 5 chaps or so on stars-hollow.net. I've
sent the next seventeen in, and I'll wait for it to post before I send her
this one. ^_^ anyways, to your questions, I will answer them if you talk
to me on AIM. It's a very confusing story, but many Sci-Fi s tend to be
that way until the last chapter or so. My problem is that the ending I'm
working towards keeps changing, thus making it very confusing. I tried to
review once, and the story blew up, and people stopped reading. Thus I
won't review again for a few months. I'll just finish this book, now that
I've decided where it's going. Rory has her own decisions to make, as
you'll see.
Chapter 18-Decisions
Rory sat bolt upright, her body sheening with sweat. She'd been waking up like this since she'd seen Tristan. Clias had said she was not to see him, as he was human. Rory had had some stinging retorts, but she seemed to be wrong. If she killed herself to be near Tristan, than so be it. She knew she didn't want to be queen of this planet. There were too many problems to solve.
What she wanted was to go back to her dreams of Chilton. Work towards going to Harvard, and getting closer to her career. But that seemed nearly impossible. Unless she ignored all of these people, and went home, where murderous government officials wanted her dead, what could she do? Run from who they accused her to be?
A burst of inspiration came to her. Lorelai would have a fun time yelling these people into submission. Why not just have her and Luke proclaimed royalty, and let Clias deal with her mother?
Tristan sat, his head leaning against the wall. Rory's training was almost done, he comforted himself with that. That was all he needed. And if Koriya tried to separate them, he knew Rory wouldn't tolerate it. And that was all that mattered.
~~~
Milchemah watched Rory intently. What she decided would either complicate or simplify his task.
"Sire?"
Milchemah turned to eye the trembling messenger. "Well?"
The man shuddered. "Your-son has awakened."
Milchemah smiled. "A pleasant turn of events." From the messenger's wince, he could tell his sentiment wasn't shared.
"Take me to him."
Inside a cage with glass walls, a large black shadow covered the ground. When Milchemah entered, The shadow solidified into his 'son.' The creature was closer to a pet, though to those outside this planet, he was Milchemah's son.
The youth was about six feet, his black hair a messy mop of ebony. His ivory skin would give him an innocent appearance if it weren't for his piercing emerald eyes, which bored into Milchemah. "What do you want mortal?"
Milchemah bowed deeply before his 'son.' "My lord, I am most honored that you have spoken to me-"
The boy's skinny arm was much stronger than appearances would perceive. "I did not summon you to hear you gush praise that you in no way mean."
Milchemah nodded mutely, holding his neatly crushed shoulder, through an extreme effort not screaming for his guards to kill this beast that had harmed him.
The boy tired of his form, and reverted to his shadowy form, which terrified Milchemah, as both of them knew. Sweeping over the man who called himself master, the shadow's passing spread needles of agony across the old man's flesh. Milchemah screamed as the needles pierced his wounded shoulder. The boy smiled. "Now that you have been taught respect again, let's discuss your ridiculous wedding arrangements."
Milchemah nodded, forcing himself to sit upright, biting his lip so hard it bled.
The boy laughed at him without a movement, just a smirk. "You want me to marry the princess of Niens. Why the hell would I do that?"
Milchemah shot backwards. "But-she is the-she's being trained! Even you know that, Xantis."
Xantis laughed. "You truly are an imbecile old man, aren't you? She has a choice in the matter. Or maybe you chose to forget that part."
Milchemah turned red, whether from embarassment or rage, it was hard to tell. "But she doesn't know that yet, and if she learns under your tutelage-"
Xantis slammed him against the far wall. "Out of my room, fool. I intend to sleep more before I reap the idiocy you've sown."
Milchemah bowed, and ran from the room.
Xantis laughed. "Rory dear, you will die in training if your decisions are post poned."
~~~
Rory was covered with sweat again, but it was with the effort of holding Clias against the wall kinetically. Clias was furiously hurling spells at her. And the spells were indeed working, making her feel exhausted. Rory forced herself to think of Tristan, not of this horrible woman who never held back when fighting her.
Clias abruptly stopped. "Release me, Lorelai."
Rory did so, surprised.
Clias brushed her robes. "Your training is complete. Koriya will test you in the morning, and we will be done."
Rory blinked. "But am I not to train with her for several months first?"
Clias looked at her, as if incomprehending. Then she threw her head back and cackled. When she'd recovered, she smiled at Rory. "Of course, little girl. Of course."
Rory was very confused.
Tristan blinked. "So she said Koriya would only test you tomorrow morning, and then claimed you'd be training several months?"
Rory nodded. "Did she mean I would be tested before leaving, or that the test was all my training remaining?"
Tristan shrugged, but hugged Rory to himself, kissing the top of her head. "We'll figure it out, Ror."
Rory's lip trembled, but she didn't tell him how scared she was of tomorrow. "Tris?"
Tristan, smiling, looked down at her. "What is it, my sweet?" he said, impersonating Romeo perfectly again.
Rory sighed, leaning herself against him. "Can you just hold me, tonight?"
Tristan beamed. "Nothing would please me more, Ror. Nothing."
Tristan gently laid her down, and she curled up against him. Tristan gave her a gentle back rub until she fell asleep. He wrapped her in his arms, and fell asleep with a smile gracing his face.
A/N: I thought that they should celebrate that her training's over. A nice ending to book two, don't you think? *winces* if only I didn't have to write Rory's testing. *sighs* Nothing is ever easy. As always, reviews equals chapters. Hope you've enjoyed your chapter, Mandy. Oh, and the intro of Xantis is to someone else as to why Rory isn't marrying him. Besides, do you see Kat wanting anyone else besides herself working for Xantis? Hope you've enjoyed that, CoffeeObsessed.
Chapter 18-Decisions
Rory sat bolt upright, her body sheening with sweat. She'd been waking up like this since she'd seen Tristan. Clias had said she was not to see him, as he was human. Rory had had some stinging retorts, but she seemed to be wrong. If she killed herself to be near Tristan, than so be it. She knew she didn't want to be queen of this planet. There were too many problems to solve.
What she wanted was to go back to her dreams of Chilton. Work towards going to Harvard, and getting closer to her career. But that seemed nearly impossible. Unless she ignored all of these people, and went home, where murderous government officials wanted her dead, what could she do? Run from who they accused her to be?
A burst of inspiration came to her. Lorelai would have a fun time yelling these people into submission. Why not just have her and Luke proclaimed royalty, and let Clias deal with her mother?
Tristan sat, his head leaning against the wall. Rory's training was almost done, he comforted himself with that. That was all he needed. And if Koriya tried to separate them, he knew Rory wouldn't tolerate it. And that was all that mattered.
~~~
Milchemah watched Rory intently. What she decided would either complicate or simplify his task.
"Sire?"
Milchemah turned to eye the trembling messenger. "Well?"
The man shuddered. "Your-son has awakened."
Milchemah smiled. "A pleasant turn of events." From the messenger's wince, he could tell his sentiment wasn't shared.
"Take me to him."
Inside a cage with glass walls, a large black shadow covered the ground. When Milchemah entered, The shadow solidified into his 'son.' The creature was closer to a pet, though to those outside this planet, he was Milchemah's son.
The youth was about six feet, his black hair a messy mop of ebony. His ivory skin would give him an innocent appearance if it weren't for his piercing emerald eyes, which bored into Milchemah. "What do you want mortal?"
Milchemah bowed deeply before his 'son.' "My lord, I am most honored that you have spoken to me-"
The boy's skinny arm was much stronger than appearances would perceive. "I did not summon you to hear you gush praise that you in no way mean."
Milchemah nodded mutely, holding his neatly crushed shoulder, through an extreme effort not screaming for his guards to kill this beast that had harmed him.
The boy tired of his form, and reverted to his shadowy form, which terrified Milchemah, as both of them knew. Sweeping over the man who called himself master, the shadow's passing spread needles of agony across the old man's flesh. Milchemah screamed as the needles pierced his wounded shoulder. The boy smiled. "Now that you have been taught respect again, let's discuss your ridiculous wedding arrangements."
Milchemah nodded, forcing himself to sit upright, biting his lip so hard it bled.
The boy laughed at him without a movement, just a smirk. "You want me to marry the princess of Niens. Why the hell would I do that?"
Milchemah shot backwards. "But-she is the-she's being trained! Even you know that, Xantis."
Xantis laughed. "You truly are an imbecile old man, aren't you? She has a choice in the matter. Or maybe you chose to forget that part."
Milchemah turned red, whether from embarassment or rage, it was hard to tell. "But she doesn't know that yet, and if she learns under your tutelage-"
Xantis slammed him against the far wall. "Out of my room, fool. I intend to sleep more before I reap the idiocy you've sown."
Milchemah bowed, and ran from the room.
Xantis laughed. "Rory dear, you will die in training if your decisions are post poned."
~~~
Rory was covered with sweat again, but it was with the effort of holding Clias against the wall kinetically. Clias was furiously hurling spells at her. And the spells were indeed working, making her feel exhausted. Rory forced herself to think of Tristan, not of this horrible woman who never held back when fighting her.
Clias abruptly stopped. "Release me, Lorelai."
Rory did so, surprised.
Clias brushed her robes. "Your training is complete. Koriya will test you in the morning, and we will be done."
Rory blinked. "But am I not to train with her for several months first?"
Clias looked at her, as if incomprehending. Then she threw her head back and cackled. When she'd recovered, she smiled at Rory. "Of course, little girl. Of course."
Rory was very confused.
Tristan blinked. "So she said Koriya would only test you tomorrow morning, and then claimed you'd be training several months?"
Rory nodded. "Did she mean I would be tested before leaving, or that the test was all my training remaining?"
Tristan shrugged, but hugged Rory to himself, kissing the top of her head. "We'll figure it out, Ror."
Rory's lip trembled, but she didn't tell him how scared she was of tomorrow. "Tris?"
Tristan, smiling, looked down at her. "What is it, my sweet?" he said, impersonating Romeo perfectly again.
Rory sighed, leaning herself against him. "Can you just hold me, tonight?"
Tristan beamed. "Nothing would please me more, Ror. Nothing."
Tristan gently laid her down, and she curled up against him. Tristan gave her a gentle back rub until she fell asleep. He wrapped her in his arms, and fell asleep with a smile gracing his face.
A/N: I thought that they should celebrate that her training's over. A nice ending to book two, don't you think? *winces* if only I didn't have to write Rory's testing. *sighs* Nothing is ever easy. As always, reviews equals chapters. Hope you've enjoyed your chapter, Mandy. Oh, and the intro of Xantis is to someone else as to why Rory isn't marrying him. Besides, do you see Kat wanting anyone else besides herself working for Xantis? Hope you've enjoyed that, CoffeeObsessed.