Chapter 12
The mists flashed again and the redhead appeared once more. She walked up to a large castle, stopping as she saw a servant approaching her.
" 'Ello. What can I do for you?" The servant greeted.
"I'm here to see the king." Kiara replied coolly.
The servant looked at her for a moment, as if judging her seriousness, then laughed aloud.
Irritated that the servant dared to laugh at her, Kiara grew angry.
"If you do not let me see the king, I will cause a great catastrophe," Kiara threatened.
"Oh really. And what can ya do then," The servant asked in mock fright.
"Kill him," Kiara replied, narrowing her eyes.
The servant took a step back from her. Kiara continued to stare at the woman, wracking her nerves and causing the servant to tremble. Her ice blue eyes sent the message that she was serious.
"Let m...me just get him then," The servant stuttered and turned to flee.
Kiara's lips curved upward in a small smile. She was pleased that her threat had been taken seriously. It was about time people realized that she wasn't just some child, but that she was powerful. More powerful than anyone on earth. She had been practicing the ways of the Druids for more than a year now, and even her Aunt, who was skilled in the arts of sorcery, had told her that she was stronger than many of the high sorcerer, including the high elders.
Kiara looked down at her hands, and smoothed away an invisible wrinkle in her green dress. The dress was her favorite. It had originally been her mothers, a gift from the man they used to call king. It had been a gift from the Dragon himself, and one of the only nice things her mother had owned.
A bright flash interrupted her reverie. She looked up and saw a figure standing inside a bright ball of light. Shielding her eyes from the glare she was able to make out the form of a woman. Her long curly hair billowed around her tiny velvet covered waist. The woman reached out a hand and grabbed Kiara's arm.
"Come with me," She demanded, her green eyes flashing fire.
She pulled Kiara to her and they disappeared into the bright flash, just as the servant reappeared, a young man decked out in lavish robes at her heels.
The flash faded and the two women came to rest on a deserted shore, a lake spread out in front of them. Kiara looked around and struggled out of the other woman's grasp.
"How dare you! Who are you to treat me in such a manner," She yelled and rubbed at her bruised bicep.
"I am Morgayne, the kings sister. Who are YOU that you demand to see him and threaten to kill him," Morgayne spat.
"You are his sister," Kiara asked, cocking her head to the side.
"We have the same mother,"
"I am his sister as well. We have the same father," Kiara said stepping towards Morgayne.
"What are your intentions in seeing him," Morgayne asked.
"I just wish to get what is rightly mine, seeing as how I am his sister," Kiara replied, raising her chin indignantly.
"You wish for riches," Morgayne scoffed.
"Yes. I have no money. I wish to get what I deserve,"
"Who is your mother," Morgayne asked, changing the subject.
"That is not your concern," Kiara yelled, appalled that Morgayne would ask such a question. It was not her concern who had mothered her.
"Who. Is. Your. Mother," Morgayne repeated, emphasizing each word.
"Her name was Kiana. She is no longer of this earth,"
"She was a whore," Morgayne accused.
"That does not matter. I am still rightly of royal blood and deserve to be treated as one,"
"The only thing you deserve is to leave with nothing. You are a whore's daughter, you are nothing! You have nothing that is rightly yours. Just because the Dragon decided to have a brief moment of pleasure in your mothers bed, does not mean you deserve anything," Morgayne yelled.
"How dare..."
"How dare I what," Morgayne interrupted.
"You will leave with nothing, do you understand? If every whores child decided to come and claim their right to the kingdom and its riches, we would be in ruins," Morgayne replied, turning to walk towards the waters.
Kiara blinked back an angry tear.
"I curse you," She cried out to Morgayne.
Morgayne turned back to her and laughed.
"Curse me," She scoffed. "Do you have any idea who I am?"
"I don't care who you are. Do you have any idea who I am," Kiara narrowed her eyes, taken aback when the woman did not flinch. "If I shall not have anything then neither will you or your brother,"
"What can you do to us that will ruin us," Morgayne asked, narrowing her eyes as well.
Kiara smiled an evil smile and turned away, intent on finding her way out from wherever she was, and secure in knowing that the royal line would suffer.
Scully looked up at Morgayne.
"Keep watching. You will understand soon," Morgayne said, answering Scully's unasked question.
"Dreaming?" Dr. Simpson asked, his unbelief apparent. "Coma patients are not known to dream, Agent Mulder."
"I understand that doctor, but what if she isn't in an actual coma? What if she is just sleeping," He paused. "Heavily."
"That's highly unlikely. She is in a coma. There is no way that she could just be sleeping."
"Yes, but isn't it at all possible that it isn't a coma. You can't explain it. It came on so suddenly. Isn't it at all plausible that what she's experiencing is just a deep deep sleep, in an unconscious state?" Mulder theorized.
The doctor huffed out a confused breath.
"I guess if could be possible, but I don't know how or why. I've never seen anything remotely like this," He answered, running a hand through his thick gray hair.
Mulder nodded and looked deep in thought.
"What is it, son?" The doctor asked.
"Its just, well, if she is sleeping, then there's got to be a way to wake her up," He replied and looked over at Scully, just as another large spike registered on the machine.
St. Vincent's
Room 313
10:15 p.m.
Mollie lowered herself into the chair and took her father's hand.
"Hey Daddy," She whispered. "I'm sorry I haven't been here in a while. Things are really crazy right now. Today was Tommy's memorial service." She sniffled and brushed away a tear.
"I wish you could have been there. Daddy, I needed you. I needed you so bad," She sobbed.
"Please wake up. Daddy please! I need you to hug me, tell me everything is okay," She shook his hand.
"There is so much going on that I need to tell you. I can't lose you. I need you." She lowered her head onto the bed for a second, letting the tear wash what little makeup she had on onto the white bedspread.
Lifting her head, she continued. "There's some FBI agents here and they said they were going to help me get rid of my dreams. The woman agent, I really thought she could help, but now she's in a coma too, Daddy. I need you! Daddy! Please wake up," Mollie cried and shook her fathers hand again.
God she needed him. Why wouldn't he wake up. She let out a giant sob and lowered her head down to the bed once more, staining the spread with tears.
Sensing a presence in the room, she bolted upright. She turned her head to the door. There, in the doorway, stood a figure so recognizable that Mollie had to consciously refrain her body from shaking. In the doorway stood Kiara.
Continued in Chapter 13
The mists flashed again and the redhead appeared once more. She walked up to a large castle, stopping as she saw a servant approaching her.
" 'Ello. What can I do for you?" The servant greeted.
"I'm here to see the king." Kiara replied coolly.
The servant looked at her for a moment, as if judging her seriousness, then laughed aloud.
Irritated that the servant dared to laugh at her, Kiara grew angry.
"If you do not let me see the king, I will cause a great catastrophe," Kiara threatened.
"Oh really. And what can ya do then," The servant asked in mock fright.
"Kill him," Kiara replied, narrowing her eyes.
The servant took a step back from her. Kiara continued to stare at the woman, wracking her nerves and causing the servant to tremble. Her ice blue eyes sent the message that she was serious.
"Let m...me just get him then," The servant stuttered and turned to flee.
Kiara's lips curved upward in a small smile. She was pleased that her threat had been taken seriously. It was about time people realized that she wasn't just some child, but that she was powerful. More powerful than anyone on earth. She had been practicing the ways of the Druids for more than a year now, and even her Aunt, who was skilled in the arts of sorcery, had told her that she was stronger than many of the high sorcerer, including the high elders.
Kiara looked down at her hands, and smoothed away an invisible wrinkle in her green dress. The dress was her favorite. It had originally been her mothers, a gift from the man they used to call king. It had been a gift from the Dragon himself, and one of the only nice things her mother had owned.
A bright flash interrupted her reverie. She looked up and saw a figure standing inside a bright ball of light. Shielding her eyes from the glare she was able to make out the form of a woman. Her long curly hair billowed around her tiny velvet covered waist. The woman reached out a hand and grabbed Kiara's arm.
"Come with me," She demanded, her green eyes flashing fire.
She pulled Kiara to her and they disappeared into the bright flash, just as the servant reappeared, a young man decked out in lavish robes at her heels.
The flash faded and the two women came to rest on a deserted shore, a lake spread out in front of them. Kiara looked around and struggled out of the other woman's grasp.
"How dare you! Who are you to treat me in such a manner," She yelled and rubbed at her bruised bicep.
"I am Morgayne, the kings sister. Who are YOU that you demand to see him and threaten to kill him," Morgayne spat.
"You are his sister," Kiara asked, cocking her head to the side.
"We have the same mother,"
"I am his sister as well. We have the same father," Kiara said stepping towards Morgayne.
"What are your intentions in seeing him," Morgayne asked.
"I just wish to get what is rightly mine, seeing as how I am his sister," Kiara replied, raising her chin indignantly.
"You wish for riches," Morgayne scoffed.
"Yes. I have no money. I wish to get what I deserve,"
"Who is your mother," Morgayne asked, changing the subject.
"That is not your concern," Kiara yelled, appalled that Morgayne would ask such a question. It was not her concern who had mothered her.
"Who. Is. Your. Mother," Morgayne repeated, emphasizing each word.
"Her name was Kiana. She is no longer of this earth,"
"She was a whore," Morgayne accused.
"That does not matter. I am still rightly of royal blood and deserve to be treated as one,"
"The only thing you deserve is to leave with nothing. You are a whore's daughter, you are nothing! You have nothing that is rightly yours. Just because the Dragon decided to have a brief moment of pleasure in your mothers bed, does not mean you deserve anything," Morgayne yelled.
"How dare..."
"How dare I what," Morgayne interrupted.
"You will leave with nothing, do you understand? If every whores child decided to come and claim their right to the kingdom and its riches, we would be in ruins," Morgayne replied, turning to walk towards the waters.
Kiara blinked back an angry tear.
"I curse you," She cried out to Morgayne.
Morgayne turned back to her and laughed.
"Curse me," She scoffed. "Do you have any idea who I am?"
"I don't care who you are. Do you have any idea who I am," Kiara narrowed her eyes, taken aback when the woman did not flinch. "If I shall not have anything then neither will you or your brother,"
"What can you do to us that will ruin us," Morgayne asked, narrowing her eyes as well.
Kiara smiled an evil smile and turned away, intent on finding her way out from wherever she was, and secure in knowing that the royal line would suffer.
Scully looked up at Morgayne.
"Keep watching. You will understand soon," Morgayne said, answering Scully's unasked question.
"Dreaming?" Dr. Simpson asked, his unbelief apparent. "Coma patients are not known to dream, Agent Mulder."
"I understand that doctor, but what if she isn't in an actual coma? What if she is just sleeping," He paused. "Heavily."
"That's highly unlikely. She is in a coma. There is no way that she could just be sleeping."
"Yes, but isn't it at all possible that it isn't a coma. You can't explain it. It came on so suddenly. Isn't it at all plausible that what she's experiencing is just a deep deep sleep, in an unconscious state?" Mulder theorized.
The doctor huffed out a confused breath.
"I guess if could be possible, but I don't know how or why. I've never seen anything remotely like this," He answered, running a hand through his thick gray hair.
Mulder nodded and looked deep in thought.
"What is it, son?" The doctor asked.
"Its just, well, if she is sleeping, then there's got to be a way to wake her up," He replied and looked over at Scully, just as another large spike registered on the machine.
St. Vincent's
Room 313
10:15 p.m.
Mollie lowered herself into the chair and took her father's hand.
"Hey Daddy," She whispered. "I'm sorry I haven't been here in a while. Things are really crazy right now. Today was Tommy's memorial service." She sniffled and brushed away a tear.
"I wish you could have been there. Daddy, I needed you. I needed you so bad," She sobbed.
"Please wake up. Daddy please! I need you to hug me, tell me everything is okay," She shook his hand.
"There is so much going on that I need to tell you. I can't lose you. I need you." She lowered her head onto the bed for a second, letting the tear wash what little makeup she had on onto the white bedspread.
Lifting her head, she continued. "There's some FBI agents here and they said they were going to help me get rid of my dreams. The woman agent, I really thought she could help, but now she's in a coma too, Daddy. I need you! Daddy! Please wake up," Mollie cried and shook her fathers hand again.
God she needed him. Why wouldn't he wake up. She let out a giant sob and lowered her head down to the bed once more, staining the spread with tears.
Sensing a presence in the room, she bolted upright. She turned her head to the door. There, in the doorway, stood a figure so recognizable that Mollie had to consciously refrain her body from shaking. In the doorway stood Kiara.
Continued in Chapter 13
