Chapter 18- The End
Numair ran to Nanya's side, while Dirk ran to Naku. Dante was only a step behind Numair.
"Look out!" snapped Dante, pulling Numair away from Nanya. He pressed his middle and pointer finger to Nanya's neck. After a couple of moments, he pulled them away, looking lost.
"He-her pulse is gone. I'm so sorry Numair, but she's dead."
The end
(Joking- it's not the end, so the story continues)
Numair looked at her for a moment then grabbed her and pulled her close to him, not caring that her blood was getting all over him. All that mattered was gone. He cried like a man who had lost everything. Dirk cried with him, losing your best friend can make you do that.
Dante did nothing. He just looked at her blankly, then stood up and pushed through the crowd to the other side. Something compelled him there.
It was Mithros and Arneith. They looked at him, not showing any emotion.
"She's dead," he said flatly, "she's dead and you, her parents, aren't even crying."
"Neither are you," replied Mirthros.
"She's not my daughter. Besides, crying won't bring her back. Is this what was going to happen all along, did you know!"
"Not even the gods know everything Dante," said Arneith gently, "all hope for her is not yet lost."
"She's dead!" yelled Dante, "she has no pulse!"
"And that makes her forever dead, does it?"
Dante suddenly realized what they meant and ran back to Numair, Nanya and Dirk.
"Look out Numair. I think I might be able to bring her back."
"She's de." Numair began, but Dante pulled him away and dropped down besides her.
"Please let this work," he whispered. He put his hands on both sides of Nanya and sent an electric shock into her with his gift. She jolted, but didn't breathe. He tried again. Dirk checked her pulse.
"One," he whispered not daring to hope, "two, three. it's stable!"
Dante collapsed back, weak from relief.
"She's not okay yet," whispered Dante, "we need to heal her throat."
"Let me."
Dante wheeled around, Rocky stood in front of the Tortallan delegates. She strode purposefully to Nanya and placed her hand over the slit throat. No one said anything. The only sounds were the people getting herded back to their homes by Imperial guards. Rocky's hands glowed red. Her fire moved into Nanya, making the other woman's neck glow red like Rocky's hands. When Rocky removed them, the only souvenir was a half healed scar.
"Amazing," whispered Rocky, "it was right on the old scar, it wasn't even a millimeter off."
Nanya and Naku both began to stir. Nanya sat up, only to be engulfed in Numair's strong arms, his lips pressing roughly over hers. She kissed him back. When the kiss was done, Nanya, panting, lay limply in Numair's arms.
"What happened?" she asked.
"You were dead."
The Tortallans looked towards the voice. It belonged to a large female Flame. She was very beautiful with fur that was pure white contrasting with fur as dark as midnight.
"Mom," whispered Naku.
"You have done well my son, but I am here to see Nanya," the Flame turned to Nanya, "I am Queen Ariel of the Flame's. You are to come with me. The court of the gods is beginning."
Nanya looked confused and Ariel sighed, She grabbed Nanya's dress in her teeth and the two of them disappeared.
~*~
Nanya looked at the breath taking scene in front of her. All the Tortallan gods were there, including her parents and brother.
"You are here to make a choice," began her father.
"You must choose between you home of Newndale, Tortall, or the realms of the gods," continued the great mother goddess.
"What is your choice?" finished her mother.
Nanya looked in shock.
"Choice? Choose between all the people I love?" she squeaked.
The gods nodded.
Nanya thought. She didn't want to be a goddess. She loved her parents and brother, but she didn't like that much responsibility. She loved Numair with every fibre of her being, yet how could she not go back to Newndale?
When did you ever truly belong there? Asked a little voice in her.
That made the choice.
"Tortall," she said, "I choose to be Numair and the others."
"We'll miss you my daughter," said Arneith, "but you made a good choice."
"W-will my friends choose between Newndale and Tortall?" she asked.
"They're making that decision right now. good-bye, Nanya," said her father.
Nanya saw white and then she was back in Carthak. She looked up from the ground. Her friends were also getting up and dusting themselves off.
"I don't believe it, I'll never see Newndale again," said Ash, she looked sad, "but, hey! Adventure is here, maybe I'll become a spy or something."
"A-a choice," said Gary.
"What did you choose?" demanded Numair.
Nanya put on a serious face.
"I'm here to say good-bye Numair. I'm becoming a goddess."
Numair looked like a man who had lost everything, he turned away, then croaked one word.
"Why?"
Nanya grinned.
"I was just testing you, I'm staying here. although it wouldn't have been too bad being a goddess," she added as an afterthought, "but love does crazy things to a person."
She was engulfed in a rib shattering hug, then furiously kissed. When Numair had let her go, she turned to her friends.
"What did you choose?" she asked.
Rocky smiled and kissed Gary who was standing behind her. By the time they were done, everyone was obviously looking anywhere but at them.
"Is that answer enough?" she asked.
"A simple 'yes' would have sufficed, dear Rachelle," Ash drawled in return.
"I'm staying in Tortall," said Dirk, "I mean, it's pretty cool here."
"Tortall, I guess I won't be the spoiled principal's son anymore," said Mirk.
"Tortall, we wanted to stay with our friends," corused Dante and Carn.
"Touching, really," drawled Ariel who had come back with Nanya. She turned to Naku. "Your mission is done Naku, you can come home now."
Naku frowned before slowly shaking his head.
"No Mum, I belong here now," he shook his head and muttered 'stupid' before continuing, "I've become to attached to Nanya's sarcastic nature. Besides, someone needs to be the rational thinker for her, and it won't be the mage."
Ariel smiled.
"How did I know you would say that?" she asked.
"Can I stay too, Mum?" asked Naki, looking hopeful.
Ariel frowned slightly, before sighing.
"The bad thing about being a seer, is that you don't always like what you see," she said, "I think they're going to need you in the future. Nakoi, too, but not right now."
With that, Ariel gave one last shake of her head before she disappeared once more.
Kaddar escorted the delegation back into the palace where they would clear Nanya and Numair's names of all charges against them.
~*~
Four days later, Nanya stood at the front of the ship that was taking the delegation home. The breeze felt good on her face and she stood there with her eyes closed until she felt a pair of strong arms wrap around her waist. She looked sideways into the handsome face of Numair. He caught her eye and smiled, kissing her cheek.
"Now that we're going back to Tortall," he began, pulling Nanya back so that she was facing towards him in his arms, "I want to marry you."
He looked at her so hopefully, it almost broke Nanya's heart to have to let him down.
"Not so soon Numair," she said, smiling sadly, "I want to get to know you better before I make that big of a commitment."
"So no?" he asked, looking disappointed.
"No, not a no, it's a someday," she replied, "just not a someday that's like tomorrow or something. A someday that's in a year, maybe two."
"That's good enough for me," breathed Numair, before kissing her passionately.
Meanwhile, Gary was having the same ideas as Numair, except about Rocky, not Nanya.
"Rocky?" he asked, nervous, "Rocky. would you make me the happiest man alive and marry me?"
Rocky looked shocked.
"Oh Gary," she said, "I love you with all my heart. and I'll marry you of course. but could we wait until the war is over and I've had time to adjust?"
"Always," replied Gary, "I'll wait until the end of time for you."
"And I you."
Two couples were happy, but somewhere in the same ship, a young blonde man sat brooding about the woman he himself loved, yet couldn't have. Or so it seemed to him.
The End
This is the end of this story. The sequel will be called 'The Life I Now Know' unless you guys can help me and give me a better title. I know, I know. What is it with me and these weird titles, right? By the way, there's a change that I'm going to make for the next story. A: I said Thayet and Nanya were twins, ex that out. Thayet is older cause if they were twins, she would've been pretty young when she had Roald. Another thing: one of my reviewers said Gary was married. It said nothing about that in The Immortals and I haven't read SotL or PotS in a looong time, so I wasn't aware of this, but I'm not, and I repeat, am not going to change it. So suck it up. Enough of my rude babbling. I'll try and get the sequel up soon. I'll also put up an acknowledgements chapter for this story.
~oneinamilliongirl
Numair ran to Nanya's side, while Dirk ran to Naku. Dante was only a step behind Numair.
"Look out!" snapped Dante, pulling Numair away from Nanya. He pressed his middle and pointer finger to Nanya's neck. After a couple of moments, he pulled them away, looking lost.
"He-her pulse is gone. I'm so sorry Numair, but she's dead."
The end
(Joking- it's not the end, so the story continues)
Numair looked at her for a moment then grabbed her and pulled her close to him, not caring that her blood was getting all over him. All that mattered was gone. He cried like a man who had lost everything. Dirk cried with him, losing your best friend can make you do that.
Dante did nothing. He just looked at her blankly, then stood up and pushed through the crowd to the other side. Something compelled him there.
It was Mithros and Arneith. They looked at him, not showing any emotion.
"She's dead," he said flatly, "she's dead and you, her parents, aren't even crying."
"Neither are you," replied Mirthros.
"She's not my daughter. Besides, crying won't bring her back. Is this what was going to happen all along, did you know!"
"Not even the gods know everything Dante," said Arneith gently, "all hope for her is not yet lost."
"She's dead!" yelled Dante, "she has no pulse!"
"And that makes her forever dead, does it?"
Dante suddenly realized what they meant and ran back to Numair, Nanya and Dirk.
"Look out Numair. I think I might be able to bring her back."
"She's de." Numair began, but Dante pulled him away and dropped down besides her.
"Please let this work," he whispered. He put his hands on both sides of Nanya and sent an electric shock into her with his gift. She jolted, but didn't breathe. He tried again. Dirk checked her pulse.
"One," he whispered not daring to hope, "two, three. it's stable!"
Dante collapsed back, weak from relief.
"She's not okay yet," whispered Dante, "we need to heal her throat."
"Let me."
Dante wheeled around, Rocky stood in front of the Tortallan delegates. She strode purposefully to Nanya and placed her hand over the slit throat. No one said anything. The only sounds were the people getting herded back to their homes by Imperial guards. Rocky's hands glowed red. Her fire moved into Nanya, making the other woman's neck glow red like Rocky's hands. When Rocky removed them, the only souvenir was a half healed scar.
"Amazing," whispered Rocky, "it was right on the old scar, it wasn't even a millimeter off."
Nanya and Naku both began to stir. Nanya sat up, only to be engulfed in Numair's strong arms, his lips pressing roughly over hers. She kissed him back. When the kiss was done, Nanya, panting, lay limply in Numair's arms.
"What happened?" she asked.
"You were dead."
The Tortallans looked towards the voice. It belonged to a large female Flame. She was very beautiful with fur that was pure white contrasting with fur as dark as midnight.
"Mom," whispered Naku.
"You have done well my son, but I am here to see Nanya," the Flame turned to Nanya, "I am Queen Ariel of the Flame's. You are to come with me. The court of the gods is beginning."
Nanya looked confused and Ariel sighed, She grabbed Nanya's dress in her teeth and the two of them disappeared.
~*~
Nanya looked at the breath taking scene in front of her. All the Tortallan gods were there, including her parents and brother.
"You are here to make a choice," began her father.
"You must choose between you home of Newndale, Tortall, or the realms of the gods," continued the great mother goddess.
"What is your choice?" finished her mother.
Nanya looked in shock.
"Choice? Choose between all the people I love?" she squeaked.
The gods nodded.
Nanya thought. She didn't want to be a goddess. She loved her parents and brother, but she didn't like that much responsibility. She loved Numair with every fibre of her being, yet how could she not go back to Newndale?
When did you ever truly belong there? Asked a little voice in her.
That made the choice.
"Tortall," she said, "I choose to be Numair and the others."
"We'll miss you my daughter," said Arneith, "but you made a good choice."
"W-will my friends choose between Newndale and Tortall?" she asked.
"They're making that decision right now. good-bye, Nanya," said her father.
Nanya saw white and then she was back in Carthak. She looked up from the ground. Her friends were also getting up and dusting themselves off.
"I don't believe it, I'll never see Newndale again," said Ash, she looked sad, "but, hey! Adventure is here, maybe I'll become a spy or something."
"A-a choice," said Gary.
"What did you choose?" demanded Numair.
Nanya put on a serious face.
"I'm here to say good-bye Numair. I'm becoming a goddess."
Numair looked like a man who had lost everything, he turned away, then croaked one word.
"Why?"
Nanya grinned.
"I was just testing you, I'm staying here. although it wouldn't have been too bad being a goddess," she added as an afterthought, "but love does crazy things to a person."
She was engulfed in a rib shattering hug, then furiously kissed. When Numair had let her go, she turned to her friends.
"What did you choose?" she asked.
Rocky smiled and kissed Gary who was standing behind her. By the time they were done, everyone was obviously looking anywhere but at them.
"Is that answer enough?" she asked.
"A simple 'yes' would have sufficed, dear Rachelle," Ash drawled in return.
"I'm staying in Tortall," said Dirk, "I mean, it's pretty cool here."
"Tortall, I guess I won't be the spoiled principal's son anymore," said Mirk.
"Tortall, we wanted to stay with our friends," corused Dante and Carn.
"Touching, really," drawled Ariel who had come back with Nanya. She turned to Naku. "Your mission is done Naku, you can come home now."
Naku frowned before slowly shaking his head.
"No Mum, I belong here now," he shook his head and muttered 'stupid' before continuing, "I've become to attached to Nanya's sarcastic nature. Besides, someone needs to be the rational thinker for her, and it won't be the mage."
Ariel smiled.
"How did I know you would say that?" she asked.
"Can I stay too, Mum?" asked Naki, looking hopeful.
Ariel frowned slightly, before sighing.
"The bad thing about being a seer, is that you don't always like what you see," she said, "I think they're going to need you in the future. Nakoi, too, but not right now."
With that, Ariel gave one last shake of her head before she disappeared once more.
Kaddar escorted the delegation back into the palace where they would clear Nanya and Numair's names of all charges against them.
~*~
Four days later, Nanya stood at the front of the ship that was taking the delegation home. The breeze felt good on her face and she stood there with her eyes closed until she felt a pair of strong arms wrap around her waist. She looked sideways into the handsome face of Numair. He caught her eye and smiled, kissing her cheek.
"Now that we're going back to Tortall," he began, pulling Nanya back so that she was facing towards him in his arms, "I want to marry you."
He looked at her so hopefully, it almost broke Nanya's heart to have to let him down.
"Not so soon Numair," she said, smiling sadly, "I want to get to know you better before I make that big of a commitment."
"So no?" he asked, looking disappointed.
"No, not a no, it's a someday," she replied, "just not a someday that's like tomorrow or something. A someday that's in a year, maybe two."
"That's good enough for me," breathed Numair, before kissing her passionately.
Meanwhile, Gary was having the same ideas as Numair, except about Rocky, not Nanya.
"Rocky?" he asked, nervous, "Rocky. would you make me the happiest man alive and marry me?"
Rocky looked shocked.
"Oh Gary," she said, "I love you with all my heart. and I'll marry you of course. but could we wait until the war is over and I've had time to adjust?"
"Always," replied Gary, "I'll wait until the end of time for you."
"And I you."
Two couples were happy, but somewhere in the same ship, a young blonde man sat brooding about the woman he himself loved, yet couldn't have. Or so it seemed to him.
The End
This is the end of this story. The sequel will be called 'The Life I Now Know' unless you guys can help me and give me a better title. I know, I know. What is it with me and these weird titles, right? By the way, there's a change that I'm going to make for the next story. A: I said Thayet and Nanya were twins, ex that out. Thayet is older cause if they were twins, she would've been pretty young when she had Roald. Another thing: one of my reviewers said Gary was married. It said nothing about that in The Immortals and I haven't read SotL or PotS in a looong time, so I wasn't aware of this, but I'm not, and I repeat, am not going to change it. So suck it up. Enough of my rude babbling. I'll try and get the sequel up soon. I'll also put up an acknowledgements chapter for this story.
~oneinamilliongirl