A/N Salvae omnais! Okay, this is going to be a sort of collection of short
little things. All of them will focus on a specific second in the books,
and a character's thoughts in that second. Hence the name. I have a few
written already, and I'll put the rest up soon. If you have any ideas for
more, please tell me in a review. And please review anyway. Remember
kiddies, reviews make the world go round! And they make me very happy. If
you want, flame it. Roasted marshmallows are yummy.
Disclaimer; Ik bezit om het even wat van Zijn Donkere Materialen niet, zodat vervolg me niet. (That was Dutch, in case you were interested.)
"Lyra's father stood there, his powerful dark-eyed face at first fierce, triumphant, and eager; and then the color faded from it; his eyes widened, in horror, as he recognized his daughter."
Half a Dozen Times
I called for a child.
I called for a child, and the fates bring me my own daughter. My own daughter who did not even know that she was my daughter, who knew nothing of me except the part that scolded and punished and bought back presents if she was good. And yet, what did I know of her? Nothing, except for the part that was wild and savage and had dirty fingernails.
And was now standing in front of me. Inside my head, I am screaming curses at the fates. How could they do this? The one thing upon which all my life's work rests upon, the thing of the most importance. The thing that the future of the world rests on. Or the future of the worlds, if my theory is correct. Except that now I will never find out.
Unless... The second the little speaker in my head voices this impossible option, I silence it. NO. I have done many things in my life that can be viewed as heartless and cruel, but this. Never. But... NO! I don't care about the fact that this is the only way, I don't care about the fact that my refusal to follow through with my plan could, will, bring disaster. She is my daughter. My daughter. How often have I thought this phrase? Perhaps half a dozen times in the last few years. And yet this emotion coursing through me now is unmistakable, it has only one name -
Love. I love her, and I will protect her. The outcome of this action is almost too terrible to imagine. The worlds will collapse, disaster will reign. But none of it will matter, because she will be safe.
My daughter.
Reviews are your friends!
Disclaimer; Ik bezit om het even wat van Zijn Donkere Materialen niet, zodat vervolg me niet. (That was Dutch, in case you were interested.)
"Lyra's father stood there, his powerful dark-eyed face at first fierce, triumphant, and eager; and then the color faded from it; his eyes widened, in horror, as he recognized his daughter."
Half a Dozen Times
I called for a child.
I called for a child, and the fates bring me my own daughter. My own daughter who did not even know that she was my daughter, who knew nothing of me except the part that scolded and punished and bought back presents if she was good. And yet, what did I know of her? Nothing, except for the part that was wild and savage and had dirty fingernails.
And was now standing in front of me. Inside my head, I am screaming curses at the fates. How could they do this? The one thing upon which all my life's work rests upon, the thing of the most importance. The thing that the future of the world rests on. Or the future of the worlds, if my theory is correct. Except that now I will never find out.
Unless... The second the little speaker in my head voices this impossible option, I silence it. NO. I have done many things in my life that can be viewed as heartless and cruel, but this. Never. But... NO! I don't care about the fact that this is the only way, I don't care about the fact that my refusal to follow through with my plan could, will, bring disaster. She is my daughter. My daughter. How often have I thought this phrase? Perhaps half a dozen times in the last few years. And yet this emotion coursing through me now is unmistakable, it has only one name -
Love. I love her, and I will protect her. The outcome of this action is almost too terrible to imagine. The worlds will collapse, disaster will reign. But none of it will matter, because she will be safe.
My daughter.
Reviews are your friends!