Title: The Lost World Fourth Season Series
Disclaimer: Hm.No.....No......No.........And No!!! They don't belong to me!
Summary: The explorers finally reach the Source.
Author's Notes: Finally!!! The Source!!! Sorry, once again (I know I'm always saying this but.....), for not having the chapter posted sooner than this, but I was not able to. But I'm so grateful for all your reviews:
Taya7, thanks for your support, yes maybe I'm too hard on myself, but that's the way I am. ( Thanks for your words. Here's the chapter.
Keys3303, a little better yes, but still.... Okay, you're here now and you reviewed and that's all that matters. I'm glad she told him too, about the others you have to wait and, in this case, read.
Pandagal, we all have to live with cliff-hangers, its part of life. Whatever you do, don't loose hope, who knows, maybe he'll live......but that's up to you to find out, and up to me to write.
Alexpat1, a new reviewer, thanks for the support, it's very much appreciated. I'm glad I'm leaving you waiting for the next event.
ThChosenOne3, don't cry, it's not like he's already dead and all; you have to wait and see. Now for our discussion: yes maybe that will confirm her fears that everything in life is against her, but then again she doesn't know what Moargon said, she's just guessing around. Maybe Fate is against her like you said, but if that's true, she wouldn't have met Roxton in the first place, not necessarily him, she fell in love with him, he fell in love with her, and yes if he dies she die with broken heart. But if she had met someone else that made her feel good, but not necessarily her lover or something, she would have suffered too. My point is: if Roxton dies Marguerite at least felt loved, even if just once in her life. And I know a sentence that say's: It's better to love and loose, than had never loved. And somehow I believe in it, and I'm sure that she'd think the same way; although she would be forever haunted my memories of Roxton, after all it's very difficult to forget a person you love so deeply. Did that make any sense to you??
Mila-15, você não é a primeira a dizer isso do Roxton, mas eu volto a dizer: ele não está morto ainda....Muito obrigada pelo seu apoio. (You're not the first to tell me that about Roxton, but I once again say: He's not dead yet.....thanks for you support.)
Keila, eu me esforço para fazer a Finn engraçada, para aliviar um pouco o ambiente em que eles vivem. Ainda falta um bom bocado para o final....mesmo um bom bocado, mas logo vemos esse final. (I try hard on making Finn funny, to ease a little the thing, in which they live. There's still some chapters until we reach the end, but we'll see about that ending there.)
A. Windsor, LOL, I think Roxton is everybody's in they're dreams!
Dreama, this one was not a small one, my first chapters were smaller. And hey! The sequel and trilogy thing are top secret you BLOND!!!!! :/ And yeah I'm the pessimistic, but I'll try to stop it, just a tiny a very, very, very tiny little, little bit for you. Thanks for telling you'll always review.
Caty, thanks for your words you're the best!!!
Katrine Clementa, your words are very much appreciated. I intend to finish the story so don't worry.
Rinoa, thanks for reading.
The Source
They went trough the waterfall. At first they were in a tunnel but as they walked the tunnel opened into what seemed an open area.
There were some torches there that seemed to illumine the place; they were spread in a circle around it. The rest it was pitch black, but they could hear the sound of water running. There was some stairs that lead to another entrance and aside from that it was nothing.
Finn walked near the torches and looked down.
It seemed that it was some sort of precipice, in there she find out, in spite of being dark, that the sound of water came from underneath them, it seemed a waterfall, from where the place they were on, got out, the water was black and human bones and bodies were visible in it.
"Hey! This place is pretty scary!" She said
"The Source must be over there!" Challenger pointed to the other entrance.
"Yes, it must be it." Summerlee agreed
Malone started to go upstairs when they broke and he fell down.
"Malone!" Veronica shouted. A shout they made echo.
She ran to him, along with the others.
"Are you okay??" she asked with concern
"Yeah, just a little dizzy." As he said this the stairs started to rebuilt themselves and soon they were standing again.
"It seems that I'm not able to go there." He said
"Hey check this out!" Finn said as she looked to some strange symbols.
Marguerite went there.
"What does it mean?" she asked
"Only the rightful ones are allowed in the Source, the others beware. May our victims serve you as a warning" Marguerite translated
"Well I don't know about you" Finn said "But I do understand when I'm not wanted."
"That means that only Marguerite, Roxton and I can go there."
"But..." Ned wanted to object
"But nothing, Ned. The sooner this is over the best!"
She gave him a quick kiss and turned to Roxton and Marguerite.
"Let's get over with it!"
They went up stairs and once again looked back at their friends. And that was the last thing they saw before entering the Source.
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They were once again at a tunnel, but different this time. The tunnel had a fog all around.
Once they pass trough the fog they reached the tunnel's end and they marvelled themselves at the view.
They were standing at what seemed an island and they were surrounded by rainbows, waterfalls and flowers. The island they were in was like the higher mountain in whish all the surroundings were seen.
The place was somehow ironic to them. Coming from Hell to Heaven.
There was a small rode made of pure solid ice that seemed to go on and on forever, in the middle there was a center. The explorers went to that center wish divided itself in another four paths and, in the middle of that center there was some stones with in scripts that Marguerite translated to them:
"The Trion shall show the way."
"What about these ones of here?" Roxton asked pointing to another stone right next to the one Marguerite was reading.
"That one is meant to Kartwar and his men."
"But how can the Trion shows us the right way?" Veronica asked
"Here!" Roxton said, pointing to a small hole in the shape of the Trion. "That must be it!"
Veronica took of her pendant and putted it in the hole. Immediately something happened. They backed away and saw a light at the end of one of the paths.
"It's over there!" Marguerite said, and she started to walk
"Wait, there's something else" Roxton said as he eyed images being transmitted by the center trough the Trion.
Marguerite turned around and saw them too.
Soon everyone went in some sort of trance, and it seemed that they were there.
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Marguerite saw herself and another woman talking.
"What news do you bring me Prophesier?"
"Milady I know nothing about your Guardian, but I've foreseen that the balance will be broken soon if you do nothing to stop it." The young red- haired woman said.
"Another problem" Morrighan exclaimed
"Milady, about Raphael.......I want you to know that I may not see anything now, but I'll keep trying, and I'm sure we're going to prove that he's innocent."
"I hope you do find him.....what can I do to prevent the balance to be broken??" she wondered
********************************************************
Then they saw Morrighan chanting and a storm arousing, from that storm a thunder crouched a stone. Soon the storm was over. She picked up something.
The Protector was standing near her, Morrighan showed what she had in her hands, the Trion.
"With this, you can control the storm that I created, it will arise soon again, I trust you this. It's the only way we have to prevent the balance to be broken."
"Morrighan, why are giving me this?" The protector asked, "You're the one who created the storm! What have you seen?"
Morrighan seemed disturbed by her words.
"Valquerie, please, don't make questions that I can't answer!"
"Tell me...tell me Morrighan!"
"........I've seen death Valquerie. I'm not supposed to replace the balance. But my descendent. And yours and....Raphael's descendent." A tear ran trough her cheek. "In three thousand years from now. You must continue your line, and you must pass the message to prevent the Storm. When my descendent, prevents finally the storm, that will mean that it's time."
********************************************************
Then the image turns into something else. They see Morrighan hugging someone.
"My love, I'm so glad that you're here." She said
"Listen we don't have much time." They heard the Guardian say as he pulled away to look at her face, "The Council is corrupted, they send me to their prison in The Death's Path, I escaped, but I've heard them telling someone to inform the Council that I betrayed you."
"Oh no! She was right!"
"Who?" Raphael asked
"The Prophesier, she told me that, before I came here."
"What else did she said?"
"Things...."She looked at his eyes, "Things about our baby...." she said caressing her large belly.
Raphael smiled at that. He leaned forward to kiss her, when she spotted a spear coming in his direction.
Without giving it a second thought she whirled him around and tried to push them both onto the ground but it was too late, the spear hit her.
"NO!!!! MORRIGHAN!!!!" he screamed
He grabbed her and hugged her. She seemed so pale, so fragile. She looked at his eyes.
"Don't leave me, my love." He whispered as he gave her a small kiss.
"I.......love.........you." these were her last words
"NOOOOOO!" He got and went after the one who threw the spear. Without noticing that Morrighan had grabbed his pendent.
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"You Raphael Mooargnu are accused of betraying Avalon and Morrighan, and you're also accused of murdering our leader."
"THAT'S A LIE!" he shouted
"Hang him!"
Soon the Guardian was dead. And Kartwar's laugh was heard.
Kartwar was sitting in a chair that seemed a throne. He was laughing along with some druids as he watched the scene.
Marguerite recognised the druids. They were the ones who took her to that cave and tried to kill her. ********************************************************
They see something that Marguerite recognises too.
Marguerite is alone, walking slowly, her pistol clutched in both hands before her.
"Roxton!" she shouts desperately.
Birds flutter from nearby brush, and she pauses, lifting her pistol. At that instant, three men in long brown robes and cowls over their heads appear at either side and behind her. One grabs the hands with the weapon. Another man similarly clad approaches from the front.
"Druids," Marguerite says, frightened and bewildered.
The lone Druid leans close to her, and speaks in a soft, menacing tone:
"We have been searching for you, Morrighan."
"What?" she gasps.
"The time has come for you to die," he says sinisterly.
Marguerite's face is filled with terror.
The head Druid pulls the pistol from Marguerite's hand and holds it up gingerly.
"What foul thing is this?"
"Allow me to give you a practical demonstration," Marguerite snarls, struggling against the hands that hold her arms.
The Druid drops the gun to the ground, and jerks his head toward one of the others, who seizes Marguerite's blouse by the collar and pulls it back, baring her shoulder.
"What do you think you're doing!" she protests angrily. The men inspect her birthmark. "Whoever you think I am," she goes on, desperately, "you are quite mistaken!"
The leader is unfazed.
"You are a Druid priestess. Your name is Morrighan," he states. "You have done well to have eluded us for so long."
Now Marguerite is completely stunned, and she whispers in horror, "No, this can't be true!"
"Bochra's reign is over," the head Druid snaps. "I'm the leader of the Druids now and I know what you've done," he finishes menacingly.
"I haven't done anything!" she cries frenziedly.
The Druid continues, unmoved by her protests.
"There is a storm approaching conjured by your dark powers. A storm you hope will destroy the world."
Marguerite can't believe what she's hearing. "What?"
"The only way to stop the storm is by killing you. Take her!"
The Druids drag the struggling woman away.
The Druids are dragging Marguerite through the jungle, and she gasps with horror as she realizes their destination: the same cave entrance that she and Roxton entered a short time before, where they nearly died.
"No, no!" she cries as they propel her toward the cave. "Can't you tell from the way I'm dressed that I'm from a different time and place?"
The Druid leader follows.
"If that is true, then how did you come to be here?"
"I don't know!" she cries, tearfully.
He leans close to her.
"Your birthmark tells me who you are." Then he addresses his followers. "The sacrifice must commence immediately. The storm is quickly approaching."
"What storm!" Marguerite sobs desperately. "There isn't a cloud in the sky!"
"As is prophesied, it will be sudden, and without warning," the Druid says, gazing worshipfully toward the sky, "but the storm will come. Proceed!"
Marguerite screams as they push her through the entrance.
In the cavern, the water shimmers blue in the pool. Marguerite is being dragged toward the altar table, as the head Druid croons.
"Your body will be sealed in this tomb, for all eternity." He is holding some folded cloth.
The full realization hits Marguerite now, and she stares toward the gaping hole in the wall.
"The place Roxton and I found the body, it's not reincarnation at all! That body was mine!"
The Druid comes closer, opening the cloth to display the birthmark sign painted on it.
"This will put an end to your dark powers," he snarls.
"Killing me will not solve a thing," Marguerite rages.
The Druid signals and his men lift Marguerite up onto the table, as he lifts the cloth into the air, displaying the symbol.
"Great circle of life," he intones, as Marguerite weeps and wails in helpless terror, held down by the men. "Let not this terrible storm devour us! Take this dark soul. Send us back the shining wheel." He moves around alongside the table.
"Storms come and go all the time!" Marguerite shrieks.
The Druid priest steps up, raising his dagger above his head.
"Bring back the light!" he shouts.
"Roxton!" Marguerite weeps, "Where are you?"
"Now!" The Druid shouts
"NOOOOO!"
The dagger went trough her chest and she died.
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It was over.
"What was that?" Veronica asked
"I think that we just saw what happened thousands of years ago." Roxton said eyeing Marguerite, she sounded clearly disturbed
"Hey, are you alright?" Veronica asked Marguerite
"Hu?......Oh...yes..I'm fine!" she answered "I'll go..hm...and do what I have to do."
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"Don't you think they're taking a little too long?" Malone asked
"I don't know Malone, I haven't exactly been there you know" Finn said
"Very funny Finn"
"Now you two stop with that, I don't like this place either." Challenger said
"Yes, it's quite frightening" Summerlee agreed
"Yeah, and the screams of pain and suffering from below don't help." Said Finn as one scream was heard
"I do hope this will be over soon."
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Marguerite walks trough the ice rode. When she reached the end of it she saw that she had to jump. But when she about to do it, she remembered something:
"When my descendent, prevents finally the storm, that will mean that it's time."
"Wait a minute!! She said her descendent." Marguerite thought "Of course, the Source and the war!"
She ran to the others.
"Quickly we must go!"
"Hu? Why?" Veronica asked
"Remember the woman's words! Her descendent! I'm not Morrighan's descendent, I'm her reincarnation! So that means that my descendent will be the one they've been talking about, not me!"
"Oh boy, that's not good!"
"Come on!"
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They reached the others.
"Is it done?" Finn asked
"No, we have a problem." And Marguerite and the others told them everything they saw
"Well that doesn't explain something thought" Challenger said, "Why did the storm arise as if the balance was broken, if it's not?"
"Of course!!" Marguerite exclaimed
"What?"
"Remember Tempus Fugit?? Nothing happened, because somehow the city's time and places were set free. When I performed the chanting that sent that storm away, I didn't realize it!"
"This is very serious!" Summerlee said, "We have to get back to Avalon as soon as possible to tell them that!"
"Yes!"
"Oh boy, we have no lucky at all, do we?" Finn asked out loud
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They went by the tunnel and once again breathed the pure clean air.
"I missed this. Fresh air" Finn exclaimed
"It will be the last thing you miss I assure you!" Said a male voice
They looked at the figures of Gaalad and Zeilen in front of them, with swords in their hands.
To Be Continued
Author's Notes: And it's done, another chapter, another cliff-hanger. Review!!!
Disclaimer: Hm.No.....No......No.........And No!!! They don't belong to me!
Summary: The explorers finally reach the Source.
Author's Notes: Finally!!! The Source!!! Sorry, once again (I know I'm always saying this but.....), for not having the chapter posted sooner than this, but I was not able to. But I'm so grateful for all your reviews:
Taya7, thanks for your support, yes maybe I'm too hard on myself, but that's the way I am. ( Thanks for your words. Here's the chapter.
Keys3303, a little better yes, but still.... Okay, you're here now and you reviewed and that's all that matters. I'm glad she told him too, about the others you have to wait and, in this case, read.
Pandagal, we all have to live with cliff-hangers, its part of life. Whatever you do, don't loose hope, who knows, maybe he'll live......but that's up to you to find out, and up to me to write.
Alexpat1, a new reviewer, thanks for the support, it's very much appreciated. I'm glad I'm leaving you waiting for the next event.
ThChosenOne3, don't cry, it's not like he's already dead and all; you have to wait and see. Now for our discussion: yes maybe that will confirm her fears that everything in life is against her, but then again she doesn't know what Moargon said, she's just guessing around. Maybe Fate is against her like you said, but if that's true, she wouldn't have met Roxton in the first place, not necessarily him, she fell in love with him, he fell in love with her, and yes if he dies she die with broken heart. But if she had met someone else that made her feel good, but not necessarily her lover or something, she would have suffered too. My point is: if Roxton dies Marguerite at least felt loved, even if just once in her life. And I know a sentence that say's: It's better to love and loose, than had never loved. And somehow I believe in it, and I'm sure that she'd think the same way; although she would be forever haunted my memories of Roxton, after all it's very difficult to forget a person you love so deeply. Did that make any sense to you??
Mila-15, você não é a primeira a dizer isso do Roxton, mas eu volto a dizer: ele não está morto ainda....Muito obrigada pelo seu apoio. (You're not the first to tell me that about Roxton, but I once again say: He's not dead yet.....thanks for you support.)
Keila, eu me esforço para fazer a Finn engraçada, para aliviar um pouco o ambiente em que eles vivem. Ainda falta um bom bocado para o final....mesmo um bom bocado, mas logo vemos esse final. (I try hard on making Finn funny, to ease a little the thing, in which they live. There's still some chapters until we reach the end, but we'll see about that ending there.)
A. Windsor, LOL, I think Roxton is everybody's in they're dreams!
Dreama, this one was not a small one, my first chapters were smaller. And hey! The sequel and trilogy thing are top secret you BLOND!!!!! :/ And yeah I'm the pessimistic, but I'll try to stop it, just a tiny a very, very, very tiny little, little bit for you. Thanks for telling you'll always review.
Caty, thanks for your words you're the best!!!
Katrine Clementa, your words are very much appreciated. I intend to finish the story so don't worry.
Rinoa, thanks for reading.
The Source
They went trough the waterfall. At first they were in a tunnel but as they walked the tunnel opened into what seemed an open area.
There were some torches there that seemed to illumine the place; they were spread in a circle around it. The rest it was pitch black, but they could hear the sound of water running. There was some stairs that lead to another entrance and aside from that it was nothing.
Finn walked near the torches and looked down.
It seemed that it was some sort of precipice, in there she find out, in spite of being dark, that the sound of water came from underneath them, it seemed a waterfall, from where the place they were on, got out, the water was black and human bones and bodies were visible in it.
"Hey! This place is pretty scary!" She said
"The Source must be over there!" Challenger pointed to the other entrance.
"Yes, it must be it." Summerlee agreed
Malone started to go upstairs when they broke and he fell down.
"Malone!" Veronica shouted. A shout they made echo.
She ran to him, along with the others.
"Are you okay??" she asked with concern
"Yeah, just a little dizzy." As he said this the stairs started to rebuilt themselves and soon they were standing again.
"It seems that I'm not able to go there." He said
"Hey check this out!" Finn said as she looked to some strange symbols.
Marguerite went there.
"What does it mean?" she asked
"Only the rightful ones are allowed in the Source, the others beware. May our victims serve you as a warning" Marguerite translated
"Well I don't know about you" Finn said "But I do understand when I'm not wanted."
"That means that only Marguerite, Roxton and I can go there."
"But..." Ned wanted to object
"But nothing, Ned. The sooner this is over the best!"
She gave him a quick kiss and turned to Roxton and Marguerite.
"Let's get over with it!"
They went up stairs and once again looked back at their friends. And that was the last thing they saw before entering the Source.
............................................................................ ....................
They were once again at a tunnel, but different this time. The tunnel had a fog all around.
Once they pass trough the fog they reached the tunnel's end and they marvelled themselves at the view.
They were standing at what seemed an island and they were surrounded by rainbows, waterfalls and flowers. The island they were in was like the higher mountain in whish all the surroundings were seen.
The place was somehow ironic to them. Coming from Hell to Heaven.
There was a small rode made of pure solid ice that seemed to go on and on forever, in the middle there was a center. The explorers went to that center wish divided itself in another four paths and, in the middle of that center there was some stones with in scripts that Marguerite translated to them:
"The Trion shall show the way."
"What about these ones of here?" Roxton asked pointing to another stone right next to the one Marguerite was reading.
"That one is meant to Kartwar and his men."
"But how can the Trion shows us the right way?" Veronica asked
"Here!" Roxton said, pointing to a small hole in the shape of the Trion. "That must be it!"
Veronica took of her pendant and putted it in the hole. Immediately something happened. They backed away and saw a light at the end of one of the paths.
"It's over there!" Marguerite said, and she started to walk
"Wait, there's something else" Roxton said as he eyed images being transmitted by the center trough the Trion.
Marguerite turned around and saw them too.
Soon everyone went in some sort of trance, and it seemed that they were there.
............................................................................ ....................
Marguerite saw herself and another woman talking.
"What news do you bring me Prophesier?"
"Milady I know nothing about your Guardian, but I've foreseen that the balance will be broken soon if you do nothing to stop it." The young red- haired woman said.
"Another problem" Morrighan exclaimed
"Milady, about Raphael.......I want you to know that I may not see anything now, but I'll keep trying, and I'm sure we're going to prove that he's innocent."
"I hope you do find him.....what can I do to prevent the balance to be broken??" she wondered
********************************************************
Then they saw Morrighan chanting and a storm arousing, from that storm a thunder crouched a stone. Soon the storm was over. She picked up something.
The Protector was standing near her, Morrighan showed what she had in her hands, the Trion.
"With this, you can control the storm that I created, it will arise soon again, I trust you this. It's the only way we have to prevent the balance to be broken."
"Morrighan, why are giving me this?" The protector asked, "You're the one who created the storm! What have you seen?"
Morrighan seemed disturbed by her words.
"Valquerie, please, don't make questions that I can't answer!"
"Tell me...tell me Morrighan!"
"........I've seen death Valquerie. I'm not supposed to replace the balance. But my descendent. And yours and....Raphael's descendent." A tear ran trough her cheek. "In three thousand years from now. You must continue your line, and you must pass the message to prevent the Storm. When my descendent, prevents finally the storm, that will mean that it's time."
********************************************************
Then the image turns into something else. They see Morrighan hugging someone.
"My love, I'm so glad that you're here." She said
"Listen we don't have much time." They heard the Guardian say as he pulled away to look at her face, "The Council is corrupted, they send me to their prison in The Death's Path, I escaped, but I've heard them telling someone to inform the Council that I betrayed you."
"Oh no! She was right!"
"Who?" Raphael asked
"The Prophesier, she told me that, before I came here."
"What else did she said?"
"Things...."She looked at his eyes, "Things about our baby...." she said caressing her large belly.
Raphael smiled at that. He leaned forward to kiss her, when she spotted a spear coming in his direction.
Without giving it a second thought she whirled him around and tried to push them both onto the ground but it was too late, the spear hit her.
"NO!!!! MORRIGHAN!!!!" he screamed
He grabbed her and hugged her. She seemed so pale, so fragile. She looked at his eyes.
"Don't leave me, my love." He whispered as he gave her a small kiss.
"I.......love.........you." these were her last words
"NOOOOOO!" He got and went after the one who threw the spear. Without noticing that Morrighan had grabbed his pendent.
********************************************************
"You Raphael Mooargnu are accused of betraying Avalon and Morrighan, and you're also accused of murdering our leader."
"THAT'S A LIE!" he shouted
"Hang him!"
Soon the Guardian was dead. And Kartwar's laugh was heard.
Kartwar was sitting in a chair that seemed a throne. He was laughing along with some druids as he watched the scene.
Marguerite recognised the druids. They were the ones who took her to that cave and tried to kill her. ********************************************************
They see something that Marguerite recognises too.
Marguerite is alone, walking slowly, her pistol clutched in both hands before her.
"Roxton!" she shouts desperately.
Birds flutter from nearby brush, and she pauses, lifting her pistol. At that instant, three men in long brown robes and cowls over their heads appear at either side and behind her. One grabs the hands with the weapon. Another man similarly clad approaches from the front.
"Druids," Marguerite says, frightened and bewildered.
The lone Druid leans close to her, and speaks in a soft, menacing tone:
"We have been searching for you, Morrighan."
"What?" she gasps.
"The time has come for you to die," he says sinisterly.
Marguerite's face is filled with terror.
The head Druid pulls the pistol from Marguerite's hand and holds it up gingerly.
"What foul thing is this?"
"Allow me to give you a practical demonstration," Marguerite snarls, struggling against the hands that hold her arms.
The Druid drops the gun to the ground, and jerks his head toward one of the others, who seizes Marguerite's blouse by the collar and pulls it back, baring her shoulder.
"What do you think you're doing!" she protests angrily. The men inspect her birthmark. "Whoever you think I am," she goes on, desperately, "you are quite mistaken!"
The leader is unfazed.
"You are a Druid priestess. Your name is Morrighan," he states. "You have done well to have eluded us for so long."
Now Marguerite is completely stunned, and she whispers in horror, "No, this can't be true!"
"Bochra's reign is over," the head Druid snaps. "I'm the leader of the Druids now and I know what you've done," he finishes menacingly.
"I haven't done anything!" she cries frenziedly.
The Druid continues, unmoved by her protests.
"There is a storm approaching conjured by your dark powers. A storm you hope will destroy the world."
Marguerite can't believe what she's hearing. "What?"
"The only way to stop the storm is by killing you. Take her!"
The Druids drag the struggling woman away.
The Druids are dragging Marguerite through the jungle, and she gasps with horror as she realizes their destination: the same cave entrance that she and Roxton entered a short time before, where they nearly died.
"No, no!" she cries as they propel her toward the cave. "Can't you tell from the way I'm dressed that I'm from a different time and place?"
The Druid leader follows.
"If that is true, then how did you come to be here?"
"I don't know!" she cries, tearfully.
He leans close to her.
"Your birthmark tells me who you are." Then he addresses his followers. "The sacrifice must commence immediately. The storm is quickly approaching."
"What storm!" Marguerite sobs desperately. "There isn't a cloud in the sky!"
"As is prophesied, it will be sudden, and without warning," the Druid says, gazing worshipfully toward the sky, "but the storm will come. Proceed!"
Marguerite screams as they push her through the entrance.
In the cavern, the water shimmers blue in the pool. Marguerite is being dragged toward the altar table, as the head Druid croons.
"Your body will be sealed in this tomb, for all eternity." He is holding some folded cloth.
The full realization hits Marguerite now, and she stares toward the gaping hole in the wall.
"The place Roxton and I found the body, it's not reincarnation at all! That body was mine!"
The Druid comes closer, opening the cloth to display the birthmark sign painted on it.
"This will put an end to your dark powers," he snarls.
"Killing me will not solve a thing," Marguerite rages.
The Druid signals and his men lift Marguerite up onto the table, as he lifts the cloth into the air, displaying the symbol.
"Great circle of life," he intones, as Marguerite weeps and wails in helpless terror, held down by the men. "Let not this terrible storm devour us! Take this dark soul. Send us back the shining wheel." He moves around alongside the table.
"Storms come and go all the time!" Marguerite shrieks.
The Druid priest steps up, raising his dagger above his head.
"Bring back the light!" he shouts.
"Roxton!" Marguerite weeps, "Where are you?"
"Now!" The Druid shouts
"NOOOOO!"
The dagger went trough her chest and she died.
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It was over.
"What was that?" Veronica asked
"I think that we just saw what happened thousands of years ago." Roxton said eyeing Marguerite, she sounded clearly disturbed
"Hey, are you alright?" Veronica asked Marguerite
"Hu?......Oh...yes..I'm fine!" she answered "I'll go..hm...and do what I have to do."
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"Don't you think they're taking a little too long?" Malone asked
"I don't know Malone, I haven't exactly been there you know" Finn said
"Very funny Finn"
"Now you two stop with that, I don't like this place either." Challenger said
"Yes, it's quite frightening" Summerlee agreed
"Yeah, and the screams of pain and suffering from below don't help." Said Finn as one scream was heard
"I do hope this will be over soon."
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Marguerite walks trough the ice rode. When she reached the end of it she saw that she had to jump. But when she about to do it, she remembered something:
"When my descendent, prevents finally the storm, that will mean that it's time."
"Wait a minute!! She said her descendent." Marguerite thought "Of course, the Source and the war!"
She ran to the others.
"Quickly we must go!"
"Hu? Why?" Veronica asked
"Remember the woman's words! Her descendent! I'm not Morrighan's descendent, I'm her reincarnation! So that means that my descendent will be the one they've been talking about, not me!"
"Oh boy, that's not good!"
"Come on!"
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They reached the others.
"Is it done?" Finn asked
"No, we have a problem." And Marguerite and the others told them everything they saw
"Well that doesn't explain something thought" Challenger said, "Why did the storm arise as if the balance was broken, if it's not?"
"Of course!!" Marguerite exclaimed
"What?"
"Remember Tempus Fugit?? Nothing happened, because somehow the city's time and places were set free. When I performed the chanting that sent that storm away, I didn't realize it!"
"This is very serious!" Summerlee said, "We have to get back to Avalon as soon as possible to tell them that!"
"Yes!"
"Oh boy, we have no lucky at all, do we?" Finn asked out loud
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They went by the tunnel and once again breathed the pure clean air.
"I missed this. Fresh air" Finn exclaimed
"It will be the last thing you miss I assure you!" Said a male voice
They looked at the figures of Gaalad and Zeilen in front of them, with swords in their hands.
To Be Continued
Author's Notes: And it's done, another chapter, another cliff-hanger. Review!!!