Chapter Thirty-Three: So Much Pain and Death...
She was still sitting beside Devon's prone and sleeping body when her crew found her.
"Reanna!" Y'lorani said, her voice reverberating with fierce joy, relief, and anger. Reanna looked up at her, startled at the sudden return of the colors to Y'lorani's voice. She had grown accustomed to reading people's facial expressions and the way their bodies moved when they were lying. The sudden return of color came as a bucket of icy water dumped over her on a sweltering day.
When she had stared too long, Y'lorani's expression grew concerned. "Reanna, are you alright?"
Reanna shook her head to free herself from her self-induced spell, and replied with a weak smile, "I'm fine."
"No, you're not, but you will be," Y'lorani said, her voice now colored deep purple with grim satisfaction in some revenge. Reanna looked at her curiously until someone was roughly pushed forward, his head and neck battered with bruises, but still readily recognizable.
"It's you!" she exclaimed, and he glared up at her in hatred. "Why did you kill my father?" she asked him, her voice hard.
He spat at her feet.
Her lips thinned, and she stepped closer to him, lifting his chin and forcing him to look her in the eye. "I'll only ask you one more time before I decide to get angry and force the memory from you. Why did you kill my father?" she asked, her voice heavy with command.
The seer wrinkled his nose and spat, "Because he's a bloody pirate, that's why." His voice was black with hatred and grey with fear. There was also a vein of blue running through it, telling her that he wasn't telling the whole truth.
She sighed. "You had better give me the whole truth, you imbecile. You should know by now what you're dealing with."
"I won't!" he answered defiantly.
"Do you really want everyone in this room to see every little thing you've done in your life? I can break your mind open and show it to them. I don't care about that, however, all I want to know is why you killed my father."
He stared at her, filled with hatred, but he was unable to resist the compulsion she had laid in her words.
"I killed him because he knew too much about me. Because I thought he might tell the world who I was and that I would be hanged with the rest of the former crew of the Black Pearl. I killed him because he brought me up from where I came from, and then made me work the as a lowly hand at deck. Not that Barbossa was any better."
Reanna's eyes smoldered. "You killed him because he helped you? Because he gave you a job to occupy your worthless life?"
"Yes!" the seer exclaimed, then, "And I'll be damned if I wouldn't be glad to kill him a million times more!"
"You'll be damned alright," Reanna said, drawing her sword in one fluid motion and stabbing it up under his rib cage and into his heart. His eyes held only surprise before they dimmed with death, his soul fled.
The crew cheered in grim revenge. Finally the one that had slain their beloved Jack Sparrow had died as well, there was finally closure.
When the cheering had died, Mr. Gibbs asked, "Well, what do we do now?"
Reanna looked up from the seer's corpse and said, "You clean up this mess, first of all, then the lot of you are to get back to the Pearl and make it ready to set sail! We're leaving this gods-cursed isle."
Once she finished speaking, a few men came forward to haul the seer up and drag him away while the rest of the crew excepting Y'lorani left the house.
"You saw?" Reanna asked Y'lorani quietly.
"I saw. For the first time I saw you. I don't know if this means that your protection from scryers is gone, or if that flash of vision was only because you were using so much power. Reanna, I have to ask you something--"
"No, not right now, Y'lorani," Reanna said, sinking to the floor beside Devon again. "I don't know if I can handle anything more right now. Gods, so much pain and death have I caused..."
Y'lorani left Reanna to her thoughts beside the still sleeping Devon.
Da, I found him, I know why he killed you, but you were right, I'm not satisfied. If only you were here to tell me that it's alright...but you're not, and things will never be alright again...and now before me I have a destiny that seems far too heavy for me to bear through to its end. Da, I wish you were here to help me...
Gods, I've become something and I've finally overcome the shadows you and mother cast over me, Da, but I don't like how it happened, and I hate that you had to die for me to grow.
He took my power, Da, and for a long time I didn't know what I had lost, but after what happened today, I'm glad He took it from me. If He hadn't, so many innocent people would be dead and they would have died horribly. It's bad enough that I killed the ones that I did so terribly. I didn't mean to, Da! I didn't mean to!
Mother...how could she have grown up with such a man as her father was? Was it only in that last year that he became so cruel? So thoughtless? Da, if it hadn't been for me, you would still be alive, and Mother would still be...sane. Y'lorani thinks that Mother isn't the goddess anymore. She hasn't said anything, but I can hear it in her thoughts. Her mind speaks loudly to me.
Y'lorani thinks that Mother passed on her immortal soul and godhood to me. She thinks that Mother will die of age if she doesn't take her own life first.
And it will be my fault.
Short, I know, and I'm sorry, but it seemed appropriate to end the story here. Fear not, however, for the next and final installment of these fics will commence shortly! I don't know what I'm going to call it...but I'm sure you guys'll find it fine! Thank you all SO MUCH for your support, you guys are the reason I kept writing these things, and I'm very grateful to you all! I hope you enjoyed it immensely!
Also, as a side note, I posted a couple of poems that I wrote six years ago based on a trilogy I was reading...if anyone would like to, feel free to read them! You don't have to have read the books first, the poems are really rather self-explanatory, and if you'd give me your thoughts on them that would be fantastic!
Now, to reply to the reviews I got in the last chapter:
Never A Dull Moment: Muchas gracias! I rather wanted Reanna and Devon to be together too, but my muse planted the idea in my head that it wouldn't be appropriate...he'd age and die and she would still be young and healthy. That's just too depressing to contemplate. Perhaps Reanna will find a new paramour in the next story, it's hard to say.
Elkengrove: Thank you for being faithful to my stories! You don't know how much you're appreciated!
And Nikee...I hope I answered your questions to your satisfaction. Let me know if you have anymore and I'll e-mail you.
Sniffles, shedding a tear. Reanna is...complete...