This Chapter was almost written totally by Deirdre of the Grey Kingdom.
All, I, Muslima did was add a few things here and there. She deserves most
of the credit.
However, I take the liberty of noting Ladydaja in this chapter. Please check out her stuff. If your stuck in your fic, her writing may give you ideas. This girl needs more reviews for her type of writing!
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Chapter 16
The mask of Eclipse rose as darkness embodied it. Tris realized the teachings were wrong, Musya was not a god but a goddess, as she turned her head from the horrid creature. 'No wonder they were mistaken,' she half thought. 'None can even look at it.'
The Reaper came forward. "You will submit to Musya, mage." Shade stood in the background, snickering, as usual.
'Fat chance,' she thought, angrily.
~You WILL submit to me, child.~
"Never!" she hissed, as a pair of hands forced her into the wall, tightening their grip on her neck, the air immediately cut off. She tried to kick out, but the strength was gone from her limbs.
~Leave the child be, Enahar. I know how much you wish to kill the girl but refrain from doing so~
After a moment she was suddenly released. She fell to the ground coughing and choking the air into forgotten lungs.
"Get up!" He roared.
She lay on her hands and knees, breathing hard and forced. The pungent air was sweet after being choked. She put a trembling hand to her throat where the bruises were already staining.
"I said get up!" something kicked her hard in the side. She bit her lip to keep from crying out, she would not give him that pleasure, and tasted blood on her tongue. She griped one of the dark stalagmites and forced her trembling weight to stand. Tris raised her eyes, taunting, showing he did nothing to bruise her. She had been through worse.
"Not so strong and powerful without our friends or magic to help us now are we?" the voice was cold, it ridiculed and indulged itself in her pain.
"You must. . . have been pretty upset. . . that a ten year old child. . . sent you to your death, hu?" she breathed, allowing herself one last mocking smile before retreating into the wall for support. "I mean. . . you went to all this trouble. . . just to get revenged."
The creature's slanted eyes glowed in fury at her words.
~Do not let the child get to you Enahar. . .~ the voice was black. Tris wanted to scream in pain as it sliced at her mind. But couldn't, it was as if darkness consumed her ability to do so. Wincing, she threw her hands to her ears, yet it made no difference; the voice was in her head, just as it was communicating with Enahar. As it's form grew more powerful so did everything else about the goddess. ~She will yield, and give way. She's not so defiant to refuse us.~
"Your wrong!" she shouted. "I wont do it, Musya! Not you nor anything your slaves could do to me would make me do it!" Her voice was swallowed into the black stone ceiling. No echo answered back. Her voice sounded naked.
~Do not fret child. . .~ the voice cooed. ~You will be as one with my followers soon. . . and you will be content in serving me. You will be my highest prized follower.~
"I won't do it!" she screamed, anger and distress, covering her ears even tighter.
~And you will look to me as a mother, a teacher and saviour. You will do what I wish you to.~
Suddenly the goddess of death reached out and grasped her mind. Tris fell to her knees in pain. The numb burning sensation gone and replaced by a devouring sense of being burned to a char from the inside of her mind. The blood seemed to be leaking from her very veins into nothingness. Her thoughts being eating and obligated. Her very soul seemed to be attacking her body and mind.
~Do not fret my witch. You will soon be content. The pain is merely that of the death of your mortality and human emotions. Soon the sense of feeling pain will have burned itself out and you will be almost perfected for my plans.~
Between the tears and mind numbing hysterical scream she found impossible to swallow she looked up at the dark goddess. 'Why?' she mouthed, writhing in pain.
~Why? Oh my simple-minded girl, you belong here with us, we are your kind. Your kin. Your soul will soon be that of the darkness, as are ours. The length of powers that will blossom within your icy heart will over power all that of the ones blind of your magic's limits. That man who taught you would have quenched and squandered such power, or worse, would have stolen them for himself. Now that I just cannot allow, when I could have those very powers for myself now could I?~ At this the dark goddess threw back her hideous head and laughed. A spine chilling iciness that seemed to only add to the fire burning her mind.
It would be only moments till she could take no more. Or would the dark would keep her in this fire of pain for all eternity, harvesting her magic till eternity finally came to an end? It was too much to take! She couldn't handle such a painful future. It had to come to an end. Now. She had to will herself to die or regret it till the end of her labour. She concentrated on the burning. It would be more painful then what she suffered now, it would have to kill her or at least drive her mad enough to die by her own hand. The pain began to eat at what was left of her sanity. The pain was unbearable. Yet still she drove her self deeper into the black flames devouring her mind.
~Forgive me! She thought desperately, in tears of pain and madness. I wish I had been as strong willed as you, Sandry, or as powerful as you, Daja, or even as brave and courageous as you, Briar. But I'm not. I'm just a witch. And that's all I'll ever be. I'm sorry I could do no more to help you escape. I've done all I can. Goodbye and thankyou for being the only ones who ever cared~.
Then the pain surged through her mind burning it completely away from all sense of self and logical thought. Then it was over. And she thought no more, finally allowing the darkness of neither life, nor unmagic to sweep over her.
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(The Hall of Nightmares)
All they could hear were the pulse stopping sounds of her hysterical screams. Yet no matter which way they tuned they neither found the sounds closer, nor further away. "Come on!" He shouted and kicked one of the dark walls. "I'm going to kill them! Where the bloody hell is she?" Again he turned, and ran into another wall.
"It's a labyrinth! We'll never get out of here!" Daja shouted, her voice echo being swallowed up by the unmagic.
Sandry looked wildly around her, as if expecting to suddenly see her sister being tortured just behind her. Her hands were clamped tightly over her ears, yet the screams of pain and fear were too thick and horrifying to block out. The tears pouring from her blue eyes. "We have to stop it!" she screamed. "Make them stop it!"
Briar continued to run around every which way, Sandry and Daja's words falling on deaf ears, deaf from all except the frantic cries of Tris. He had to find her. He would kill them if they hurt her. If they bruised her. If they cut her or threatened her. He would kill them all! He would make them pay for her pain, for every scream that reached his ears. He would kill-
They froze as the voice covered their minds with its sweet weakening pain. The fear was disguised behind the thin layer of calm. The utter pain hidden behind the hope of release ~Forgive me!~ It whispered weakly, as if taking a last breath of life to say these words. ~I wish I had been as strong willed as you, Sandry, or as powerful as you, Daja, or even as brave and courageous as you, Briar.~ He felt his heart freeze.~ But I'm not. I'm just a witch. And that's all I'll ever be. I'm sorry I could do no more to help you escape. I've done all I can. Goodbye and thankyou for being the only ones who ever cared. . .~ the voice trailed off into their minds, as if it had suddenly died. None of them noticed the hysterical screaming had also come to a final end.
Then the realization sank in.
"NO!" he shouted, reaching for all his might for the link that connected him to the girls. There were only two. A red one, and one that of the colour of undyed cotton. Where was the third? Where was the taught strip of jagged electric blue streaked with the purest white? Where was Tris's?
Daja felt her legs giving way. She fell to her knees and crawled, turned her attention to the howling Sandry, who had let go of every single thread of control. The noble girl lying on the floor screaming and crying.
"NO! I wont let her go. I wont! Make her come back!" she screamed. Daja tried to make her friend sit, but the girl pulled away and howled. Dejected and speechless, Daja sat with her legs pulled to her chest. Rocking slightly she lost all sight of her brother and howling sister. She tried not to think. She tried to think of nothing.
"Its not happening! Its not happening!" Sandry cried out over and over. "She's not dead. She's not. She can't die. Its not happening!"
He punched the wall and snarled. "I'll kill you!" he roared. "She did nothing to you and you kill her. You've killed her!" He attacked the wall with all the force he had and more. As if the dark barrier was suddenly his target of vengeance. "How could you do that to her! I'll kill you all! I want revenge!"
"There's no need for that Briar. Calm yourselves."
"Don't you dare tell me what to do!" he shouted. "I'll kill you like I'll kill the rest of them!" He turned around ready to sink his teeth into someone's neck. "They'll all die!"
"Calm Sandry and Daja. They're not listening to me."
"Shut up!" he roared. Then stopped. The voice. . . He turned around. He could see no one. . . but where was it coming from?
"Are you going to listen to me now?" It asked.
He nodded in shock.
"Good, bring Daja out of her trance first. And calm down Sandry."
Again he nodded. Shaking first Daja. The trader girls blank stare finally assuming some sense of reality. She asked no questions, but helped Briar hold the howling noble till she began to realize her surroundings and their faces.
"Good." The voice rewarded. "Now are you all going to listen to me?"
Briar released Sandry's mouth when she nodded and stopped crying.
"Niko?" she whispered.
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R2R
Note: It's like 5 in the morning is I might be a little. . . odd. 0_o
Silverwitch ~Thrilled to be supported. Thanx. You like this chapter, yes? Elsceetaria~ Glad you like it! ^__________^ ~Muslima Crosseyebutterfly~ OK, I get what your saying but I was just to lazy to write how Sandry got Daja it would just be too long. Not that I don't like Daja, she has her role. Tigress FN~ Thanks, really. Yeah I know I failed at trying to make it scary and all-but at least I tried. LOLz. Priestess of the Storm~ LOLz, your funny. Yes, don't worry everyone gets 2 kick undead @$$.stargirl2004 ~Heeheh, more cliff hangers!!!!! Evil Muslima! Deirdre of the Grey Kingdom~ Thanks SO Much. I have no idea of what your talking about-yout awesome-I mean you write ssssoooo good. Yeah, great minds think alike because because you wrote what I was planing to write- more or less. Watch everyone will love this chapter, and if not you can shoot me.
A true follower of admiration and awe.
May Allah look faithful down upon thee, and guide thee through the darkest of thy's nights.
Yours sincerity and devotion
~Muslima Morgan ~YES, YES, YES, YYES, YES, YES, YES!!!!! Hahaha!! I can die happy. . . Ok too much sugar. . . . Lady Sandrilene ~You sound sad. . . be HAPPY! Keladry Of Queenscove~ KOOL, thanx. You got your friend hooked-too kool. Thank you (Once again) loyal one! EloraCooper4~ I'm the one that's warm and fuzzy inside. Thanx so much. And your stuff is great I should be the one praising you!
However, I take the liberty of noting Ladydaja in this chapter. Please check out her stuff. If your stuck in your fic, her writing may give you ideas. This girl needs more reviews for her type of writing!
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Chapter 16
The mask of Eclipse rose as darkness embodied it. Tris realized the teachings were wrong, Musya was not a god but a goddess, as she turned her head from the horrid creature. 'No wonder they were mistaken,' she half thought. 'None can even look at it.'
The Reaper came forward. "You will submit to Musya, mage." Shade stood in the background, snickering, as usual.
'Fat chance,' she thought, angrily.
~You WILL submit to me, child.~
"Never!" she hissed, as a pair of hands forced her into the wall, tightening their grip on her neck, the air immediately cut off. She tried to kick out, but the strength was gone from her limbs.
~Leave the child be, Enahar. I know how much you wish to kill the girl but refrain from doing so~
After a moment she was suddenly released. She fell to the ground coughing and choking the air into forgotten lungs.
"Get up!" He roared.
She lay on her hands and knees, breathing hard and forced. The pungent air was sweet after being choked. She put a trembling hand to her throat where the bruises were already staining.
"I said get up!" something kicked her hard in the side. She bit her lip to keep from crying out, she would not give him that pleasure, and tasted blood on her tongue. She griped one of the dark stalagmites and forced her trembling weight to stand. Tris raised her eyes, taunting, showing he did nothing to bruise her. She had been through worse.
"Not so strong and powerful without our friends or magic to help us now are we?" the voice was cold, it ridiculed and indulged itself in her pain.
"You must. . . have been pretty upset. . . that a ten year old child. . . sent you to your death, hu?" she breathed, allowing herself one last mocking smile before retreating into the wall for support. "I mean. . . you went to all this trouble. . . just to get revenged."
The creature's slanted eyes glowed in fury at her words.
~Do not let the child get to you Enahar. . .~ the voice was black. Tris wanted to scream in pain as it sliced at her mind. But couldn't, it was as if darkness consumed her ability to do so. Wincing, she threw her hands to her ears, yet it made no difference; the voice was in her head, just as it was communicating with Enahar. As it's form grew more powerful so did everything else about the goddess. ~She will yield, and give way. She's not so defiant to refuse us.~
"Your wrong!" she shouted. "I wont do it, Musya! Not you nor anything your slaves could do to me would make me do it!" Her voice was swallowed into the black stone ceiling. No echo answered back. Her voice sounded naked.
~Do not fret child. . .~ the voice cooed. ~You will be as one with my followers soon. . . and you will be content in serving me. You will be my highest prized follower.~
"I won't do it!" she screamed, anger and distress, covering her ears even tighter.
~And you will look to me as a mother, a teacher and saviour. You will do what I wish you to.~
Suddenly the goddess of death reached out and grasped her mind. Tris fell to her knees in pain. The numb burning sensation gone and replaced by a devouring sense of being burned to a char from the inside of her mind. The blood seemed to be leaking from her very veins into nothingness. Her thoughts being eating and obligated. Her very soul seemed to be attacking her body and mind.
~Do not fret my witch. You will soon be content. The pain is merely that of the death of your mortality and human emotions. Soon the sense of feeling pain will have burned itself out and you will be almost perfected for my plans.~
Between the tears and mind numbing hysterical scream she found impossible to swallow she looked up at the dark goddess. 'Why?' she mouthed, writhing in pain.
~Why? Oh my simple-minded girl, you belong here with us, we are your kind. Your kin. Your soul will soon be that of the darkness, as are ours. The length of powers that will blossom within your icy heart will over power all that of the ones blind of your magic's limits. That man who taught you would have quenched and squandered such power, or worse, would have stolen them for himself. Now that I just cannot allow, when I could have those very powers for myself now could I?~ At this the dark goddess threw back her hideous head and laughed. A spine chilling iciness that seemed to only add to the fire burning her mind.
It would be only moments till she could take no more. Or would the dark would keep her in this fire of pain for all eternity, harvesting her magic till eternity finally came to an end? It was too much to take! She couldn't handle such a painful future. It had to come to an end. Now. She had to will herself to die or regret it till the end of her labour. She concentrated on the burning. It would be more painful then what she suffered now, it would have to kill her or at least drive her mad enough to die by her own hand. The pain began to eat at what was left of her sanity. The pain was unbearable. Yet still she drove her self deeper into the black flames devouring her mind.
~Forgive me! She thought desperately, in tears of pain and madness. I wish I had been as strong willed as you, Sandry, or as powerful as you, Daja, or even as brave and courageous as you, Briar. But I'm not. I'm just a witch. And that's all I'll ever be. I'm sorry I could do no more to help you escape. I've done all I can. Goodbye and thankyou for being the only ones who ever cared~.
Then the pain surged through her mind burning it completely away from all sense of self and logical thought. Then it was over. And she thought no more, finally allowing the darkness of neither life, nor unmagic to sweep over her.
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(The Hall of Nightmares)
All they could hear were the pulse stopping sounds of her hysterical screams. Yet no matter which way they tuned they neither found the sounds closer, nor further away. "Come on!" He shouted and kicked one of the dark walls. "I'm going to kill them! Where the bloody hell is she?" Again he turned, and ran into another wall.
"It's a labyrinth! We'll never get out of here!" Daja shouted, her voice echo being swallowed up by the unmagic.
Sandry looked wildly around her, as if expecting to suddenly see her sister being tortured just behind her. Her hands were clamped tightly over her ears, yet the screams of pain and fear were too thick and horrifying to block out. The tears pouring from her blue eyes. "We have to stop it!" she screamed. "Make them stop it!"
Briar continued to run around every which way, Sandry and Daja's words falling on deaf ears, deaf from all except the frantic cries of Tris. He had to find her. He would kill them if they hurt her. If they bruised her. If they cut her or threatened her. He would kill them all! He would make them pay for her pain, for every scream that reached his ears. He would kill-
They froze as the voice covered their minds with its sweet weakening pain. The fear was disguised behind the thin layer of calm. The utter pain hidden behind the hope of release ~Forgive me!~ It whispered weakly, as if taking a last breath of life to say these words. ~I wish I had been as strong willed as you, Sandry, or as powerful as you, Daja, or even as brave and courageous as you, Briar.~ He felt his heart freeze.~ But I'm not. I'm just a witch. And that's all I'll ever be. I'm sorry I could do no more to help you escape. I've done all I can. Goodbye and thankyou for being the only ones who ever cared. . .~ the voice trailed off into their minds, as if it had suddenly died. None of them noticed the hysterical screaming had also come to a final end.
Then the realization sank in.
"NO!" he shouted, reaching for all his might for the link that connected him to the girls. There were only two. A red one, and one that of the colour of undyed cotton. Where was the third? Where was the taught strip of jagged electric blue streaked with the purest white? Where was Tris's?
Daja felt her legs giving way. She fell to her knees and crawled, turned her attention to the howling Sandry, who had let go of every single thread of control. The noble girl lying on the floor screaming and crying.
"NO! I wont let her go. I wont! Make her come back!" she screamed. Daja tried to make her friend sit, but the girl pulled away and howled. Dejected and speechless, Daja sat with her legs pulled to her chest. Rocking slightly she lost all sight of her brother and howling sister. She tried not to think. She tried to think of nothing.
"Its not happening! Its not happening!" Sandry cried out over and over. "She's not dead. She's not. She can't die. Its not happening!"
He punched the wall and snarled. "I'll kill you!" he roared. "She did nothing to you and you kill her. You've killed her!" He attacked the wall with all the force he had and more. As if the dark barrier was suddenly his target of vengeance. "How could you do that to her! I'll kill you all! I want revenge!"
"There's no need for that Briar. Calm yourselves."
"Don't you dare tell me what to do!" he shouted. "I'll kill you like I'll kill the rest of them!" He turned around ready to sink his teeth into someone's neck. "They'll all die!"
"Calm Sandry and Daja. They're not listening to me."
"Shut up!" he roared. Then stopped. The voice. . . He turned around. He could see no one. . . but where was it coming from?
"Are you going to listen to me now?" It asked.
He nodded in shock.
"Good, bring Daja out of her trance first. And calm down Sandry."
Again he nodded. Shaking first Daja. The trader girls blank stare finally assuming some sense of reality. She asked no questions, but helped Briar hold the howling noble till she began to realize her surroundings and their faces.
"Good." The voice rewarded. "Now are you all going to listen to me?"
Briar released Sandry's mouth when she nodded and stopped crying.
"Niko?" she whispered.
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R2R
Note: It's like 5 in the morning is I might be a little. . . odd. 0_o
Silverwitch ~Thrilled to be supported. Thanx. You like this chapter, yes? Elsceetaria~ Glad you like it! ^__________^ ~Muslima Crosseyebutterfly~ OK, I get what your saying but I was just to lazy to write how Sandry got Daja it would just be too long. Not that I don't like Daja, she has her role. Tigress FN~ Thanks, really. Yeah I know I failed at trying to make it scary and all-but at least I tried. LOLz. Priestess of the Storm~ LOLz, your funny. Yes, don't worry everyone gets 2 kick undead @$$.stargirl2004 ~Heeheh, more cliff hangers!!!!! Evil Muslima! Deirdre of the Grey Kingdom~ Thanks SO Much. I have no idea of what your talking about-yout awesome-I mean you write ssssoooo good. Yeah, great minds think alike because because you wrote what I was planing to write- more or less. Watch everyone will love this chapter, and if not you can shoot me.
A true follower of admiration and awe.
May Allah look faithful down upon thee, and guide thee through the darkest of thy's nights.
Yours sincerity and devotion
~Muslima Morgan ~YES, YES, YES, YYES, YES, YES, YES!!!!! Hahaha!! I can die happy. . . Ok too much sugar. . . . Lady Sandrilene ~You sound sad. . . be HAPPY! Keladry Of Queenscove~ KOOL, thanx. You got your friend hooked-too kool. Thank you (Once again) loyal one! EloraCooper4~ I'm the one that's warm and fuzzy inside. Thanx so much. And your stuff is great I should be the one praising you!