Timelines
by Liaranne
Summary: A mysterious being views the final events of book #54. Seaquel to Chess, you don't have to read that one first, however. Some things could have religious allusions, nothing too blatant, however.
Disclaimer: Nope, not mine. Zip, zilch, nada. Except for the Watcher. Which is what I'm calling the persona whose POV this is from. It's a female persona, just so you know.
Ok, it's not taking my section breaks. Great. Hmmm, I'll try this Horizontal Rule button... Coool...
What was this? He was back? I was enraged. By all the Powers, he was not supposed to interfear. I looked to why, and saw. There was nothing I could do. The fate was sealed. Their fates were sealed.
I looked on. I looked on for I had no choice but to look on. Yes, the Ellimist was more directly responsible for them, yes, he was looking too, but I looked on. I, duty, looked on.
The being who called himself the One, who could change everything about himself except his filthy, rotting mouth, was playing God. As usual. He had made the beings on the Blade ship believe he was omnipotent, omniciscent, when he was but scum not fit for the bottom of a human's boot. I, still being the impure being that I am, loathe him to this day. I shall probably loathe him to eternity. It is thanks to him, only to him, only to HIM that I had been ... I turned back to the children.
The children. My soul cried for them. They had been through so much already. Though as warriors this end was right for them, it was WRONG. It was wrong that those who had already suffered so much should be bereft of happiness, of comfort, of joy and hope for the future.
I had no choice. No choice to watch. Watch as my bishop and knight and the other three, the new three, who hardly deserved to share this lamentable, balladic fate, heard the order. The fatal order. I watched as the One heard. As the feeble shread of conciousness of Aximilli, my brave rook, heard. Watched the dawning realization, the pangs of fear, the desperation, another realization, of why, and resigniation in all. I watched. I watched as the fate unfolded. I still watch. And I do not know why.
Why ...? Why!? Oh, by all the Powers! Why did these people, these young ones, these children, these KIDS have to do this? What was the reasoning for it?! It all seemed so ... senseless. So, so cruel, almost.
And yet, as I watched that slow, languid, serene, insane smile spread across the face of the leader, I was answered. I understood. The underdogs had won once again. Good always had to triumph. The injuries the One would withstand would be so dreadful, he lost most of his powers. Or rather, would lose. And the deepest wound was inside. Inside, deep within the darkness of everybeing's soul. Inside, the place where emotions linger, where love lights the world, and fear darkens it. Inside, the deepest blow was to his pride.
His pride. An injury which would cause him to scour the universe for his revenge.
The children died, simply, softly, and well. Everyone on the great knight of a ship, the Rachel, the beautiful, beautiful Rachel died. The minute ashes left by the conflagration floated through space. Mingling with those of the Slaves that had been on the Blade ship. As they drifted, only a minute change was needed to send them to the winds of a magnificent jewel of this Universe, the planet they had come from. The placed they lived, and died, to protect.
From the Blade Ship, only One being survived. He would attempt to find his way to his vengence, only to be utterly destroyed. But that is another story.
Six Timelines. Six different people. Six children saved their world, their true home, freed slaves and captors alike, and brought hope to their universe. Their bodies are only ashes now. Their souls are flying free.
If you don't understand it, especially the last part, don't worry. I don't understand it either, and I wrote it.
Thanks in advance for any reviews!
Over and out for now, Liaranne.
