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A/N: Will be a Dawn/Legolas fic eventually! Unfortunately, or fortunately depending on how you look at it, I got another idea for this fic's plot which, while it will stretch out the story, means the romance may take a little longer to develop! Gandalf is only it at the moment as a connection to the fellowship, and a way for Dawn to travel to M.E; I don't want anyone getting the wrong idea about the two of them, cause.that's just wrong! Friend relationship only! Remember to review cause then I know that I'm heading in the right direction! Enjoy!
Chapter 4
"I bid you awake, Gandalf the Grey, and Dawn Summers, sister of the slayer, and she who is powerful in her own right. You have been brought here by the command of the Valar Gandalf the Grey, to you Dawn Summers they are known as 'The Powers That Be'."
"Hurry, rouse yourselves," and insistent voice broke in. "The Valar are breaking many rules made long ago to bring you here."
Dawn blinked and shielded her eyes from the light that surrounded her.
She croaked, trying to find the old man in what appeared to be a square room.
There were pillars at each archway, indicating the entrances and exits. The wall seemed as if it was made by marble, and a mist covered the hard and icy floor. A bright light glared in to Dawn's eyes, flinching she squeezed them shut again, trying to block out the obtrusive colour.
"Do not think that your trials and tribulations throughout the dimensions between the land of the living and the land of death have gone on unnoticed." The voice was soft and powerful, surreal and spiritual as it echoed through the air, and swirled in the mist.
Dawn's body was sore, her muscles stiff from her strenuous activity. Her head pounded and throbbed as blood raced through her veins and hammered against her skull.
She lay quietly, unmoving, as she was still unaware of where she was. During uncertain times it was sometimes better to play dead, or rather unconscious. Information that was useful or required was often spoken more freely between the minions if the guards suspected their prisoners to be out cold.
"I am here, I am here. Do not fret so Lady Dawn. The Valar are wise beyond our belief and existence. They belong to a higher plane entirely." Although the voice was reprimanding, as one would use to tell off a young child, it was comforting, familiar.
Dawn gritted her teeth, annoyed at Gandalf references to the Valar, and his treatment and beliefs of her character.
'Because, they are after all, so bloody fantastic. I mean they just couldn't make my life any nicer since I was disguised as a human, human.I'm not even referring to myself as human.but then I'm not am I? I was made from Buffy. But then again they couldn't have made Buffy's life any easier, would they? Not even if it was a higher wage, or more hours, extra overtime.
Yes, after all the Powers have done for us, I should be grateful- BULLSHIT.' Dawns thoughts swirled round and round her head, faster and faster, louder and louder, until they were screaming out, demanding a release.
"Lady Dawn," scolded Gandalf "you should not speak such language to the Valar, indeed you should not even know such language to use against them." His voice boomed out filled with anger, his eyes with rage, at her disrespect of the elders.
But it did little to curb Dawns fury of being summoned before them, of being their little pawn for her entire existence. Only then did she realise that she had spoken the last of her thoughts out loud.
"Do not tell me of how I should think, feel, react, or of how I should address the them, I am well acquainted with the Valar." She replied scathingly, "but they have done little to earn my respect or gratitude. For reasons they well understand." Dawn stressed the last few words bitterly, wanting to see a reaction from the figures in front of them.
Wrapped in what appeared to be togas, they stood, tall and proud, arrogant, before them. They were the opposite of each other, black and white, ying and yang.
The male had blonde hair, pale blonde eyes, ice like, showing that he little warmth inside his heart, his soul.
The woman had dark hair, deep blue sapphire eyes, showing a tenderness that was absent in the eyes of her companion. Even then Dawn could tell which voice belonged to which figure.
"What has happened in the past was done to shape the future, your destiny-"
"Leave the past in the past where it belongs-"
"You cannot change the past anymore than you can hide or run from you destiny-
"Or change what was meant to be.
The Oracles spoke as they had one mind, and one mind only, they finished each others sentences, never pausing, never hesitate, never seeming to think about what the other has just said.
"Events that have previously taken place have all happened for a reason, they have not been conceived for our own amusement." "You have no idea how close your world has come to ending several times." The females voice was soft and she was trying to calm Dawn, trying to make her understand and to listen, but instead she was having the opposite effect.
"No, I have no idea how close the world was to ending because I was never there was I? You have such an easy job; sit up here all safe, leaving other people to do your work, to save your people, to live in your harsh and cruel world. You would not be so loving of your world if you spent more than one day in it."
"I cannot deny that you have been through much, have seen much-" The woman started.
"But why do you keep doing it if you don't care? Why not let it all finish and be done with it?" The male asked.
"Because who else will if we don't? Just because I hate the life that I have been given does not mean that I wish for others to have the same punishment as I have." Dawn spat out.
"Lady Dawn, calm yourself, think about what you are saying, it is an honour to serve the Valar, even more so to be called before them. Try to respond with civilised decency at least." Gandalf snapped.
"We need to work together now-"
"To have a mutual respect and-" Dawn ignored Gandalf warning, instead cutting off what the male Oracle had been saying.
"Respect? Respect for what?" Dawn replied her voice full of resentment. "Everything that you have done has caused nothing but pain and grief. What have you done to earn my respect apart from meddling in affairs, which you can never understand?
The only time you respect us is when you need something doing, and even then we are nothing but pawns, pawns in a game of chess, which is apparently to complicated and difficult for us to get are small little minds around, you tell us that we don't understand the risks!" her voice was full of sarcasm, laughter, and fake hilarity, and a manic danced around her mouth.
"But, then of course you are right! We don't risk our lives every time we have to sort out your problems, your mistakes, and your universe!"
Her demeanour quickly changed and the fake joy and understanding that had once been there was now absent. "To you we are nothing but pawns, expendable, like the slayers, one dies but another rises to take her place. You will have no respect from me now, and don't think that you will be receiving any from me in the future" Her voice had risen higher and higher in her last statement until she was screaming at the oracles.
"To full-fill your destiny-" The woman started to speak again before she was cut off by Dawn.
"My destiny?" Dawn whispered harshly. "Will you shut up with this crap about my destiny?!" She exploded. "To have a destiny you have to be real. I'm not real!"
Her eye colour had changed, no longer hard and icy, but dark and deep, as turbulent as the ocean. Emotions were tossed around, turned and swept away before being replaced with another emotion that they had not the time to label before it was gone. Gone, and another more powerful emotion standing in its place.
As her uncontrolled anger and fury grew, so did her power. It was rising, closer and closer to the surface, you could see it in those eyes, those eyes that you were unable to forget, that stayed forever burnt and etched in your mind. Never in the rest of his life did Gandalf forget those haunted eyes.
Those around her took a step back, waiting for her anger to blow, wanting to get out of the way, not to be the first in the firing line. Her emotions and power were strong. Her power was feeding off of her emotions. They didn't want her to the emotions which she held tightly inside; already she was close to losing her control.
Giving an enraged cry like that of a trapped animal, she turned, and hurled her fist towards the stone pillar. A loud crunch was heard as her fist and the marble connected. But it was not her fist, which gave way; it was the marble.
A large crack was visible in the stone from where the force of her punch had split the stone. It grew bigger, and bigger, running further and further up the pillar, smaller cracks forming and branching off as they formed their own patterns.
As the cracks became more obvious, splinters of the pillar began to fall away, larger the pieces of marble became. The ground began to vibrate beneath them, as the sound of falling rock became stronger and louder.
Dust was swirling around Dawn as she backed away from the falling pillar. There was a loud crash, similar to the of thunder; with another puff of dust and grit the entire pillar gave way, the noise dying away as quickly and quietly as it begun.
Looking down Dawn could see the pile of rubble centimetres away from her bare feet. Which she noticed were very dirty, in great need of a wash. "Oh god." She breathed moving away, "oh god, oh god." What had she done? Where had that power and strength come from?
Dawn stumbled back away from the pile of ruin, her legs giving out once she was away from the danger, slamming her body against the hard floor. Her skin connected with the floor with a slap. Silent tears streamed down her face, but she made no sound. She had gotten good over the years of masking the sounds of her crying. There had always been plenty of practise, the deaths of Rhonda, Kennedy and many other young friends that had meet brutal ends, which were not always quick, but usually painful and gory.
She silently willed her self not to shake, not to show a weakness. A weakness that they would use against her; against the people she loved. She had seen the innocent die, because it was the quickest and easiest, the most painful way of hurting those the demon wished to get too. Of making its target weak, defenceless, easy to kill.
Gandalf had been forgotten in all of the commotion, and he stood to the side, watching and listening intently to the scene before him. Watched the interaction between Dawn and the Oracles, watched her resentment and anger.
"You see Dawn, you have a destiny here, a purpose. You were brought here for a reason." The woman tried to explain once again.
"Well maybe I don't want to have a use, maybe I don't want to be discarded once you have got what you wanted from me." Dawn said, standing up. "Because you see, I was under the impression that I was sent here because an ex-hell Goddess tried to sacrifice me, and the tiny fact that it worked." Her answer full of sarcasm, disrespect in every pore of the speech. Her tears had faded away as her anger once again started to burn bright.
"You are not a child, stop acting like one!" The man snapped, having lost his patience.
"No! See, while I'm supposedly 21 in human years, I've only existed as Dawn Summers for five of the, so I have got a lot of catching up to do, and if that means acting like a child, eating junk food, and being a pain in the arse then I shall!
I'm outta here."
She'd had enough, of their commands, their thoughts any thing related to them, to hell with them, to hell with Gandalf and his respect for them, he was nothing but an old man that thought she couldn't look after herself. How old did he think that she was 14? 15? No she was a legal American adult, she was supposed to be dead, she was as old, if not older than they were in the age of the key, and she was not going to put up with any more of their crap.
Moving across the room, she made her way to the exit, or rather the archway with out a pillar missing. Her feet made small pitter-patter sounds as her shoeless feet and the marble floor meet.
"Lady Dawn, will you please calm down and think about this. You have nowhere to go; you have been brought here for a reason, and have nothing but the clothes on your back, and a badly infected wound." Gandalf pleaded, trying to make her see reason.
Dawn paused before turning around and faced the old wizard. "What does it matter? I have been brought here because someone has to stop a new 'big bad', and this time they decided that someone was gonna be me. They picked me because they knew that I wouldn't get pulled away from them, because they think that I am stupid enough to fall for a deal in which they say:
"You help these people and full-fill you true prophecy, allowing countless others to achieve theirs and then you will be free to return to your home
land, where you can carry on as normal, and live happily ever after." But you know what Gandalf?" She smiled sadly at him, and glanced over at the oracles before turning her full attention back to him. "They don't tell you about the part, where it's hard to fit in, or if time happens at a different rate in either dimension, or if you'll really be happy. They can't guarantee that thing's will go back to the way they were before.
'Happy ever after' Gandalf? 'Happy ever after' only ever happens in books, stories and fairy tales. 'Happy ever after' doesn't happen in real life, in reality, I know that. I've accepted that, but it doesn't mean to say that it saddens me to know that it can't be true.
But just because I have accepted it doesn't mean to say that I don't want it, don't crave it. It just makes me want peace and oblivion all the more." A single tear ran out the corner of her eye, "Is that so hard to understand?" She whispered fervently trying to make him understand.
"No it isn't, but the Valar will decide when you get that peace, not you. Lady Dawn, go out through that archway, and you shall surely die." Gandalf said desperately, hoping to put some sense in her. "I did not save you so that you could kill your-self." He called out.
The Oracles watched on, if she was too go out of that exit, then Middle- Earth would fall, Sauron, and darkness would rule. But what could they do? They had tried to make her see sense, but she was hurt, unable to see what could happen if she was too fail. If they did not arrive soon, and she left, all would be lost.
"Who says that I wanted to be saved? You don't want me to die, but I hope that I do, soon, as soon as possible in fact. Do not grieve, for I am not sad to go." She turned and strode determinedly towards the archway, she didn't want to see their faces, didn't want to remember them as she died, pleading with her not to go. She didn't want to die seeing his disappointment in her. Obviously slayers were not the only people to have death wishes.
"How can you give up now? After everything you have been through so far to reach this place?" He asked.
Dawn didn't answer as she stepped up to the archway, and had managed to cross part way through when she collided with some-thing. The force of collision pushed her back, causing her to fall, and slide along the smooth marble floor.
The dark shape also stumbled out of the door, and looked over at Dawn with a mischievous grin on his face. "Hey Kid, no time long see! Hope you weren't about to leave without sayin' goodbye to your old pal?"
A/N: Ahhh cliff-hanger?! Who do you think it will be or have I given it away already? Let me know, you might get the next chapter posted quicker if you do!
A/N: Will be a Dawn/Legolas fic eventually! Unfortunately, or fortunately depending on how you look at it, I got another idea for this fic's plot which, while it will stretch out the story, means the romance may take a little longer to develop! Gandalf is only it at the moment as a connection to the fellowship, and a way for Dawn to travel to M.E; I don't want anyone getting the wrong idea about the two of them, cause.that's just wrong! Friend relationship only! Remember to review cause then I know that I'm heading in the right direction! Enjoy!
Chapter 4
"I bid you awake, Gandalf the Grey, and Dawn Summers, sister of the slayer, and she who is powerful in her own right. You have been brought here by the command of the Valar Gandalf the Grey, to you Dawn Summers they are known as 'The Powers That Be'."
"Hurry, rouse yourselves," and insistent voice broke in. "The Valar are breaking many rules made long ago to bring you here."
Dawn blinked and shielded her eyes from the light that surrounded her.
She croaked, trying to find the old man in what appeared to be a square room.
There were pillars at each archway, indicating the entrances and exits. The wall seemed as if it was made by marble, and a mist covered the hard and icy floor. A bright light glared in to Dawn's eyes, flinching she squeezed them shut again, trying to block out the obtrusive colour.
"Do not think that your trials and tribulations throughout the dimensions between the land of the living and the land of death have gone on unnoticed." The voice was soft and powerful, surreal and spiritual as it echoed through the air, and swirled in the mist.
Dawn's body was sore, her muscles stiff from her strenuous activity. Her head pounded and throbbed as blood raced through her veins and hammered against her skull.
She lay quietly, unmoving, as she was still unaware of where she was. During uncertain times it was sometimes better to play dead, or rather unconscious. Information that was useful or required was often spoken more freely between the minions if the guards suspected their prisoners to be out cold.
"I am here, I am here. Do not fret so Lady Dawn. The Valar are wise beyond our belief and existence. They belong to a higher plane entirely." Although the voice was reprimanding, as one would use to tell off a young child, it was comforting, familiar.
Dawn gritted her teeth, annoyed at Gandalf references to the Valar, and his treatment and beliefs of her character.
'Because, they are after all, so bloody fantastic. I mean they just couldn't make my life any nicer since I was disguised as a human, human.I'm not even referring to myself as human.but then I'm not am I? I was made from Buffy. But then again they couldn't have made Buffy's life any easier, would they? Not even if it was a higher wage, or more hours, extra overtime.
Yes, after all the Powers have done for us, I should be grateful- BULLSHIT.' Dawns thoughts swirled round and round her head, faster and faster, louder and louder, until they were screaming out, demanding a release.
"Lady Dawn," scolded Gandalf "you should not speak such language to the Valar, indeed you should not even know such language to use against them." His voice boomed out filled with anger, his eyes with rage, at her disrespect of the elders.
But it did little to curb Dawns fury of being summoned before them, of being their little pawn for her entire existence. Only then did she realise that she had spoken the last of her thoughts out loud.
"Do not tell me of how I should think, feel, react, or of how I should address the them, I am well acquainted with the Valar." She replied scathingly, "but they have done little to earn my respect or gratitude. For reasons they well understand." Dawn stressed the last few words bitterly, wanting to see a reaction from the figures in front of them.
Wrapped in what appeared to be togas, they stood, tall and proud, arrogant, before them. They were the opposite of each other, black and white, ying and yang.
The male had blonde hair, pale blonde eyes, ice like, showing that he little warmth inside his heart, his soul.
The woman had dark hair, deep blue sapphire eyes, showing a tenderness that was absent in the eyes of her companion. Even then Dawn could tell which voice belonged to which figure.
"What has happened in the past was done to shape the future, your destiny-"
"Leave the past in the past where it belongs-"
"You cannot change the past anymore than you can hide or run from you destiny-
"Or change what was meant to be.
The Oracles spoke as they had one mind, and one mind only, they finished each others sentences, never pausing, never hesitate, never seeming to think about what the other has just said.
"Events that have previously taken place have all happened for a reason, they have not been conceived for our own amusement." "You have no idea how close your world has come to ending several times." The females voice was soft and she was trying to calm Dawn, trying to make her understand and to listen, but instead she was having the opposite effect.
"No, I have no idea how close the world was to ending because I was never there was I? You have such an easy job; sit up here all safe, leaving other people to do your work, to save your people, to live in your harsh and cruel world. You would not be so loving of your world if you spent more than one day in it."
"I cannot deny that you have been through much, have seen much-" The woman started.
"But why do you keep doing it if you don't care? Why not let it all finish and be done with it?" The male asked.
"Because who else will if we don't? Just because I hate the life that I have been given does not mean that I wish for others to have the same punishment as I have." Dawn spat out.
"Lady Dawn, calm yourself, think about what you are saying, it is an honour to serve the Valar, even more so to be called before them. Try to respond with civilised decency at least." Gandalf snapped.
"We need to work together now-"
"To have a mutual respect and-" Dawn ignored Gandalf warning, instead cutting off what the male Oracle had been saying.
"Respect? Respect for what?" Dawn replied her voice full of resentment. "Everything that you have done has caused nothing but pain and grief. What have you done to earn my respect apart from meddling in affairs, which you can never understand?
The only time you respect us is when you need something doing, and even then we are nothing but pawns, pawns in a game of chess, which is apparently to complicated and difficult for us to get are small little minds around, you tell us that we don't understand the risks!" her voice was full of sarcasm, laughter, and fake hilarity, and a manic danced around her mouth.
"But, then of course you are right! We don't risk our lives every time we have to sort out your problems, your mistakes, and your universe!"
Her demeanour quickly changed and the fake joy and understanding that had once been there was now absent. "To you we are nothing but pawns, expendable, like the slayers, one dies but another rises to take her place. You will have no respect from me now, and don't think that you will be receiving any from me in the future" Her voice had risen higher and higher in her last statement until she was screaming at the oracles.
"To full-fill your destiny-" The woman started to speak again before she was cut off by Dawn.
"My destiny?" Dawn whispered harshly. "Will you shut up with this crap about my destiny?!" She exploded. "To have a destiny you have to be real. I'm not real!"
Her eye colour had changed, no longer hard and icy, but dark and deep, as turbulent as the ocean. Emotions were tossed around, turned and swept away before being replaced with another emotion that they had not the time to label before it was gone. Gone, and another more powerful emotion standing in its place.
As her uncontrolled anger and fury grew, so did her power. It was rising, closer and closer to the surface, you could see it in those eyes, those eyes that you were unable to forget, that stayed forever burnt and etched in your mind. Never in the rest of his life did Gandalf forget those haunted eyes.
Those around her took a step back, waiting for her anger to blow, wanting to get out of the way, not to be the first in the firing line. Her emotions and power were strong. Her power was feeding off of her emotions. They didn't want her to the emotions which she held tightly inside; already she was close to losing her control.
Giving an enraged cry like that of a trapped animal, she turned, and hurled her fist towards the stone pillar. A loud crunch was heard as her fist and the marble connected. But it was not her fist, which gave way; it was the marble.
A large crack was visible in the stone from where the force of her punch had split the stone. It grew bigger, and bigger, running further and further up the pillar, smaller cracks forming and branching off as they formed their own patterns.
As the cracks became more obvious, splinters of the pillar began to fall away, larger the pieces of marble became. The ground began to vibrate beneath them, as the sound of falling rock became stronger and louder.
Dust was swirling around Dawn as she backed away from the falling pillar. There was a loud crash, similar to the of thunder; with another puff of dust and grit the entire pillar gave way, the noise dying away as quickly and quietly as it begun.
Looking down Dawn could see the pile of rubble centimetres away from her bare feet. Which she noticed were very dirty, in great need of a wash. "Oh god." She breathed moving away, "oh god, oh god." What had she done? Where had that power and strength come from?
Dawn stumbled back away from the pile of ruin, her legs giving out once she was away from the danger, slamming her body against the hard floor. Her skin connected with the floor with a slap. Silent tears streamed down her face, but she made no sound. She had gotten good over the years of masking the sounds of her crying. There had always been plenty of practise, the deaths of Rhonda, Kennedy and many other young friends that had meet brutal ends, which were not always quick, but usually painful and gory.
She silently willed her self not to shake, not to show a weakness. A weakness that they would use against her; against the people she loved. She had seen the innocent die, because it was the quickest and easiest, the most painful way of hurting those the demon wished to get too. Of making its target weak, defenceless, easy to kill.
Gandalf had been forgotten in all of the commotion, and he stood to the side, watching and listening intently to the scene before him. Watched the interaction between Dawn and the Oracles, watched her resentment and anger.
"You see Dawn, you have a destiny here, a purpose. You were brought here for a reason." The woman tried to explain once again.
"Well maybe I don't want to have a use, maybe I don't want to be discarded once you have got what you wanted from me." Dawn said, standing up. "Because you see, I was under the impression that I was sent here because an ex-hell Goddess tried to sacrifice me, and the tiny fact that it worked." Her answer full of sarcasm, disrespect in every pore of the speech. Her tears had faded away as her anger once again started to burn bright.
"You are not a child, stop acting like one!" The man snapped, having lost his patience.
"No! See, while I'm supposedly 21 in human years, I've only existed as Dawn Summers for five of the, so I have got a lot of catching up to do, and if that means acting like a child, eating junk food, and being a pain in the arse then I shall!
I'm outta here."
She'd had enough, of their commands, their thoughts any thing related to them, to hell with them, to hell with Gandalf and his respect for them, he was nothing but an old man that thought she couldn't look after herself. How old did he think that she was 14? 15? No she was a legal American adult, she was supposed to be dead, she was as old, if not older than they were in the age of the key, and she was not going to put up with any more of their crap.
Moving across the room, she made her way to the exit, or rather the archway with out a pillar missing. Her feet made small pitter-patter sounds as her shoeless feet and the marble floor meet.
"Lady Dawn, will you please calm down and think about this. You have nowhere to go; you have been brought here for a reason, and have nothing but the clothes on your back, and a badly infected wound." Gandalf pleaded, trying to make her see reason.
Dawn paused before turning around and faced the old wizard. "What does it matter? I have been brought here because someone has to stop a new 'big bad', and this time they decided that someone was gonna be me. They picked me because they knew that I wouldn't get pulled away from them, because they think that I am stupid enough to fall for a deal in which they say:
"You help these people and full-fill you true prophecy, allowing countless others to achieve theirs and then you will be free to return to your home
land, where you can carry on as normal, and live happily ever after." But you know what Gandalf?" She smiled sadly at him, and glanced over at the oracles before turning her full attention back to him. "They don't tell you about the part, where it's hard to fit in, or if time happens at a different rate in either dimension, or if you'll really be happy. They can't guarantee that thing's will go back to the way they were before.
'Happy ever after' Gandalf? 'Happy ever after' only ever happens in books, stories and fairy tales. 'Happy ever after' doesn't happen in real life, in reality, I know that. I've accepted that, but it doesn't mean to say that it saddens me to know that it can't be true.
But just because I have accepted it doesn't mean to say that I don't want it, don't crave it. It just makes me want peace and oblivion all the more." A single tear ran out the corner of her eye, "Is that so hard to understand?" She whispered fervently trying to make him understand.
"No it isn't, but the Valar will decide when you get that peace, not you. Lady Dawn, go out through that archway, and you shall surely die." Gandalf said desperately, hoping to put some sense in her. "I did not save you so that you could kill your-self." He called out.
The Oracles watched on, if she was too go out of that exit, then Middle- Earth would fall, Sauron, and darkness would rule. But what could they do? They had tried to make her see sense, but she was hurt, unable to see what could happen if she was too fail. If they did not arrive soon, and she left, all would be lost.
"Who says that I wanted to be saved? You don't want me to die, but I hope that I do, soon, as soon as possible in fact. Do not grieve, for I am not sad to go." She turned and strode determinedly towards the archway, she didn't want to see their faces, didn't want to remember them as she died, pleading with her not to go. She didn't want to die seeing his disappointment in her. Obviously slayers were not the only people to have death wishes.
"How can you give up now? After everything you have been through so far to reach this place?" He asked.
Dawn didn't answer as she stepped up to the archway, and had managed to cross part way through when she collided with some-thing. The force of collision pushed her back, causing her to fall, and slide along the smooth marble floor.
The dark shape also stumbled out of the door, and looked over at Dawn with a mischievous grin on his face. "Hey Kid, no time long see! Hope you weren't about to leave without sayin' goodbye to your old pal?"
A/N: Ahhh cliff-hanger?! Who do you think it will be or have I given it away already? Let me know, you might get the next chapter posted quicker if you do!