Author's note - Okies, I'm an insomniac what can I say...I didn't get to see either of the Black
Dragon episodes so I'm doing things my way and so I hope that doesn't end up offending
any Black Dragon fans, but I just can't see making them all evil or insane, after all they
are pretty much the only family that Ian has...in other news I realize that I have made
Rhiannon rather young but I hope everyone one will look past that...and time line wise
Ian and Rhiannon met 3 years ago, so she gave him the ring 2 years before the start of this
story, or there about...and sorry if it seems like there is too much conversation in this
chapter, it was just the way the chapter wanted to be written...kicks the muse for
abandoning her when it comes to other stories...
Chapter 3
With Oriana slobbering all over her face Rhiannon couldn't help but giggle as the puppy's tongue tickled her. She could tell by the look in Ian's eyes that someone had told him that she was dying. She had hoped to avoid telling certain people, namely her brother and Ian, until such a time as it was obvious.
Gathering Oriana up in her arms she buried her face in puppy's soft coat. She knew she should have told him, but it had just been to hard. How do you explain to one of the most important people in your life that you are dying and can prevent your death if you were to place the last Hallow with its wielder. Sighing Rhiannon met Ian's gaze. She knew that while she could prevent her own death, placing the lance with its wielder now would only cause his death.
"I would have told you and Cian eventually Ian. I just needed some time to figure some things out."
"Time is something you have little of Rhiannon, so I hope you've found the answers you sought."
"I found my answers, but I am not willing to act upon much of what I learned."
"I don't understand"
"When Kenneth Irons used the Lance in his fight against Ms. Pezzini he set off a chain of events. When a false wielder uses one of the Hallows it sets of a search for the true wielder. Now each Hallow is part of a pair, the blade and the stone and the lance and the cauldron."
"I still don't understand."
"When the Lance was used by Irons it started draining energy from me, the wielder of the cauldron. Just as the blade would drain you or the stone would drain Sara had either of you been anything but the true wielders. The lance is draining me Ian and it will kill me unless I match it with its wielder."
"Then do it!"
"If I give it to its wielder now it will kill him. It will twist him and fill him so full of bloodlust that to save the world he would have to be killed and I will not allow that to happen!"
"You know him then, the wielder?"
"It's Aidan."
"Aidan, as in the man you're married to? Or as in a different Aidan?"
"Yes, as in my husband Ian. Now do you understand? If I had been graced with enough time I would have been able to prepare him but to give it to him now would be disastrous. The blade found Sara when she was ready, just as I found you and gave you the stone when it was time. It is not time for Aidan to be given the Lance."
"Is there any chance Rhiannon?"
"A small one. We can do nothing but hope. Hope that the cauldron and I have enough strength to hold the lance's demands at bay, long enough to prepare Aidan."
"Does he know?"
"Does he know that he is to wield the Lance? No. Does he know that I am dying? Yes. Is he here with me? He didn't come with me, but I feel him near by. Of course Mobius is in town, so he could be here for a Black Dragons reunion."
"What?!"
"Oh, they didn't send you an invitation? How rude."
"Rhiannon!"
"What? Just because I am dying doesn't mean my sense of humor had already expired. I mean come on, I'm twenty two, I'm barely over being a teenager."
"I know, after all I did have to spend quite a long period of time in your company and suffer through all those practical jokes you insisted upon playing. Well you and Aidan insisted upon playing."
"Speaking of Aidan, would you mind opening the door? I think my husband would like in."
Laughing Ian did as she asked, revealing a man he had spent a great deal of time with as a Black Dragon. It had come as no surprise to him when he had received the invitation to their wedding, in fact that had been when Rhiannon had given him the ring and told him of his destiny. Watching Aidan and Rhiannon together Ian knew that if by the time death come to offer its cold embrace to Rhiannon and she still hadn't deemed Aidan ready he would put the lance in Aidan's hands. If only to save her life. Rhiannon was the only moral capable of teaching all the wielders what they needed to know, besides he had come to think of her as a little sister.
Dragon episodes so I'm doing things my way and so I hope that doesn't end up offending
any Black Dragon fans, but I just can't see making them all evil or insane, after all they
are pretty much the only family that Ian has...in other news I realize that I have made
Rhiannon rather young but I hope everyone one will look past that...and time line wise
Ian and Rhiannon met 3 years ago, so she gave him the ring 2 years before the start of this
story, or there about...and sorry if it seems like there is too much conversation in this
chapter, it was just the way the chapter wanted to be written...kicks the muse for
abandoning her when it comes to other stories...
Chapter 3
With Oriana slobbering all over her face Rhiannon couldn't help but giggle as the puppy's tongue tickled her. She could tell by the look in Ian's eyes that someone had told him that she was dying. She had hoped to avoid telling certain people, namely her brother and Ian, until such a time as it was obvious.
Gathering Oriana up in her arms she buried her face in puppy's soft coat. She knew she should have told him, but it had just been to hard. How do you explain to one of the most important people in your life that you are dying and can prevent your death if you were to place the last Hallow with its wielder. Sighing Rhiannon met Ian's gaze. She knew that while she could prevent her own death, placing the lance with its wielder now would only cause his death.
"I would have told you and Cian eventually Ian. I just needed some time to figure some things out."
"Time is something you have little of Rhiannon, so I hope you've found the answers you sought."
"I found my answers, but I am not willing to act upon much of what I learned."
"I don't understand"
"When Kenneth Irons used the Lance in his fight against Ms. Pezzini he set off a chain of events. When a false wielder uses one of the Hallows it sets of a search for the true wielder. Now each Hallow is part of a pair, the blade and the stone and the lance and the cauldron."
"I still don't understand."
"When the Lance was used by Irons it started draining energy from me, the wielder of the cauldron. Just as the blade would drain you or the stone would drain Sara had either of you been anything but the true wielders. The lance is draining me Ian and it will kill me unless I match it with its wielder."
"Then do it!"
"If I give it to its wielder now it will kill him. It will twist him and fill him so full of bloodlust that to save the world he would have to be killed and I will not allow that to happen!"
"You know him then, the wielder?"
"It's Aidan."
"Aidan, as in the man you're married to? Or as in a different Aidan?"
"Yes, as in my husband Ian. Now do you understand? If I had been graced with enough time I would have been able to prepare him but to give it to him now would be disastrous. The blade found Sara when she was ready, just as I found you and gave you the stone when it was time. It is not time for Aidan to be given the Lance."
"Is there any chance Rhiannon?"
"A small one. We can do nothing but hope. Hope that the cauldron and I have enough strength to hold the lance's demands at bay, long enough to prepare Aidan."
"Does he know?"
"Does he know that he is to wield the Lance? No. Does he know that I am dying? Yes. Is he here with me? He didn't come with me, but I feel him near by. Of course Mobius is in town, so he could be here for a Black Dragons reunion."
"What?!"
"Oh, they didn't send you an invitation? How rude."
"Rhiannon!"
"What? Just because I am dying doesn't mean my sense of humor had already expired. I mean come on, I'm twenty two, I'm barely over being a teenager."
"I know, after all I did have to spend quite a long period of time in your company and suffer through all those practical jokes you insisted upon playing. Well you and Aidan insisted upon playing."
"Speaking of Aidan, would you mind opening the door? I think my husband would like in."
Laughing Ian did as she asked, revealing a man he had spent a great deal of time with as a Black Dragon. It had come as no surprise to him when he had received the invitation to their wedding, in fact that had been when Rhiannon had given him the ring and told him of his destiny. Watching Aidan and Rhiannon together Ian knew that if by the time death come to offer its cold embrace to Rhiannon and she still hadn't deemed Aidan ready he would put the lance in Aidan's hands. If only to save her life. Rhiannon was the only moral capable of teaching all the wielders what they needed to know, besides he had come to think of her as a little sister.
