I love cliffhangers! I love em I love m I love em! In fact, I can promise
nearly 3/4ths of the chapters in this story will have cliffhangers. Dontcha
just love me? Somewhat shorter chapter this time, but it was one of them
transitional chapters, so there wasn't much to say.
Disclaimer: I don't own BG. I only own Quinn and Raziel/Liaedra.
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"Hello."
A small girl stood in front of Raziel. She wore a simple white dress, and her golden hair and bright blue eyes seemed to glow out from the darkness that surrounded the two of them.
"Who the hell are you?" shouted Raziel, severely unnerved. There was something about this girl that seemed.... inhuman, and knowing the history of this temple, Raziel wasn't about to trust anything here that didn't seem right to her. She raised her sword and pointed it at the girl.
The little girl giggled. "Temper, temper! It's not nice to point sharp objects at people you've never met."
"I repeat, who the hell are you? Answer me! And no funny business!"
The girl tilted he head. "Don't you remember me? That's very sad. I remember you. You were very nice to me. Because of you, I could finally rest in peace."
Raziel blinked. She.... knew this child? "I'm sorry, I don't remember you. Could you... um..... give me a hint?"
The girl laughed again. "Silly elf! Okay, but I'll only give you one!"
The girl lifted her hand, and in it was a black stone with a swirled white pattern on it. Raziel remembered it immediately. It was the wardstone her companions had used to get past the shadow dragon when they had first come here. She remembered that she had placed on the grave of the child prophetess that had given it to them after they were done with it and had thanked her.
The child prophetess..... Amauna.
The girl laughed and smiled, jumping up and down and clapping. "You guessed it! Well done, Liaedra!" She stopped and looked at Raziel. "But why are you so afraid? It is me, you know, and not some silly shadow."
The girl walked closer to Raziel and sat down on a piece of rubble, her feet dangling of the edge. "The shadows have been gone a long time, ever since you killed that mean old Shade Lord. Amaunator keeps them away."
"So.... you're really Amauna? But that means you..."
The girl smiled, but Raziel could detect a bit of sadness in the girl's eyes. "A ghost? Yes, I am dead, Liaedra, so I have become a ghost." This was the Amauna Raziel remembered, the serious young girl who had helped the company fight the Shade Lord.
Raziel sighed and sat down, laying her head back against the wall. "So why are you here, talking to me? I thought you were up there, hanging out with the sunlord," she said, pointing towards the ceiling, beyond which lay the sky and presumably, the sunlord's domain. "Why would you want to comeback to this hellhole?"
"To help you."
Raziel looked up at the little girl with puzzlement in her face. "Why would you want to help me? I didn't think I was high on any god's help list."
Amauna jumped off the rubble she was sitting on and stood in front of Raziel, hands folded innocently behind her back. "You're very sad, Liaedra. You used to be so much fun, and so happy, but circumstances changed you so much." She shook her head. "It wasn't meant to happen."
"What do you mean?" asked Raziel.
"You had a destiny. You have a destiny. But you've become so consumed by your hate and self-hate that you may have lost sight of it. Or destiny may have lost sight of you."
Amauna sighed. "Whichever it is, you need help now to keep you on your path. You've strayed far, but the others will bring you back. And I want to help you. So does Amaunator."
Raziel shook her head. She was completely confused. This girl spoke as if she had some grand destiny, like she held the fate of Faerun in her hands. Unlikely, she thought.
Pushing her doubts aside, Raziel stood up. "So how exactly do you plan to help me?"
Amauna smiled. "You have to face the past before you can face the future. You have not yet looked upon your past and understood its meaning. You must forgive those that harmed you, and you must also forgive yourself."
Raziel raised an eyebrow. "Forgive those that harmed me? I doubt I can ever do that."
"Not everyone. Some deserve your rage. But there is one you must forgive. Quinn."
"I can never forgive him."
Amauna sighed. "Even if you can never forgive him, you must still search through your memories. You must understand them. Will you come with me?"
Raziel looked deep into Amauna's eyes. She saw no deception, only love and wisdom too great for so small a child. After a moment of thought, she nodded. "May as well," she said.
Amauna smiled. "Good. Then we shall begin when the other players come to join in this game, as you call it."
The small girl stood on her tip-toes and raised her hand, placing it against Raziel's heart. The elf felt a sudden calm come over her and crumpled to the ground. Her limbs no longer responded, and soon she lay on the floor. Before the oblivion that had gathered on the edge of her mind could descend upon her, she heard the child prophetess speak.
"Rest, Liaedra. Your friends will be here soon, and then we shall begin."
Then there was no more.
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The four travelers reached the temple a day after they had seen Raziel. Though Imoen and Kelsey wanted to rest before they went in to find Raziel, the dark storm clouds that had begun to gather overhead discouraged them. So they entered the temple, intending to rest in the main hallway for a few hours.
However, as they entered the temple, they found that none of them could sleep. There was a strange sense of foreboding, and of something watching them.
"Do you think Liaedra is doing this?" whispered Imoen.
"I do not know, child," said Jaheira.
"It isn't," said Sarevok. Even he seemed worried by this unknown presence.
"It's something unnatural," said Kelsey. At this, Imoen moved even closer to him.
Suddenly laughter echoes through the hallway. Soft, pattering steps came towards them. All turned towards the dark hallway, Sarevok drawing his sword. Jaheira Pulled out her staff as Kelsey and Imoen both readied spells.
A small girl appeared in the middle of the hallway. She looked over at Sarevok. "You shouldn't wave that sword at just anyone. I had to tell your friend that, too. Both of you should learn some manners."
"What friend?" asked Jaheira. "Speak!"
The little girl giggled. "All in good time, silly druid."
Then there was silence as darkness overcame them all.
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Waddya know! A cliffhanger! Next chapter you get to learn some of Raziel's dark secrets! And there's a lot of them, trust me.
Disclaimer: I don't own BG. I only own Quinn and Raziel/Liaedra.
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"Hello."
A small girl stood in front of Raziel. She wore a simple white dress, and her golden hair and bright blue eyes seemed to glow out from the darkness that surrounded the two of them.
"Who the hell are you?" shouted Raziel, severely unnerved. There was something about this girl that seemed.... inhuman, and knowing the history of this temple, Raziel wasn't about to trust anything here that didn't seem right to her. She raised her sword and pointed it at the girl.
The little girl giggled. "Temper, temper! It's not nice to point sharp objects at people you've never met."
"I repeat, who the hell are you? Answer me! And no funny business!"
The girl tilted he head. "Don't you remember me? That's very sad. I remember you. You were very nice to me. Because of you, I could finally rest in peace."
Raziel blinked. She.... knew this child? "I'm sorry, I don't remember you. Could you... um..... give me a hint?"
The girl laughed again. "Silly elf! Okay, but I'll only give you one!"
The girl lifted her hand, and in it was a black stone with a swirled white pattern on it. Raziel remembered it immediately. It was the wardstone her companions had used to get past the shadow dragon when they had first come here. She remembered that she had placed on the grave of the child prophetess that had given it to them after they were done with it and had thanked her.
The child prophetess..... Amauna.
The girl laughed and smiled, jumping up and down and clapping. "You guessed it! Well done, Liaedra!" She stopped and looked at Raziel. "But why are you so afraid? It is me, you know, and not some silly shadow."
The girl walked closer to Raziel and sat down on a piece of rubble, her feet dangling of the edge. "The shadows have been gone a long time, ever since you killed that mean old Shade Lord. Amaunator keeps them away."
"So.... you're really Amauna? But that means you..."
The girl smiled, but Raziel could detect a bit of sadness in the girl's eyes. "A ghost? Yes, I am dead, Liaedra, so I have become a ghost." This was the Amauna Raziel remembered, the serious young girl who had helped the company fight the Shade Lord.
Raziel sighed and sat down, laying her head back against the wall. "So why are you here, talking to me? I thought you were up there, hanging out with the sunlord," she said, pointing towards the ceiling, beyond which lay the sky and presumably, the sunlord's domain. "Why would you want to comeback to this hellhole?"
"To help you."
Raziel looked up at the little girl with puzzlement in her face. "Why would you want to help me? I didn't think I was high on any god's help list."
Amauna jumped off the rubble she was sitting on and stood in front of Raziel, hands folded innocently behind her back. "You're very sad, Liaedra. You used to be so much fun, and so happy, but circumstances changed you so much." She shook her head. "It wasn't meant to happen."
"What do you mean?" asked Raziel.
"You had a destiny. You have a destiny. But you've become so consumed by your hate and self-hate that you may have lost sight of it. Or destiny may have lost sight of you."
Amauna sighed. "Whichever it is, you need help now to keep you on your path. You've strayed far, but the others will bring you back. And I want to help you. So does Amaunator."
Raziel shook her head. She was completely confused. This girl spoke as if she had some grand destiny, like she held the fate of Faerun in her hands. Unlikely, she thought.
Pushing her doubts aside, Raziel stood up. "So how exactly do you plan to help me?"
Amauna smiled. "You have to face the past before you can face the future. You have not yet looked upon your past and understood its meaning. You must forgive those that harmed you, and you must also forgive yourself."
Raziel raised an eyebrow. "Forgive those that harmed me? I doubt I can ever do that."
"Not everyone. Some deserve your rage. But there is one you must forgive. Quinn."
"I can never forgive him."
Amauna sighed. "Even if you can never forgive him, you must still search through your memories. You must understand them. Will you come with me?"
Raziel looked deep into Amauna's eyes. She saw no deception, only love and wisdom too great for so small a child. After a moment of thought, she nodded. "May as well," she said.
Amauna smiled. "Good. Then we shall begin when the other players come to join in this game, as you call it."
The small girl stood on her tip-toes and raised her hand, placing it against Raziel's heart. The elf felt a sudden calm come over her and crumpled to the ground. Her limbs no longer responded, and soon she lay on the floor. Before the oblivion that had gathered on the edge of her mind could descend upon her, she heard the child prophetess speak.
"Rest, Liaedra. Your friends will be here soon, and then we shall begin."
Then there was no more.
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The four travelers reached the temple a day after they had seen Raziel. Though Imoen and Kelsey wanted to rest before they went in to find Raziel, the dark storm clouds that had begun to gather overhead discouraged them. So they entered the temple, intending to rest in the main hallway for a few hours.
However, as they entered the temple, they found that none of them could sleep. There was a strange sense of foreboding, and of something watching them.
"Do you think Liaedra is doing this?" whispered Imoen.
"I do not know, child," said Jaheira.
"It isn't," said Sarevok. Even he seemed worried by this unknown presence.
"It's something unnatural," said Kelsey. At this, Imoen moved even closer to him.
Suddenly laughter echoes through the hallway. Soft, pattering steps came towards them. All turned towards the dark hallway, Sarevok drawing his sword. Jaheira Pulled out her staff as Kelsey and Imoen both readied spells.
A small girl appeared in the middle of the hallway. She looked over at Sarevok. "You shouldn't wave that sword at just anyone. I had to tell your friend that, too. Both of you should learn some manners."
"What friend?" asked Jaheira. "Speak!"
The little girl giggled. "All in good time, silly druid."
Then there was silence as darkness overcame them all.
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Waddya know! A cliffhanger! Next chapter you get to learn some of Raziel's dark secrets! And there's a lot of them, trust me.