Title: Knotted Destiny
By: QT
Summary: A new era is arising as darkness sets over the vast kingdom of Tortall. People are slain ruthlessly, cities are destroyed, people's hope diminishes rapidly. The only one who can turn the tide and return things to a balance is an unknown and unexpected hero.
Disclaimer: I don't own any of Tamora Pierce's characters, however, I do own this plot.
"..." Talking
'...' Thinking
blah Dreaming
Uusoae screeched as pain seered through her. Looking down, she glared at Kalasin. A human had inflicted pain upon her? Looking to where the human stabbed her, her eyes widened. A sword that glowed pale blue had been thrust into her limb. Rage boiled inside her: she recognized that sword as her brother's.
Kalasin pulled the blade from Uusoae's leg and rose her sword barely quick enough to block Uusoae's attack. Uusoae had morphed her arm into a spear to use as a weapon. Swearing, the girl yelled, the blade's glow increasing. "This is for Lerant!" Swinging the sword, Kalasin let it clash against Uusoae's weapon, a shimmering multi-colored goo seeping from the gash the Princess caused. "And this is for my family!" Again, the girl's blade bit into Uusoae, an ear-piercing scream filling the air. "And-and this is for everyone whose lives you've destroyed!" Bringing the sword around for one last blow, Kalasin felt her hit become repeled. In her mind she felt a new pressence, a warm, bright light, and a cool, dark mass.
"That is enough!" boomed a voice which pounded into the Princess's skull.
"Mother Flame, Father Universe." Feeling her body being picked up, she forced her eyes to focus. A warmth spread through her body as she stared up at Mithros. "Uusoae has disobeyed you yet again. She works with humans who her ties are closest to. She finds ways to get around your bindings that you put on her, and she works to destroy us!" Anger filled his voice as he continued, "My sister, the Goddess has been destroyed on Uusoae's account-"
"That is a lie," a voice that was neither male nor female hissed.
"SILENCE," cried the dark mass, his power bearing down upon them all. "Uusoae, this is the last time you shall ever disobey us!"
An enclosure of dark and light substances woven together surrounded Uusoae. Pound and yell as Uusoae might, there was no chance of escape.
Groaning, Kalasin clung to Mithros, pressing her face against his naked chest.
"Mithros, it is time to let her go to your brother. She belongs in the Black God's realm."
"Mother Flame, Father Universe, please. This would not have been possible without her. She is no ordinary human. She does not belong in my brother's hands."
"Mithros, you have mingled far too much with human affairs. I would suggest you not dissobey us," murmered Mother Flame.
The rest of the conversation, Kalasin didn't catch for she let herself drift off to sleep. She was so weak, she just wanted to rest.
Opening her eyes, Kalasin slipped her hand over the round mass that was her belly. The Princess stood at the room's window, gazing out upon her kingdom. The castle and part of the market had been rebuilt, but there was still great work to be done. The only ones left of her family were herself and her brother Roald, but she was the one who would take her parents' place on the throne.
Roald left to be with his bride, and help her rebuild the Yamani Islands. She was all alone now, with the responsibility to take care of Tortall as well as her child when it would be born. This would be the beginning of a new age. She had undone the knots of her destiny, and straightened the threads that were her path, however, all any it revealed was that her future would be a tapestry of challenges she would encounter.