Goliath
I am not Scott Westerfeld in any way shape of form though we must be related by a 1/60,000,000,000,000 of a percent.
I hated the ending to Goaliath, so think of this as a continuation, my way.
-All original characters and plots belong to Scott Westerfields
-Special thanks to my Beta Reader Barking Lizard!


Deryn/ Dylan P.O.V -On Alek's first day on Nabobs
Body aching, I woke up, covered in chunks of charred meat and soot. I was still in America! Which meant that the Leviathan really exploded…
Panicking, I check all of my limbs. I could never even dare to become a middy again if I was crippled. Luckily, my limbs were intact but, with some bruising and minor cuts.

Why was I always lucky in these situations!? I shook my head. I couldn't think about this now.

I jumped up and scanned my surroundings.
Through the moonlight, I couldn't see a lot but there was light emanating from a building, a very large fenced, building.

It seemed that Telsa's compound was still up.
I sighed, it was my job as an airman to take down hostiles.
It was safe to guess America was at war with Germany.
Telsa, the barking stuffed sod, made it seem like we incinerated them!
I looked around again.
That man caused all this mess.
It was my job to clean this up.
Sighing, I heaved myself up and stealthily climbed through the wreckage.
This was going to be a long night.


Alek P.O.V- after 1 weeks 3 days on the Nabobs
Volger made me dress-up for my departure from the Nabobs, I didn't know why until I was greeted with loud music and people cheering my name. Somehow, my arrival got out, which made Volger happy, but nervous so, quick as a flash, he got me to the throne room, where I was quickly proclaimed Emperor and sent to a feast in my honor.
I was bored throughout the feast; I would repeatedly kiss the air above some eligible girls' hand. I barely even ate!
My fear of a loveless marriage was slowly coming true. With Deryn gone my hopes have been thrown away, then ground and thrown to the four winds. I was 16 , how could they expect me to marry! I really had to make a marriage law about this.
When the feast was done, I retired to my quarters only to wail and mope about Deryn more. I hate that Telsa man with all of my being. He killed her! For what, peace? The Germans are stubborn they won't surrender till they all are dead. Deryn died for nothing. This is what killed me. Not that she was blown to pieces but that she was killed and for nothing.
I had to end the war for her, if I had anything to end it for it was her.
Tossing and turning, all over my huge royal bed, I desperately try to find closure, or at least sleep.


I wander the Leviathan hoping to find Deryn or just anyone on this deserted airship.
I try looking at the bunking quarters but sharp howls of pain and anguish, quickly change my course. I don't remember anything on the Leviathan that could howl like that.
Next I try the Mess and find almost everyone there joking and laughing as if they would never laugh again.
A random middy rises and yells "Come join us, ye stuffed prince!"
Shrugging I walk over to them and scan the room.
Deryn wasn't here, and Newkirk wasn't either...
"Where is Dylan, and Newkirk?"
The whole room goes silent.
"We assume they are alive Dylan should be okay but, Newkirk," The middy sighs,"His situation is complicated."
"How so?" I ask, suddenly worried.
"Let's just say, he is beyond help.
"
The whole room breaks out in whispers and hushed arguing.
"Can't you tell me something about Dylan at least, please?" I beg pitifully.
All the people in the Mess start arguing.
"Let's tell him!"
"We can't hide it forever!"
Suddenly, everyone screams and a humanoid beast runs in.
It looks like Newkirk, but more wild, crazed,…cold. He is 2 inches taller than I remember and has cat claws on his fingers, but the most disturbing part was his feet. His feet are a mixture of human feet and horse hoof soles.
Suddenly, Newkirk looks at me hatefully.
He utters in such a horrible, guttural, scream, "Stuffed Emperor!" and runs towards me at an ungodly speed.
I look around wildly, are there any weapons in this barking room?!
Quick as a flash, Deryn runs out from behind Newkirk and tackles him to the ground before me.
Deryn is putting up a good fight but it is obvious Newkirk is winning.
Newkirk is beating Deryn back with his feet, violently.
Flinching, I hold my old bruised rib, I know how that feels.
Deryn wasn't falling back though. She keeps coming back for more.
Newkirk smirks horribly and kicks Deryn with all his might in her ribs.
She flies to the floor like a rag doll with a sickening crack.
Why was I doing nothing!
Dammit move, you barking sods for feet!
Newkirk turns to face me, with something in his eyes I guess he would call happiness.
He walks over to me slowly and unsheathes his cat claws.
I try to move, but
I. can't .move!
Once Newkirk reached me he just puts one claw near my neck, draws back and...
Deryn runs in front of me as he just thrusts his claw towards me.
She falls with a gurgling noise, a cat claw poking out of her chest.
She looks up at me sadly, and falls to the floor, dead as the machines I piloted in my childhood.
Newkirk smugly laughs and shoves me-


Someone shook me awake.
"Your Highness, it is I Count Volger. You must get up. The Emperor has a tradition of touring his lands, blessing babies and such."
I groaned.
"I thought, I was the Emperor here!" I stated harshly.
"Im Gegenteil, The Emperor is a slave to his people. Though he may not show it, the people hold him in power; it is his duty to appease them!"
I groaned again.
"How long is this trip?"
"A year, Your Highness"
God's wounds!


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