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Post by goblingirl on Sept 19, 2006 12:01:13 GMT -5
*thumps*
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Post by Hobbit-eyes on Sept 19, 2006 16:51:03 GMT -5
*thud*
*doesn't move*
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Post by goblingirl on Sept 20, 2006 2:03:44 GMT -5
Update. I want this over with quickly.
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Post by Hobbit-eyes on Sept 20, 2006 4:46:57 GMT -5
*doesn't move*
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Post by reasonably_crazy on Sept 20, 2006 11:13:18 GMT -5
*prod*
*whines* Kaaaaaaaaaaaatiiiiiiiiiiie (the Fantastic)! Updaaaaaaate!
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Post by goblingirl on Sept 20, 2006 12:13:39 GMT -5
Um. It's just possible I've killed her.
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Post by Hobbit-eyes on Sept 20, 2006 13:27:53 GMT -5
*doesn't move*
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Post by goblingirl on Sept 20, 2006 15:08:31 GMT -5
Erm.....oh dear.
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Post by reasonably_crazy on Sept 20, 2006 21:22:04 GMT -5
well, if the dead can't update, what good are they? We don't happen to have a Necromancer around, do we?
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Post by goblingirl on Sept 21, 2006 12:23:22 GMT -5
*looks around*
Nope.
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Post by reasonably_crazy on Sept 21, 2006 15:05:24 GMT -5
Nuts.
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Post by goblingirl on Sept 22, 2006 10:28:46 GMT -5
Sooo....what do we do now? Get someone else to finish this story, or burn it?
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Post by reasonably_crazy on Sept 22, 2006 15:28:05 GMT -5
... How about an advertisement for a Necromancer?
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Post by Hobbit-eyes on Sept 22, 2006 16:24:48 GMT -5
Jeez, you guys can even guilt me out of being dead. This segment ought to explain a few things, but bear in mind I just this second finished writing it, so it might be full of errors.
Ashara was getting used to exploring her memories. She had begun visualising doors, and deciding on a memory to go behind each one before entering. By doing this, she had been able to revisit each of her memories with Sethan, and with Valistar, trying to make some kind of sense of what was happening. Valistar had never done anything particularly suspicious – up till the drugging, anyway. He’d been extremely friendly. If anything, he’d been a little too friendly. But Ashara had just been so relieved that he was actually a nice person, she hadn’t noticed. Sethan, meanwhile – she tried to imagine what it must have looked like from his perspective. He would have had no idea whose side she was on, or how much she knew… but why were there two of them in the memory of her mother’s death? Could he have an identical twin? Could it be this one – she didn’t know whether it was deduction which prompted this thought, or wishful thinking – whom the others believed guilty of all those crimes?
But she’d already decided that she trusted Sethan over Valistar. She didn’t need to do this. No – the reason she’d been going through those memories was to avoid thinking about another memory. A part of her longed to see – but another larger part would be happier for it to stay buried.
But she couldn’t put it off any longer. If she was going to make sense of what was going on, and formulate some kind of plan for when she got out of here, she needed to see what had happened all those years ago.
The door had already appeared next to her. Taking a deep breath, she laid a hand on the handle, turned it, and stepped inside.
The room she entered was instantly familiar, though she’d never remembered it before now. It was the main hall of the palace of Mirkwood. It all looked huge; the walls stretched up high above her head to an intricately carved arching ceiling. The shining floor also seemed very close. She realised she must be inside her young self’s body, and quickly stepped to the side. The room seemed to distort for a second, and then was back to normal proportions. But even back at her normal size, it was magnificent; beautiful carvings everywhere, and the whole room flooded with light, coming through windows and large double doors leading out into some gardens.
She looked down at herself. She couldn’t be older than two years old; her blue eyes seemed large in her face, and her black hair was only shoulder-length. She was holding the hand of a tall blond elf dressed in green – with the same blue eyes as her. With a lurch, Ashara realised that this must be her father, Legolas. He looked like a nice man, she thought, smiling through a pang of regret that she’d never really talked to him.
They were both looking at the open doors. Suddenly Legolas smiled and said, “Look, there’s Mummy!”
Ashara quickly looked over as well. Coming through the doors was her mother, smiling and talking to –
Ashara stared. She blinked. She stared some more. But there he was.
Her younger self tore herself from Legolas’s hand and ran towards them, yelling, “Mummy! Uncle Sethan!”
Her mother and Sethan had stopped, and both were beaming at the two-year-old hurtling towards them. At the last moment, Sethan bent down and swept her up into his arms, saying, “Whoa there! Angel, who’s this little fireball?”
Ashara had caught up by now, and saw herself frowning in annoyance. “It’s ME. Ashie.”
“Ashie? Not little Ashara?” Sethan took on an expression of exaggerated confusion. “You can’t be, you’re far too big!”
“I grew,” beamed her younger self, “Look! I got new teeth!” She bared her teeth at him.
“New teeth,” grinned Sethan, “That’s weird.”
Legolas had also arrived and kissed her mother on the cheek before putting his arm around her. “How’s the rebellion, Sethan?”
Sethan’s face fell slightly at Legolas’s question, and he handed the young Ashara back to her mother before sighing and replying, “There’s been increased trouble since the deaths of Vader and the Emperor – turmoil in some of the largely populated systems. People don’t know how to react, and the Skywalkers are having trouble keeping control, even with the Senate. And the Shadow League are hardly helping - word is they’ve already found three new Sith to replace Vader, the Emperor and Boba…”
“Already?” said Legolas, sounding alarmed.
“It’s not that surprising. They were monitoring hundreds of potentials,” said Sethan, “Apparently they’ve already found a new leader, and I hear he’s organising some big operation.”
Legolas shook his head. “Whatever it is, I doubt it’s any good for us. Any idea what?”
“Nothing definite, but I believe Middle-earth is involved somehow. I think both you and Angel should keep your eyes open…”
An elf suddenly hurried over and said to Legolas, “Your majesty, an assault on the main gate is underway. We can’t identify any of the enemy, but they seem to have definite hostile intent...”
“An assault?” frowned Legolas.
“Yes, your majesty. Three elves have been killed already-”
“I doubt this is a coincidence,” murmured Sethan.
“Angel, get Ashara out of here,” said Legolas urgently, “Arm yourselves, then head for the cellar-”
“I’m not going anywhere!” hissed Angel, holding Ashara tightly to her as though trying to keep her from hearing.
“Head for the cellar,” repeated Legolas more firmly, “And take a raft to the river. Don’t stop till you reach Laketown-”
“If you think I’m going to leave you here-”
“We need to get Ashara out of here.” Behind them, Ashara could see elves running across the hall towards the front doors, carrying weapons and shouting orders to each other.
Angel had turned to the man. “Sethan, can you take her?”
“What? Angel, I-”
“She’ll be safe in your ship, no-one can get in without a key,” said Angel, handing her over to Sethan, “Worst comes to the worst, you can fly her out of here. Here-” She unfastened her locket – HER locket, Ashara suddenly noticed – and put it around the little Ashara’s neck. “Just in case,” she said. She swiftly bent down, kissing her on the forehead, and said, “Be brave, darling, Mummy and Daddy will be back soon.”
“I’ll take care of her,” said Sethan, holding Angel’s gaze.
Angel smiled gratefully, then turned to Legolas. “Come on.”
Legolas grinned. As they hurried away, he said, “You don’t half make life difficult for the men who love you…”
Ashara wanted to follow them, but she felt herself drawn to her younger self – she couldn’t go beyond what she remembered. Instead, she stood with Sethan, watching her parents run out of the hall. She got the feeling he wanted to follow them as well.
“Where are they going?” her younger self asked.
“They’ll be back soon,” said Sethan. He took a deep breath, forced a smile and said, “Hey, didn’t you say you wanted to see my ship?”
The little Ashara’s face lit up. “Oh yes! It has a funny name, doesn’t it?”
“It’s not a usual name, no.” Sethan was walking out of the double doors into the gardens, and Ashara hurried after them. Even in this dangerous situation, she couldn’t help but appreciate how pretty they were, with the golden sunbeams filtering through the tree leaves.
“How do you spell it? It begins with a T…”
“T – A – R-”
Sethan rounded a corner and suddenly stopped. Ahead of them was a peculiar blue box, almost like a square cupboard, with ‘POLICE BOX’ emblazoned on it; and, lounging casually against the side of it, was Sethan. Or at least, it looked like him. But the expression on his face didn’t fit at all…
“Sethan!” he said, “Fancy meeting you here. What’s a Time Lord like you doing in a forest like this?”
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Post by goblingirl on Sept 23, 2006 13:46:44 GMT -5
*keels over*
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