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Post by King Caspian X on Oct 22, 2008 23:07:25 GMT -4
Caspian couldn't let her get away. He wanted that wand. "Sing one to me, please." he begged like a child. He embraced her one last time, and his hand imediately went for her sleeve. The wooden stick fell into the palm of his hand and he grasped it firmly, pushing her away. Finally, no more of that lovey-dovey stuff. Not with anyone but Susan. "YOU BETRAYED ME!" he growled, holding the wand in both hands firmly. "YOU HURT SUSAN!" he said. The heart-breaking didn't go as smooth as he had hoped. She didn't believe him well enough. But still, a heartbreak was a heartbreak, no matter how small. "YOU USED THIS WAND!" he hissed, holding it high. Then the King held it above his knee, ready to break it in a few moments. But first, he would here her last words before he forced her into the shame of singing for years to get another wand. "What do you have to say for yourself?"
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Post by katrina on Oct 22, 2008 23:20:46 GMT -4
She shook her head at his request. How many times things could he forget? "I cannot, you-" But she had to stop when the wand left her. The small piece of wood, no longer than her hand from the tip of her index finger to her wrist, was what she lived by. But she had been willing to part with it before, she could do it again. But now that he had her power what would he do? He knew she could simply make a new one, though it would take time unless she was willing to absorb the energy out of every blade of grass around her. It was a shame for a sand-wielder to take a new wand, but she would do as she must. Breaking it would only slow her down, not stop her. He could not use it himself, he had never been trained nor did he know any magic, whether wand-weilding or elven. So the possible use of the killing curse was no factor and did not grant fear. But his final request was one she would willingly accept, a final promise to the end.
She lowered herself onto her knees, never breaking eye contact with him until both her knees were against the stone earth of the moutain. With her head bowed, as if to a god, she spoke with a voice unlike any she had ever spoken with before. It was not afraid, yet showed no sign of accepting fate. It held no anger, yet there was no peace in it either. "Blessed king of Narnia," She said to her lord, "With the memory of my people's custom as weak as you have made it I take my moments now to remind you of one last request. It is the custom of my kind to be granted a single wish before death takes them. This wish can be granted anywhere in life so long as it is fulfilled before death comes. I beg you now to fulfil my wish. I have no wand in which to fight you, what harm can I do? Please, by the name of Aslan, grant my wish."
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Post by King Caspian X on Oct 22, 2008 23:26:39 GMT -4
"And what is that wish, betrayer?" he asked, still holding the wand firmly. She was on her knees. This was good. She showed no threat. Caspian... a voice much like his father's said in his mind. Look what you've done to the poor girl... Look what she did to my wife! he growled back. His father's voice, Caspian's conscience, was silent. The man still held the wand firmly, ready to drive his knee through it after she spoke.
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Post by katrina on Oct 22, 2008 23:31:32 GMT -4
He showed no sign of sympathy as he spoke to her. She looked up at him for an instant, showing him her tear streaked face, before lowering it. She had seen unresolve in his face and, better still, she had seen a sword on his hip. "Draw your sword, greatest of kings," She said without fear as she straightened her spine and held her head high though her eyes remained closed. She would hold herself with as much pride as she could muster, regardeless of the request that would solve the problems of both parties, "Draw your sword and run it through my heart. Kill me so I may not hurt you again."
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Post by King Caspian X on Oct 22, 2008 23:40:33 GMT -4
Caspian thought, and his heart sank. As creepy and disturbing as she was, she still had a heart. He had broken it on purpose, and held no regret. But what he hadn't thought of was the tears. He had had his heart broken before, and suddenly felt a wave of remorse rush over him. No one deserved to feel like that. But his hand grasped his sword, remembering what she had done to Susan. And after she swore by magic that she would never. But still, Caspian couldn't handle tears. Shouting, yes. Fighting, absolutely. Insults, no problem. Argueing, of couse. But tears? No. That he couldn't handle. He drew his sword and advanced towards her, but laid the blade at her knees, unharming her. It lay there in the cold grass, shining like the moon. "No." he said. "I cannot kill you." and with that, he brought his knee up and snapped the wand. It shattered into two pieces, connected by one -no, half - of a dragonheart string. "Do not harm my wife again, or I will not hesitate to kill you, last of your kind." he said. But for now, he would give her his mercy. Susan wouldn't have wanted her dead. "Come now, we must go back to the Castle. We're even." he held out a hand to her, willing to help her up. They had been friends, once. But not again. Not now, at least. Damn those tears.
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Post by katrina on Oct 23, 2008 0:05:33 GMT -4
She dropped again onto the stone beneath her and dug her finger between the cracks ignoring the pain as the jagged edges cliced through her skin. What he had 'given' her was worse than death. Wandless and loveless was a way she could not survive. Without her wand she could make it on the faint chance he would come back and sing the heartsong as he promised. Without him she could somehow manage to focus her life's work on training the next of her kind. Perhaps more than one apprentice so she could ensure the tradition would live on even if one faced death as she did. But without both . . . there was nothing.
She pulled her hand from inbetween the rocks, bits of flesh and blood struggled to hold their place as she reached for the sword. She ran her finger across it's cool and untainted blade, staining it with her blood. When her hand reached the hilt she grasped it. She looked up then, her tears still fresh, noticing his offered hand for the first time, "No," She cried, "There is no even for us anymore. Fate has turned against me, the stars hide their fortune, luck has gone sour, and Aslan has hated me. With this there is no even, there is no balance. I am beyond the unreachable, I am forever lost in shame and hatered of this world. There is no redemption for me. Without my wish I shall not be in Starfields with my father and mother but in the Fireplanes with your mother. But I will allow this eternal shame without my heart over this life of torment, misery, and woe. Goodby Caspian, my truest and only love, and promised singer of my heartsong, I will remember you in hell and pray I never see you." She took the blade and , with not a second to hesitate or allow anyone, not of Caspian, her mind, or any outside force, to stop her, thrustt it into her belly. Should the heartsong have been sung she would not have done this, no mater what Caspian would have done or said. She fell on her side as blood flowed like water from her wound. She withdrew the blade to allow more flow and bringing her death closer.
"No matter where I go I will alwasys love my Caspian."
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Post by King Caspian X on Oct 23, 2008 0:17:46 GMT -4
Caspian's eyes went wide. This was wrong. This was very wrong. What have you done, Caspian? You've killed her! The man paced back and forth, back and forth. But she hadn't asked for a heartsong, she had asked for death! How as he supposed to know... Ah, forget it! It didn't matter what he did and didn't know, what mattered was that he was wasting time. What would Susan do? What would Aslan do? Death wasn't even. He paced and paced. Susan would have at least tried to save her, wouldn't she have? Susan always, somehow, in that big heart of hers, found the good in her enemies. Caspian scooped the bleeding girl up into his arms and ran for the castle. She could still be saved. The nurses there were experienced with battle wounds like these. It wouldn't take him long to get to the Castle. They were running downhill, and this was an emergency to save a life. What the hell had she been thinking? Surely, she was the dumbest elf Caspian had ever met, but the bravest. She had killed his father to protect herself from death, and now she tried to take her own life. This thought made him angery, especially when he realized that his foolish quest for revenge had played apart in making his father's death in vain. "Aw, come on, don't die." he said, bursting through the castle doors. How many times had he done this with a woman in his arms? This was the second time in two days, and there had been plenty times previous. The nurses didn't seemed surprised at all this time. Their shock was that it was the elf girl in his arms.
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Post by katrina on Oct 23, 2008 0:30:21 GMT -4
"No . . . " she could speak no more than this. Her strength left her as Caspian ran to save her. It was not what she wanted. She would see Fieemane's chrimson muzzle in her homeland before she allowed his words and lies to stab through her heart as though she meant no more to him than a toy meant to be dissassembeled. She could take no more and death called for now. Nothing could restore her, nothing could bring her back, save for a mirical. But miricals did not exist. For her there was no way out, there was no wand, there was no love, and there was no heartsong. No elf would accept her, not after agreeing for him to sing to her one day once his heartsong was written. But the only man she could ever hope to love turned her down and destoried her wand, the symbol of her being. She could make another, but no second wand is as powerful as the original. She could no longer walk into her forest hime without forceing herself to endure endless streams of laughter at her failure. How would the Starlord see her now?
Peple swarmed around her now. Too many people trying to save her. If her mind was still complete she would have used a spell of elven magic, a magic she knew little of, to knock every one of them aside until the magic took her or she simply bled to death. But her mind would not listen. With every heartbeat her wounded heart struggled to make her mind slipped further and further away. Soon there would be none left.
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Post by King Caspian X on Oct 23, 2008 8:02:02 GMT -4
Caspian didn't know what to do. This girl was probably going to die, and it was all his fault. When he had said that he was going to 'kill her', he hadn't meant it literally. "Look, I'm sorry." he said. "I'm sorry I broke your heart. I shouldn't have done it. Please live, Katy." he begged, using her nickname that he had given her as a kid. Caspian felt guilty now. He willingly sat down beside her and held her hand to comfort her, but he would not kiss her or rub her hand with his thumb like he did for Susan. Such signs of affection were for his wife. This was simply the human thing to do, to comfort someone in pain. Why did this have to happen? He had simply wanted a little payback. But his stupid pride was now this elf-girl's murderer. Caspian knew that he was right not to love her, and that she was living in a fantasy world with him in her head, but maybe he didn't have to be so cruel. And she didn't have to do what she did to Susan. His wife could have died, and now Katy might die. This was so stupid. Two wrongs don't make a right. His consciences nagging voice. I know! I know! Caspian argued. "Please live, Katrina." he said, and squeezed her hand.
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Post by katrina on Oct 23, 2008 15:07:22 GMT -4
"Why?" She whispered using much of her strength. The question was one she had asked since her knowledge of Susan takeing his heart. "Why should I live only to suffer? When a horse's hoof is caught in a hole in the pasture and it's leg breaks the equestrian dose not simply tell it to run again. He takes he bow or sword and kills the beast there and ends its pain and suffering. It is the kindest way to heal, for only in death is there no suffering."
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Post by King Caspian X on Oct 23, 2008 16:01:29 GMT -4
"Because." he said. "You deserve to live a full life, not to perish at the blade of a sword that you thrust through yourself. It is cowardly." Caspian said. "You shouldn't die a coward." Then he went on, "I am angered beyond measure of what you did to Susan. Even after you swore to me through magic that you wouldn't harm her. You said that you would protect her, even. And look what you've done." Caspian said. "I was in rage. So I sought revenge. Squareness. I broke your wand for your broken promise, and I broke your heart because of what you did to my beloved." he told her. "But, I should not have gone on a quest for vengence. I didn't think that you would try and have yourself killed. I should have thought it out more. If I was in your situation, and Susan didn't love me, and would never love me, surely I to, would kill myself. If I didn't have Galen to look after, and Narnia and Telmar to rule, of course." Caspian looked down at her sadly. "I shouldn't have broken your heart tonight." he said. "No one should have to feel the way I made you feel. I shouldn't have tried to trick you. I'm sorry." He squeezed her hand again, trying to comfort her. "But you must understand: It would be selfish of you to try and make me love you. I have a wife and family now, and it would be cruel to pull me away from them. And, also understand, that if you lay another finger, spell, or anything against Susan again in anger or will to hurt her, then I will kill you or worse. But if you would please, just get along with my family, then my offer of friendship still stands. As I said, we're even."
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Post by katrina on Oct 23, 2008 16:17:40 GMT -4
"Then you understand," She said, "and yet you understand nothing." She spent long moments in silence as she though in the language of her people that could not be spoken in lies. It was her people's way to never lie, simply because their language was the essence of what they spoke. For a moment she opened her mouth to speak, her mind not yet returned to the real word, and the first words had not been in english. "Sorry," She corrected herself and returned to Caspian's tonuge. "Because you don't remember I can tell you, but only because I loved you and still do." a moment's silence as she gathered her thoughts came and went, "On the night I left you promised to sing to me your heartssong, a tradition rarely used by our people and never used between elf and human. The male wrights the song himself using the language of my people that will bind him to the words for the remainder of his life. After he sings then she may choose to return his chorus or not. But you promised to sing and I would return your words. But the heartssong dose more than simply bind you to me through magic, it grants love from the stars in a way diffrent than humans. Because of the song itself and the star's blessing I would have a child of your blood. It is strange magic, diffrent than that of humans and many fail to understand it years after they learn it, but you agreed and I waited for they day I would return and your promise be kept. That is why I greive now. That is why my suffering is so complete."
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Post by King Caspian X on Oct 23, 2008 16:29:13 GMT -4
"I've never written anything." Caspian said. It wasn't to hurt her this time, but simply a statement. "And I've never heard of a heartsong. This was the first time I've ever been told of what it even is. Katy, I don't know what happened to you the night you left, but I don't think it was good. I think you must have been attacked by magic or something, because I don't recall any of this, honestly." he said. "And neither does anyone else. No one remembers you or I even dating, much less singing beneath the moonlight like you claim. I think that someone has tampered with your heart." He told her. "And before you say that it's impossible, I know that it could very well happen. There are voices that bother a friend of mine from the Dark Island." he would hide Susan's identity in this story. "He is taunted constantly, and they've invaded his mind. He isn't insane or anything, but it does drive him nuts. It lies to him, claiming truths, and my friend once said that he even felt compelled to jump off a cliff just to end it." It felt odd, disguising Susan as a man, but it would insure that Katrina wouldn't know of this weakness of hers, incase Susan didn't want her knowing. So the King continued. "Maybe you are taunted by a spirit like this. Not all of them are the same." he said. "Maybe that's why you remember things that never happened." It was worth a try, anyway.
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Post by katrina on Oct 23, 2008 16:36:33 GMT -4
"My memories are my own," She said, "No one has tampered with my mind. With my people's magic as well as wand-wielding i have ensured my mind is protected from anything. Not even Aslan could penetrate my barriers, and once he has tested me and tried. Nothing has gotten to me, but perhaps to you they have." She reached out to touch him, but knew by now it would only grant offence and withdrew. "Perhaps if I would be allowed to search through your mind I might be able to see if anything is there hiding you from me."
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Post by King Caspian X on Oct 23, 2008 16:51:08 GMT -4
Caspian shrugged. He didn't have a reason to deny her search. "You can if you like." he said. Caspian knew very well that it wasn't his mind that was being tampered with. "But keep to yourself what you see." he warned. People didn't need to be knowing what crossed his every thought. "But not now. You are weak. You can search after you've been healed." he said. The nurses were still working busyly over her blade wound, and were getting close to finished. One of them walked over to a drawer and pulled out a needle and stitching wire, then came back to Katy and began to sew up her wound. Caspian felt a joke come to his lips, but he wouldn't say it because he thought that Katrina might laugh. Laughing wasn't the thing to do when you were being stitched up. It would only make it hurt more, and the job more difficult for the nurse, so Caspian kept it to himself. She could laugh at it when she searched his mind if she wanted to hear it.
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