Post by dawntango on Oct 29, 2009 14:10:56 GMT 8
A depressing fanfiction of the Wheel of Time. *spoilers* After reading this my best friend asked me if i needed therapy...*shrugs* maybe I'm just a sadist.
The dudgeons scratched out of the bedrock of the island of Tar Valon, deep underneath the White Tower were dark, as if all light and hope was painstakingly carved out, just like the answers were. Dampness ran down the cell’s walls, an inching, oozing drip that soaked the roughness of the blankets. (Why should there be comfort for an animal slated for execution?)
It was cold, so cold. (Or maybe that was just the icy creep of despair in Siuan’s heart.)
Leane was asleep; the Domani’s beautiful features were almost peaceful. Siuan was glad of that. The Keeper (not the Keeper now, just a limp ragdoll kept alive at Elaida’s pleasure) expected a plan from the woman she had served for ten years. (No plan, just dread taking her courage, leaving her nothing but empty fear.)
Blue eyes (no longer sparkling, no longer calm and strong) flickered shut as a hand brushed across a scar left on her ribs. (A reminder, Elaida had said. Siuan needed no reminders. Failure was bitter, acrid on her tongue.)
* * *
Siuan felt only dread and a sort of melancholy despair (was that the stilling or just the questioning?) as she was seized and marched to a room she knew all too well, shoved so she stumbled and fell. Stone tore blood from her hands; Elaida’s shoes appeared before her eyes. Some part of her, some last remnant of pride growled at being before Elaida this way. She tried to stand but flows of Air (ah, it dug cruelly at the wound that had been her connection to saidar, taunted her with the light ever beyond her reach now) snapped her flat. She tasted coppery, warm blood on her tongue.
Silently she begged the Light for some hope, for the one person she loved most. (But…nothing…She began to lose faith in the Light.)
Her screams echoed tauntingly in her ears. Whispers plagued her. (You break already?) All around her were only cold faces (once upon a time some of those ice-carved faces had belonged to friends) and shame joined the agony. In some ways it was worse.
Then she shouted her name. (Light, Moiraine, you wouldn’t leave me here if you knew, would you?) The questions scorched her, flayed her. The answers came from her bitten tongue in a bitter, sobbing rush. (Moiraine wouldn’t love her now, a broken parody who had betrayed her.)
I hope you never know. If there’s any justice in the world just think I was stilled and executed. Please…? She was an animal, clawing desperately for relief. Pride. Love. Duty. She let go of them, betrayed them until her heart was torn and bleeding. (Escape. Light help her she just wanted it to end.)
* * *
Blood. Smoke. Stink of groaning death. Gawyn crept forward, bloody sword heavy in his hand. (He had killed a friend and some remnant of the boy Morgase had sent to Tar Valon whimpered.)
Swords, silver and crimson, tore the air with screams and snarls. Aes Sedai danced, lightning crashing, fire splintering until one crashed to the ground, death wrought of the Power.
The Blue Ajah cut their way to the gates. Those who still supported (maybe?) Siuan Sanche were running. Blood trickled down his face. (And still men died)
The Tower seemed to groan.
The dudgeons scratched out of the bedrock of the island of Tar Valon, deep underneath the White Tower were dark, as if all light and hope was painstakingly carved out, just like the answers were. Dampness ran down the cell’s walls, an inching, oozing drip that soaked the roughness of the blankets. (Why should there be comfort for an animal slated for execution?)
It was cold, so cold. (Or maybe that was just the icy creep of despair in Siuan’s heart.)
Leane was asleep; the Domani’s beautiful features were almost peaceful. Siuan was glad of that. The Keeper (not the Keeper now, just a limp ragdoll kept alive at Elaida’s pleasure) expected a plan from the woman she had served for ten years. (No plan, just dread taking her courage, leaving her nothing but empty fear.)
Blue eyes (no longer sparkling, no longer calm and strong) flickered shut as a hand brushed across a scar left on her ribs. (A reminder, Elaida had said. Siuan needed no reminders. Failure was bitter, acrid on her tongue.)
* * *
Siuan felt only dread and a sort of melancholy despair (was that the stilling or just the questioning?) as she was seized and marched to a room she knew all too well, shoved so she stumbled and fell. Stone tore blood from her hands; Elaida’s shoes appeared before her eyes. Some part of her, some last remnant of pride growled at being before Elaida this way. She tried to stand but flows of Air (ah, it dug cruelly at the wound that had been her connection to saidar, taunted her with the light ever beyond her reach now) snapped her flat. She tasted coppery, warm blood on her tongue.
Silently she begged the Light for some hope, for the one person she loved most. (But…nothing…She began to lose faith in the Light.)
Her screams echoed tauntingly in her ears. Whispers plagued her. (You break already?) All around her were only cold faces (once upon a time some of those ice-carved faces had belonged to friends) and shame joined the agony. In some ways it was worse.
Then she shouted her name. (Light, Moiraine, you wouldn’t leave me here if you knew, would you?) The questions scorched her, flayed her. The answers came from her bitten tongue in a bitter, sobbing rush. (Moiraine wouldn’t love her now, a broken parody who had betrayed her.)
I hope you never know. If there’s any justice in the world just think I was stilled and executed. Please…? She was an animal, clawing desperately for relief. Pride. Love. Duty. She let go of them, betrayed them until her heart was torn and bleeding. (Escape. Light help her she just wanted it to end.)
* * *
Blood. Smoke. Stink of groaning death. Gawyn crept forward, bloody sword heavy in his hand. (He had killed a friend and some remnant of the boy Morgase had sent to Tar Valon whimpered.)
Swords, silver and crimson, tore the air with screams and snarls. Aes Sedai danced, lightning crashing, fire splintering until one crashed to the ground, death wrought of the Power.
The Blue Ajah cut their way to the gates. Those who still supported (maybe?) Siuan Sanche were running. Blood trickled down his face. (And still men died)
The Tower seemed to groan.