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rainbowfic2012-06-19 10:39 pm
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Bone Black #5, Heart gold #30, Eisenhower Green #8
Story: The Next Ten Minutes
'Verse: Feredar
Colors: Bone Black #5. Grave, Heart Gold #30. Real love stories never have endings. - Richard Bach, Eisenhower Green #8. I'm as serious as a German film festival
Supplies and Materials: canvas (980 FY), pastels (my current gen+romance card I5 "nightmares"), charcoal, modeling clay, novelty beads ("Narcolepsy", Third Eye Blind)
Word Count: 583
Rating: R
Characters: King Sorell, Captain Pemir
Warnings: Referenced character death, referenced violence involving children.
Notes: Constructive criticism welcome, as always. This takes place shortly after Ten Minutes and directly references those events. Last Bone Black! I promise I'll write something happy tomorrow, I just wanted to finish the color, and...well, the prompts I had left didn't really lend themselves to happy things.
Sorell paced restlessly in the panic room where his guards had herded him at the first sign of trouble. Things had been quiet for nearly an hour now, as far as he could tell, but still no news. Which meant either that a rough, but comprehensive, report was still being collected, or that fighting was still going on somewhere he couldn't see.
Or possibly both.
He threw himself into his chair, closing his eyes and letting out a long, slow breath. It'll be different this time. Everyone will be all right...
But he couldn't shake the feeling that everything was about to go horribly, terribly wrong again. The fact that it was forty years exactly since his parents and brothers had been killed...
He shivered, and repeated to himself, Everything will be all right. It has to be.
There was someone at the door. His eyes snapped open and he stood again, as his guards let the chief of palace security in to speak with him.
"Sir," Captain Pemir said with a brief bow.
Sorell nodded, just as briefly. "News?"
"The attack is over, sir. All three perpetrators have been contained."
Sorell blinked. "There were only three?"
Pemir nodded. "Yes, sir. Only one was taken alive."
He waved a hand impatiently--the survivor would be tried and of course executed in time, that didn't matter right now. "Are my children all right?"
"Crown Prince Kellom was injured, but he is being tended now. I don't have details, but from what little I do know, he will make a full recovery. The other children are unharmed."
He slumped a little, relieved. "My grandchildren?"
A flicker of a grimace passed Pemir's face. "Prince Denill and Prince Entill are trapped in the latter's room. We haven't been able to communicate with Prince Denill, but Prince Entill says he's still breathing, just unconscious. We'll know more when we've cleared the blockage from the door."
Sorell flinched. "Have you told their parents?"
"Princess Sola and her husband are with the rescue team, keeping Prince Entill calm."
"And Keta?"
Pemir hesitated.
"...what are you leaving out?"
"Princess Keta was with the Queen," the Captain replied softly.
Sorell's heart sank. No.
"It was...it was fast, sir. Even if help could have gotten to her in the confusion, it would never have been fast enough. The Queen is dead."
He fell back into his chair. No no no no no no no.
"Sir?"
Sorell struggled to get control over himself. "Please leave me."
Pemir bowed. "I'll report again when we know more."
"Just go."
He heard the door close behind the captain and buried his face in his hands.
Nida...
For a long time, he sat shaking in empty silence, before pulling himself up. He closed his eyes again and took a deep breath. I have to see Kellom, and if they've freed the boys yet...and Keta, oh gods Keta saw it happen...
After that, he could lock himself in his room and deal with...and remember her. But his children and grandchildren had to come first.
Calmer, he made his way to the door. Without speaking--he didn't know how well he could hold together if he did--he started towards his grandsons' rooms. Of all of the children, they and their mothers would probably need support the most. It's where she would have gone, and would want him to go. And since they needed him, he could keep himself together.
For a little while.
For their sake.
And for her.
'Verse: Feredar
Colors: Bone Black #5. Grave, Heart Gold #30. Real love stories never have endings. - Richard Bach, Eisenhower Green #8. I'm as serious as a German film festival
Supplies and Materials: canvas (980 FY), pastels (my current gen+romance card I5 "nightmares"), charcoal, modeling clay, novelty beads ("Narcolepsy", Third Eye Blind)
Word Count: 583
Rating: R
Characters: King Sorell, Captain Pemir
Warnings: Referenced character death, referenced violence involving children.
Notes: Constructive criticism welcome, as always. This takes place shortly after Ten Minutes and directly references those events. Last Bone Black! I promise I'll write something happy tomorrow, I just wanted to finish the color, and...well, the prompts I had left didn't really lend themselves to happy things.
Sorell paced restlessly in the panic room where his guards had herded him at the first sign of trouble. Things had been quiet for nearly an hour now, as far as he could tell, but still no news. Which meant either that a rough, but comprehensive, report was still being collected, or that fighting was still going on somewhere he couldn't see.
Or possibly both.
He threw himself into his chair, closing his eyes and letting out a long, slow breath. It'll be different this time. Everyone will be all right...
But he couldn't shake the feeling that everything was about to go horribly, terribly wrong again. The fact that it was forty years exactly since his parents and brothers had been killed...
He shivered, and repeated to himself, Everything will be all right. It has to be.
There was someone at the door. His eyes snapped open and he stood again, as his guards let the chief of palace security in to speak with him.
"Sir," Captain Pemir said with a brief bow.
Sorell nodded, just as briefly. "News?"
"The attack is over, sir. All three perpetrators have been contained."
Sorell blinked. "There were only three?"
Pemir nodded. "Yes, sir. Only one was taken alive."
He waved a hand impatiently--the survivor would be tried and of course executed in time, that didn't matter right now. "Are my children all right?"
"Crown Prince Kellom was injured, but he is being tended now. I don't have details, but from what little I do know, he will make a full recovery. The other children are unharmed."
He slumped a little, relieved. "My grandchildren?"
A flicker of a grimace passed Pemir's face. "Prince Denill and Prince Entill are trapped in the latter's room. We haven't been able to communicate with Prince Denill, but Prince Entill says he's still breathing, just unconscious. We'll know more when we've cleared the blockage from the door."
Sorell flinched. "Have you told their parents?"
"Princess Sola and her husband are with the rescue team, keeping Prince Entill calm."
"And Keta?"
Pemir hesitated.
"...what are you leaving out?"
"Princess Keta was with the Queen," the Captain replied softly.
Sorell's heart sank. No.
"It was...it was fast, sir. Even if help could have gotten to her in the confusion, it would never have been fast enough. The Queen is dead."
He fell back into his chair. No no no no no no no.
"Sir?"
Sorell struggled to get control over himself. "Please leave me."
Pemir bowed. "I'll report again when we know more."
"Just go."
He heard the door close behind the captain and buried his face in his hands.
Nida...
For a long time, he sat shaking in empty silence, before pulling himself up. He closed his eyes again and took a deep breath. I have to see Kellom, and if they've freed the boys yet...and Keta, oh gods Keta saw it happen...
After that, he could lock himself in his room and deal with...and remember her. But his children and grandchildren had to come first.
Calmer, he made his way to the door. Without speaking--he didn't know how well he could hold together if he did--he started towards his grandsons' rooms. Of all of the children, they and their mothers would probably need support the most. It's where she would have gone, and would want him to go. And since they needed him, he could keep himself together.
For a little while.
For their sake.
And for her.
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Preeetty much, yeah. This incident leads to all mages being collared, period.
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Yeah. He...doesn't really see it as causing more pain, he sees it as preventing more deaths, but...yeah.
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Yeah. Whatever else you can say about him, he does genuinely love his family. Losing Nida...yeah.