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The Dereskian Queen	By : LadyMoria Category: +G through L > He-Man Views: 2856 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter Ten: The Borderline Fades
Part Three
She ran with her sister in her arms, and knew she must go West. She ran, out of the dungeons, out of the prison compound, in search of an exit. Caerlin could feel rather than see that she was underground, but that did not phase her.
She continued on, coming close upon the exit. She burst through the door like a ray of sunshine through a cloud, and headed in the direction opposite the rising sun. She noticed the remaining stragglers of the Eternian army coming home, but she paid them no mind. She wanted nothing more to do with the Eternians; she wanted only to be home.
She raced across the capital city of the Eternians, and fairly soon had reached the gates. There was no longer a guard at them, so she concluded that they felt there was no longer a threat. Her heart sunk in her chest at the implications of that. But then she looked down at the woman in her arms, and a small smile caressed her lips. She had Moria, and though the rest of her people might be gone, she could still be content with the one life left to her.
As she escaped the city, a lone sentry at the door, half asleep, saw her go past, and recognition slowly dawned. He set an arrow to his bow, aimed it at the quickly disappearing form of the black-clothed woman, and fired.
Caerlin paused as she felt the arrow go in, but it was only a momentary pain. She knew instantly that, though it was a deep wound, it would not kill her, and she could keep running.
And she did. The archer fit another arrow to his bow, and aimed, but he knew that she was already out of range. He put his arrow away, cursing loudly, and went off to find his captain to report the incident.
Caerlin did not slow her pace until the sun had risen to its full height, and even then, she did not stop. She walked, fairly fast, carrying her burden as if it weighed no more than a small sack of grain.
When the moons began to rise, Caerlin slowed. She could see the faint outlines of her mountains in the dist, bu, but she knew she could not reach them without a rest. She reached a nearby cave that she had slept in when she first traveled to her homeland, and set her sister down gently, as if with a newborn. Only when she was sure her sister would not fall or roll away did she begin to check the severity of her wound. She tore her clothing away from the wound and used her fingers to judge the damage done. The arrow had struck just beneath a lower rib, fortunately not penetrating any of her internal organs. She reached behind her, felt the shaft coming out of her lower back, and cringed. The arrowhead had not come through the other side. She would have to push it through. She closed her eyes against the pain and grabbed hold of the wooden shaft of the arrow. Using what little strength remained to her after her run, she slammed her fist, and with it the arrow, into her back.
She gasped in both shock and sheer pain as the arrowhead protruded out of her middle. Breathing unevenly, she grabbed the arrowhead and broke it, leaving only the wooden shaft in her body. She pulled the shaft out from behind he, and tossed it and the metal arrowhead away. Using the littlest Majick possible, she healed off the center of her wound, but left the ends open once there was no immediate danger of infection. She left the ends to heal on their own, so that she would still be able to use the majority of her Majick to heal her sister.
Caerlin knew that it would not be long before Mindor sent a party after them, or even pursued them himself, which is why she had set such a grueling pace for herself. It was also why she was considering continuing onward. She crawled over to her sister, still a little woozy from the process of having an arrow removed from her middle.
She lay down upon her back, supine upon the cool, limestone floor. She looked over at her sister, who was still sleeping soundly. In the state they were in, Caerlin knew that it was infeasible that they would get any further for a while. She rested her head against her sister’s shoulder, felt Moria nuzzle closer subconsciously, and welcomed the arms of oblivion.
As she slept, she felt the familiar swell of a dream come upon her and let it take its course.
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She found herself within Castle Grayskull, standing once again before the great viewing screen. Caerlin looked down, and found herself dressed in a kimono-like garment, amethyst in color with black dragons embroidered on the sleeves. She felt eyes upon her, but did not turn around. She knew who was there. In this dream it was as if she could see from all viewpoints.
“Hello, Caerlin,” came a distinctly young voice from behind her. Caerlin slowly turned around, and faced a woman who appeared at most the age of twenty. She was dressed as her mother had been the last time Caerlin had been at the castle.
“Hello, ‘Sorceress’,” she said, speaking the title in mock respect.
The young girl looked up at Caerlin inquisitively. Caerlin was a good five inches or so taller than the new Sorceress, as most Dereskians were taller than Eternians. “Why do you call me that?” the shorter girl asked.
Caerlin smiled and looked the girl in the eye, her kimono billowing in a phantom wind. “It is your title, is it not?” she asked, a twinkle glimmering in one of her eyes.
“Yes,” the Sorceress answered. “But it seems odd coming from your mouth.” The language they spoke was neither Eternian nor Dereskian but rather was the nameless speech of dreams.
The Dereskian Queen nodded, and noticed for the first time that her hair was pulled back into a single ponytail, and was wra by by some sort of leather cord. “True enough,” she said. “But I imagine it would sound more odd if I called you ‘Zoar’, now wouldn’t it?”
“I suppose,” said Zoar, gripping the staff with the falcon on it. Caerlin had not recalled seeing it in the girl’s hand earlier, but determined that since this was a dream, it didn’t matter.
“I have an idea,” Caerlin said, smiling down at the Sorceress. “Since it sounds odd for me to call you by both your name and your title, I’ll have to think of another name for you.”
The Sorceress rose into the air until she was eye-height with the Dereskian. “And what would that be?” she asked, curious.
“Hmmm,” Caerlin said, her smile morphing quickly into a grin. “Several options come to mind.” She winked, and continued, “But no, I’ll be nice. I will call you… Teelina.”
The girl was silent for a moment. “Lynïa is ‘sorceress’ in your tongue, isn’t it?” she asked, calling forth her knowledge of the Dereskian language.
Caerlin nodded, slightly bemused. “The more literal translation is ‘magician,’ but lynïa can also be translated to mean ‘sorceress.’ The word tëe means ‘diminutive’ or ‘small.’ Or, in this sense, ‘young’ or ‘little.’ ‘Teelina,’ then, would be translated roughly to mean ‘little sorceress.’” Caerlin grinned. “I can’t really call you simply ‘sorceress’ because that would bring to mind the image of your mother. And I wouldn’t want my hatred for her to be reflected upon you.” Her grin turned back into a smile that was almost a smirk.
The Eternian’s eyes became cold and dark, almost to the point of being black. “You killed my mother, doesn’t that ease your hatred for her?”
“Not really, no.” Caerlin said, her smirk fading as she eyed the younger girl. “Your mother took me from my home and then killed my parents while they slept. You cannot possibly understand how it feels to be denied your entire existence and then, once you finally recover it, have someone try to snatch it away from you.”
“But my mother is dead now,” said the Eternian. “Surely that makes your hatred for her dull?”
“Do not lecture me on hatred, young one,” Caerlin said sharply, her eyes beginning to pinwheel darkly. “Your people, in addition to ng mng me from my home and killing my parents, started a war for no reason other than their own greed. And now my entire country lies in smoking ruins, and my people are dead. Do not question the power of my hate.” Her voice was icy but not cold, flat but not unfeeling.
She attempted to continue, but shuddered involuntarily. Caerlin looked down at her hands as they began slowly to disappear. “Apparently I must leave you now,” she said as her voice began to fade.
The Eternian tried to grab hold of the older woman, but Caerlin’s form had already grown too faint. “You can’t escape my people forever, Caerlin!” she shouted as the last remnants of the Dereskian vanished.
As the younger girl looked around for any clue as to where the older woman had gone, she heard her voice echo through the room. “I don’t intend to, Teelina. Farewell.”
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Caerlin awoke to the sensation of someone gently tap-slapping her.
“Sister,” she heard a familiar whisper softly. “Wake up.”
The Dereskian queen’s eyes slowly opened, and she was greeted with the sight of her sister sitting over her, her hands upon Caerlin’s upper arms. The elder sister rubber eer eyes gently. “Moria?” she asked, stifling a yawn.
Her sister smiled and hugged her. “Good morning,” she said, brushing a loose strand of hair away from her sister’s face and bending down to kiss her.
“Mm Cae Caerlin commented as they broke apart. “Very.” A smile appeared on her face. She sat up slowly, wincing as a sharp pain came from her side as she moved.
Moria looked concerned as her sister finished sitting up. “I noticed that as you slept,” she said, indicating her sister’s wound. “What happened?” she asked soothingly.
“It’s not important,” Caerlin said, looking deeply into her sister’s eyes. “How are you feeling?” she asked.
“I’m all right,” Moria said, absently touching her shoulder where a whip had cut her. “I healed myself as soon as I woke.”
Caerlin smiled, and hugged her sister gently. “Good,” she whispered into her sister’s hair.
Moria drew back slowly. “What happened?” she asked, a pained sort of look coming into her face. “Where are the Ancients? Where are our people? I can’t feel them I here,” she finished, putting her hand to her head.
Caerlin looked at her sadly, a faraway look coming into her eyes. “We lost,” she said simply, letting the first tears fall across her face as she finally let those words sink in. “Everyone’s gone. The Eternians killed them all and burnt the country. I think they salted the ground, too. I’m not sure, the thoughts I read were all kind of confused.” Her tears made speaking difficult as more and more began to fall. “We lost,” she said, her voice cracking, and she began to sob quietly.
Moria’s tears began to mix with hers on the stone floor, and they cradled each other, rocking back and forth slowly. “Shhh,” One of them said, it was inconclusive as to whom. “It’s all right, we still have each other.”
They sat, huddled in each other’s arms, for a very, very long time.
Eventually, Moria wiped away her own and her sister’s tears, and smiled. “So… what really happened?” she asked, touching her sister’s side tenderly.
“Hmm?” Caerlin asked. “Oh, that. An arrow.” Moria ran her hand across the wound and trailed her fingers around her sister’s side to rest upon Caerlin’s front. She lightly traced her finger around the edge of the wound.
Caerlin fought to keep a straight face, not wanting to tell her sister to stop. After a moment or two, she winded out of Moria’s grasp. “Quit it,” she said, breaking into giggles. “That tickles!”
As if on cue, Moria moved her hand away from the wound and instead concentrated on the rest of her sister’s midriff. She danced her fingers across Caerlin’s belly slowly.
The elder sister’s giggles increased as she collapsed onto the floor, rolling to try to get away (but not really.)
Moria draped herself lengthways across her sister, effectively pinning her, making it impossible for the older sister to move.
“Uh-oh,” Caerlin laughed as she looked into the devastatingly beautiful blue eyes of the woman she loved.
A wicked grin came across the younger woman’s face, and she began to tickle her older sister ferociously, rolling with her all the way across the cave floor, filling the caverns with their laughter.
After a time, they stopped, breathing raggedly and smiling at one another. Caerlin had rolled on top of her sister, and she smiled down at Moria, still laughing, without a care in the world.
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It was some time later when they disentangled from one another. The light was quickly fading, and they still needed to cross the mountains before they would get home. They had waited until nightfall, aware that they were most likely being followed. In the dark, it would be difficult for their trackers to follow their path.
They traveled throughout he night, and at dawn, they stopped again. They discovered the hollowed insides of a dead tree that would do for them to spend the day in. Before settling in for the day, Caerlin searched the surrounding area for fruit or berries.
She was gone for a long while, as the pickings in that particular area were slim. She finally found a bush full of edible fruit, but also covered in thorns. She gathered them carefully in a torn portion of her garment, using it as a basket. As Caerlin rounded the side of the bush, she tripped upon a protruding root cluster and lost her balance. She grabbed hold of the closest thing she could grab: the bush. The Dereskian Queen fell inside the bush, the thorns grabbing at her hair and tearing the remainder of her clothing.
Caerlin winced as fresh cuts opened up in her skin, but she did not scream. As carefully as possible, she got out of the bush and untangled her hair from its branches. Feeling around her face and arms, as well as her stomach and scalp, she realized that she was covered in scratches, some deep and some not. They were all over her, on her lower legs and thighs, on her stomach and breasts, on her back on on her neck. They had even penetrated her hair and left deep and shallow scratches on her scalp. Spots of blood began to form on the tattered remains of her clothing. She healed the worst ones, and left the others open. They would heal in time, and she did not want to lose all of her strength by performing a body-healing spell.
Recovering her makeshift basket from where she had dropped it, Caerlin decided she had picked enough berries for now.
She went back to the tree as quickly as her wounds allowed, placing the berries outside the tree and then entering the small hole. Her eyes whirled with shock, and she ran out, circling the tree and the immediate area. Moria was nowhere in sight.
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