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The Clash of Majicks	By : LadyMoria Category: +G through L > He-Man Views: 4746 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Part IV
“I still can’t sleep,” Teelina said softly.
Groaning, Moria put her pen down on the table with a click. “Do you really want me to get in there with you?” she asked as an impatient mother would her child.
The Sorceress answered, “Not really.”
“Then get some sleep,” Moria replied, grabbing her pen again and dipping it in the ink.
After another few minutes had passed, Teelina asked, “Can’t you just put a sleeping spell or something on me?”
Sighing, Moria closed her book and put down her pen. “Yes, and no, Teelina. Yes, I could do that if I really wanted to waste the time and effort, but no, I won’t, because I’m already wasting enough effort keeping you in human form. Unless you would rather be tortured as a falcon?”
“Not really, but then again, I would rather not be tortured at all,” the Sorceress answered.
A small chuckle escaped Lady Moria’s lips. “I can’t help you there, Teelina.” She stood, replaced her book upon the shelf, and got another. Once again, she sat in the chair, but this time she reached for the charcoal and graphite.
There was silence for a moment or two. “You could, if you wanted to,” the Sorceress said softly. “But I can’t imagine that you would.”
“Why would I?” Lady Moria asked almost absentmindedly as she sketched. “Interfering with a rape, well, that’s easy. And I have no doubt it would be easy enough to convince Skeletor not to torture you for the information he desires. But would the point of that be? You still wouldn’t give him what he wants.”
“I would not give him Grayskull if it was my only chance for survival. That place is sacred, and not just to me, either,” Teelina said, stretching her limbs.
Lady Moria smiled. “Indeed.” She continued to sketch, occasionally looking at Teelina.
“What are you drawing?” the Sorceress asked after a few moments of watching the elder woman do this.
“Hmm? Oh, You.” Lady Moria said almost absentmindedly. “In that towel you were in.”
She could almost hear the Sorceress’ eyes widen. “What?” she asked incredulously. “Why would you be drawing that?”
A smile came upon Moria’s face. “Because it’s a side of you I doubt I’ll ever see again.”
Biting back a sharp retort, the Sorceress instead laughed. “I suppose if I ever get to go home I’ll need to draw one of you changing into your nightgown. For the same reason,” she added, laughing.
Moria smile widened gently as she continued to sketch. “Indeed, not too many see me in such a state of undress.”
Silence again descended as the Sorceress attempted to fall asleep. Failing, she asked, “Does anyone? I mean, has anyone recently?”
Lady Moria put aside her graphite and thought for a moment. “Does anyone see me in a state of undress? Not really. Evil-Lyn maybe, but that’s different.”
“Why is it difnt?”nt?” the Sorceress asked, genuinely curious.
Moria laughed. “Well, because she—“ she broke off the sentence. “I don’t think that’s any of your business,” she finished instead.
Silence again filled the room, but this was a different kind of silence: darker and colder. Not even the sounds of sketching were audible, for Moria had closed her book and put down her supplies.
After a time, Teelina again broke the silence. “I didn’t mean to pry, Lady Moria,” she said haltingly, as if unsure.
A sigh escaped from the older woman. “You didn’t, Teelina. It’s just that…never mind.”
The Sorceress nodded and rolled over, trying once more to fall asleep. She lay there in silence, as Moria continued to write or sketch for thirty minutes. Then she turned to look at the Dereskian.
“You know, I still can’t sleep,” she said softly.
Moria sighed and placed her book on the table. “Alright, that’s it,” she said, standing. “Move over.” She walked over to the bed and got in it, jostling the Sorceress over so she had enough room. As if sensing a change, the chains that held Teelina to the bed loosened slightly, and then tightened when she was repositioned.
After Teelina had gotten over the shock that followed Moria’s action, she commented, “You know, this is one situation I’ve never dreamed I would ever be in.”
A quiet laugh came from the older woman. “That is one thing I think we can agree on, Teelina.”
After a brief moment, the Eternian asked, “So, do you think Skeletor really believes that you’re raping me?”
“Oh that idiot? Probably. Between you and I, Skeletor doesn’t have much in the way of smarts. If he did, he’d have discovered who He-man really was by now.” A gasp arose from the woman beside her. “Hmm?” Moria asked. “Oh, yes, I know who He-man is. It isn’t as if it was all that difficult. Prince Adam isn’t very careful about transforming in the open.”
Teelina’s eyes widened in horror. “You know? How long have you known?”
Moria turned on her side and looked deep into the Sorceress’ eyes. “Ages, dear. Even before I joined up with Skeletor.”
“Skeletor?” the younger woman questioned. “You haven’t told him?”
Laughing, the Dereskian answered. “What? And deny him the opportunity to figure it out himself? I think not.”
Somewhat relieved, the younger woman asked, “You really don’t think much of him, do you?”
“Meh,” Moria sighed. “He’s not a complete imbecile, just…very, very close. Occasionally he has a good idea, but other than that…. Well, he’s Eternian.”
In spite of herself, Teelina laughed. “Like being Eternian is the equivalence of stupidity? If you think so little of him, why do you stay?”
A silent moment passed as Moria considered her words. “Skeletor is… the means te ene end I desire. He… has in his… possession something I want. Not that he knows it, of course.”
“And this… thing… he possession is enough incentive for you to spend your time among his pathetic ranks?” the Sorceress questioned, amazed.
“They are not all pathetic,” Moria mumbled, and then continued. “Besides Teelina, time is one of many things I have an access of. To answer your question formally, yes, it is.”
Teelina was astounded. “Wow,” she said. “It must be something very important to you.”
Silence greeted her in return, for Lady Moria said nothing.
“Teelina,” she finally said after a time. “Do you remember, a few centuries ago, when your Council of ‘Elders’ tried to use the High Magic against me?”
“Yes,” the younger woman said, uncertain as to where the Dereskian was going with this topic.
“Do you remember why it didn’t work?” asked Moria, not missing a beat.
“Yes.”
Moria smiled softly in the darkness. “Tell me,” she stated.
Sighing, Teelina commented, “I really think you remember yourself, Moria. Why do you need me to say it?”
A sort of twinkle came into the infamous amethyst eyes. “Indulge me.”
The Sorceress of Grayskull sighed. “High Magic is a series of incantations designed to attack the weak points of a person’s Magical level and use their own power against them. However, the series of spells was never tried against the Majick of the Dereskïgiä, which, as you know, is older and stronger than any other type of sorcery on the planet. And, since the Majicks of the Dereskians who die are carried on through all living members of the Dereskïgiä, namely you, your Majick is effectively flawless. Therefore, it has no weaknesses, and the High Magic couldn’t work. End of story.”
“Ah,” Moria said admiringly. “Very good.” There was a momentary pause. “Teelina,” she continued after a few minutes, “I’m going to tell you something now that I have never told anyone else save one. The reason I am going to tell you is because I believe you and I have certain… similarities that I doubt you are aware of. I think we might both benefit if you and I make a pact about those similarities.”
The Sorceress sat up as best she could with her hands chained to the wall. “What kind of a ‘pact?’” she asked.
“An unwritten law. One that both of us will swear to follow, and we will uphold that law.” Moria’s tone was dead serious, and the Sorceress knew without even asking that the older woman would never break the law that she proposed.
Teelina considered a moment. “What would this law entail?”
Moria answered simply, “Our weaknesses.”
“But you don’t have any weaknesses, Moria,” Teelina argued. “If you did, the High Magic would have worked.”
The Dereskian Queen shook her head, letting her moon-white hair cascade over her shoulders. “My Majicks have no weaknesses, it is true. But that does not mean that I, as a person, also do not.”
“You have a weakness?” the Sorceress asked incredulously. “And you’re just going to tell it to me?”
Moria smiled softly and nodded. “Yes. You see Teelina, my weakness is the same as yours.”
The protector of Grayskull’s secrets was shocked, and her eyes widened considerably. “W-what weakness, exactly?” she asked, uncertain and slightly fearful.
Moria turned and looked at the woman beside her with solemn eyes. “The weakness that any mother feels… toward her child,” she stated gravely.
Teelina was speechless for a long moment. “I-I don’t know what you mean, Moria. I’m certainly not a mother.”
“Yes, you are.” The Dereskian’s reply was immediate. “Of course, if you want to play innocent, I can always transport your daughter here and we’ll see how you react.”
“I….I…. I don’t have a daughter,” the Sorceress stuttered.
A short laugh erupted from the woman at her side. “Oh, it’s no use denying it, Teelina. And it wasn’t as if it were all that difficult to figure out. You Eternians are in the habit of naming your children after yourselves.” She grinned widely. “Or I suppose it’s merely a coincidence that there happens to be another redhead with suppressed powers in Eternia. And even more of a coincidence if the little snipe in question’s name happens to be Teela.”
The younger woman’s lower lip quivered, and she bent her head, allowing hot tears to drip into her lap. “How long have you known?” she asked, her voice rough and shaky with tears.
“Not long,” Moria said, tipping the younger woman’s face up so that their eyes locked. “Only since she was born.” Smiling wickedly, Moria slid tongue out from between her lips. Leaning in closely, she slid her tongue underneath the Sorceress’ eyes, wiping away her tears. “Mmm,” she murmured, rising. “Exquisite.”
Through tear-stained eyes, Teelina regarded the woman next to her. “I don’t understand you,” she said emotionally. “One second you’re being almost pleasant, and the next you’re being downright cruel.”
She heard a dark chuckle beside her ear. “Oh Teelina,” she whispered huskily. “You’re not meant to understand me. And as for my being cruel, if you’ll recall, I did mention something earlier about my weakness being the same as yours.”
The realization of what she implied suddenly dawned upon Teelina. “You have a child!” she exclaimed.
Moria nodded simply. “Yes,” she affirmed. “A daughter, just as you do. Which is why I suggested this pact be made.”
“So what exactly would this pact do?” Teelina asked drying what little moisture remained from her eyes.
Moria smiled. “It’s very simple. You do not hurt, injure or in anyway harm my daughter, including using her as a tool to get to me, and I don’t do the same to Teela.”
“That’s it?” Teelina questioned.
“That’s it,” Moria answered.
Teelina considered for a moment. “So, you’re telling me that you won’t hurt Teela, or even tell Skeletor that she’s my daughter, as long as I don’t hurt yours?”
Lady Moria nodded.
“You won’t hurt her in any sense, mental or physical?” continued Teelina.
“I won’t even touch her, with my mind or with my body,” responded the Dereskian, her tone as stolid and unmoving as a stone.
Not entirely convinced, Teelina pressed, “You won’t tell her who I am? Or any other secrets you know and she doesn’t?”
“Not a one,” Moria answered. “Not a single, solitary secret. I will not lay a finger upon the girl in any way, shape or form, as long as you do not do the same to my daughter.”
A small silence filled the room before Teelina spoke again. “Very well,” she agreed. “I will accept this unwritten law, and swear by the power of the Elders to uphold it as I would any other of my sworn duties.”
“And I will do the same, swearing upon the ever-present spirit of Eläni, and in the name of the Nine Sacred Hells, to uphold this unwritten law,” Moria said, closing her eyes and touching the place of her chest behind which her heart resided.
Silence once again descended upon the chamber.
“Umm, so,” the Sorceress commented. “It would probably be good to know exactly who your daughter is, so I don’t accidentally break our law.”
Moria nodded. “Certainly,” she said brightly. “My daughter’s true name is Moritënia Vadorian.”
“I’ve never even heard of her,” Teelina commented.
A smile broke across the older woman’s face. “No, you wouldn’t have. She goes by another name.”
“And what is that?” the Sorceress asked.
Her smile widening, Lady Moria answered. “Her true name is Moritënia, as I said. However, she is known slightly more …colorfully… as ‘Evil-Lyn.’”
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