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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 Nine: The Borderline Fades
Part Two

Within the hospital tent of the Eternians, a woman began slowly to stir. She opened her eyes slowly and was forced to shield them from the brightness of the light. She gradually became accustomed to the brightness and looked over at her side. She smiled slightly at the figure next to her.

“Moria,” she whispered, and then closed her eyes for the effort of her speech. Her voice was gravelly, rough and textured, and it made speech difficult. Her amethyst eyes closed, and she dropped blissfully back into oblivion.

She awoke several hours later, the sounds of a screaming woman in her ears. Her eyes snapped open, and she heard a gruff voice asking in badly accented Dereskian, “Tell me where they are! The secret books—tell me, Queen!”

Caerlin saw that she was no longer in the hospital tent, but rather in a cold, dank room, which smelled of urine and old blood. The same captain she had met was standing over a prisoner on a rack. He blocked her view of the prisoner’s face, but Caerlin knew instinctively who it was he was torturing.

“Moria!” she exclaimed, trying to rise to her feet but failing.

The captain did not seem to hear her, “Tell me! Where are they?! You’re the Queen! You must know where the books are!”

Caerlin tried once more to get to her feet, and stood, wobbling. “She’s not the queen, you whimpering, idiotic excuse for a person,” she said in flawless Eternian.

The captain turned around slowly, and did not hide his shock at seeing her standing. “What do you mean?” he asked, pushing her backwards. Caerlin landed in a fallen heap upon the stone floor.

“Caerlin!” Moria exclaimed, her voice hoarse and a small trickle of blood falling down her cheek.

“Caerlin?” the incredulous voice of Mindor thundered. He looked from the fallen form of the woman on the floor to the woman on the rack. “Her twin,” he said accusingly, as if it were Moria’s fault. “She’s the queen!” he told his guard, pointing at Caerlin, who was gradually getting to her feet. “Switch them!” he ordered.

Caerlin shakily got to her feet and was instantly grabbed by the guard. She gave him an icy cold stare, so filled with frozen hatred that the guard felt he could not move. He tried to place Caerlin in a rack opposite her sister but found that he was actually frozen in place.

Caerlin took a deep breath, cleared her mind, and felt her strength return, though she made no outward appearance that this had happened. She looked into the astounded eyes of Mindor, and said simply, “There’s no need to rack me, Captain…Mindor.” She looked directly into the young man’s mind, and what she saw made her burn with hatred.

“You desire the secret books of my people, is that not so?” Her voice slowly became more and more confident, though it would take an experienced ear to notice it.

“Yes,” Mindor said. “Tell me where they are!” he shouted, making a motion as if he were going to strangle her.

She raised her hand, indicating for him to be silent, and he obeyed. Even in her weakened state, Caerlin still possessed the regal quality that made anyone around her listen when she spoke or made a gesture. “I will tell you where you can find the books, if you will answer me one question, and do me one favor.”

“What is the question?” Mindor asked hopefully, like a puppy that knows he might get a treat from his master.

Caerlin lowered her hand and looked, not at Mindor, but beyond him, at her sister. “There were others in the chamber where you found my sister and I. A group of elderly people. They couldn’t have all died in the blast. Where are they?”

Mindor nodded. “Yes there were. Only three others survived the blast, the others were either killed outright or trapped beneath the rubble.”

“Where are the three that survived?” Caerlin asked in a tone that granted infinite patience.

Mindor looked into Caerlin’s eyes, and said simply, “They’re dead. Thy were nursed back to the point of health so that they could speak, and when it was discovered they wouldn’t talk, they were killed.”

Caerlin said nothing, merely looking always into her sister’s eyes, and not into Mindor’s. “Thank you,” she said unemotionally. “And now for the favor.”

“What is it?” Mindor asked.

Caerlin transferred her gaze to the captain, and said simply, “Let me get her down.” The Eternian nodded, and Caerlin moved over to the rack with her ever-present liquid grace. She undid the straps holding her sister in place, and let Moria down gently. She lay her sister down upon a nearby table that was fairly clean. It was the one Caerlin had been on when she woke.

“Rest, my sister,” she said in her own language, and cast a dreamless sleep upon her younger twin.

“Yes, well, this is all very touching,” Mindor said with a not-so-little amount of malice in his tone. “But where are the books?”

Caerlin turned and looked deeply into her ‘captor’s’ eyes. “The books,” she said simply, “which you would not have been able to read anyway, were in the lower right hand level of the town hall.” When she saw his black, vacant look, she elaborated, “The building we were in.”

Realization dawned upon the captain slowly. “But the lower right-hand levels were where the projectile from the catapult hit!”

Caerlin nodded slowly, sadly. “Yes, they were. That means the books were destroyed.”

“I know what it means!” Mindor yelled, coming towards her angrily.

The Queen of the Dereskïgiä backed away slowly, but it was not a retreat. “Do you?” she asked.

Mindor approached her, and grabbed Caerlin roughly around the throat. “Yes,” he said, a sort of angry ecstasy coming into his eyes. “It means you and your sister serve no further use!”

Caerlin’s eyes were clear and calm. “Does it indeed?” she asked, and swiftly kneed her assailant in the crotch.

“Oof!” he yelled, and dropped her, falling to the ground. Caerlin punched him in the face, hard, knocking him unconscious.

She scooped her sister into her arms, and sneered down at the cataleptic body of the captain. “Be thankful I am not the heartless murderer that you and your people are,” she said, and departed.
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