The Golden Queen Series:
Disclaimer: This is a non-profit story and the characters in it belong to Joss Whedon The WB and Mutant Enemy. But Nimisha, Afraya, Thian..etc are mine! Please ask first if you want to "borrow" them.
Author's Notes: I have decided to place Vignettes in my story at different places. They are not chapters though, just think of them as little extra's that will give you more of the stories history. They will be clearly named when they come though, usually in between big events in the normal chapters in the story.
Vignette 1:The Birth
Allrelen
16 Allrelen years ago.....
Buffy screamed.
“Come on, Evie. Push!”
At Afraya’s eager voice she turned around and shot daggers at him from where he sat behind her - her leaning against his chest - gripping her sweating hand tightly.
“You bloody push!” As another horrible pain lanced through her tired and fastly weakening body she moaned into his chest to stop from letting out another painful scream.
She felt like she was being ripped apart.
Never in her life had she ever felt such pain. She knew the birth was going wrong from the instant she had felt the first sharp pain piece through her body earlier that evening and she had fell to her knees in the Council Room, holding her stomach in her then blood stained hands. Two of her maids had been horrified to find her in the same position minutes later. As she had raised her terrified eyes upon them they knew.
The birth was going terribly wrong.
But she had never imagined this. She knew that birth - no matter how distressing - was not meant to hurt this much.
The pain was angry, wanting to be set free.
But she fought it.
And it was killing her.
Suddenly the pain inside her changed dramatically. It was unbearable. She felt the mood in the carefully planed out birthing room change instantly. Panic and alarm filled the room as Buffy let out another terrified scream.
Something was terribly wrong.
The smell of blood filled the beautiful royal blue room as Buffy raised her head and looked at the doctor who had been chosen to deliver her daughter to her.
He was covered in blood.
As the latest contraction seemed to ease for a while, Buffy as well changed. Her cries turned sharper..more frightened.
She let out a horrendous scream as quick, sharp, thick pains shot through her lower body.
“Oh, God, Afraya it hurts!!”
But Afraya berley heard her. He was staring in horror at the middle aged Foltarian doctor who was covered in his Queen’s blood. He had trusted this man with his friend’s unborn child. A good doctor, one of the best in the galaxy, he had delivered countless high-blooded children - his own included - and had never had a single loss of life. But he knew now - looking down at him - that the doctor didn’t expect Buffy’s daughter to survive.
Afraya’s eyes went wide and he quickly turned back to his new friend. Gently he blew on her face, trying to cool her down, while whispering in her ear.
“Okay, Evie, we need you to stay calm for a little bit, not to push.” Looking down at her terrified face he suddenly felt a wave of pity wash over him. She looked so young, laying there in his arms, going through something that very well might kill her.
She was panting heavily as she raised her regal, dreamy, green eyes to look at him, trust radiating from their powerful depths
Suddenly she moaned and buried her face in the crook of his arm. She was weeping senselessly but Afraya noticed that she seemed to be whispering something.
He leaned down and wiped a stray strand of sweat soaked blonde hair off her face as the doctor desbritly tried to save her little daughter’s life.
“Buffy?” He whispered, trying to hear what she was saying. She didn’t notice him, she was beyond that, swept away in a tide of fevered pain, that had left her weak, crying in earnest while trying to grasp his arm in comfort. She was mumbling something senselessly to herself and tossing her head from side to side, fevered. Afraya looked down at her beautiful tear streaked face that would - ever so often - scrunch up in pain, horrible emotions flit across her face. He leaned down and gave her a kiss on her forehead, where the moon was flashing furiously, picking up on the unusual pain that was piecing through its mistress.
Turning his head he saw that the doctor was staring at him in shock. Wondering how he ever got away with being so informal with their leader. Afraya shot him a dark, angry glance and the man quickly went back to his task.
But the blood just kept on coming.
“Okay...okay....everyone just stay calm.” said the anything but doctor as he raised his eyes and once again looked at Afraya.
“There is just to much blood, my friend. The girl child can not possibly still be alive.” holding up his bloody hands in illustration. But to Afraya he sounded like he was giving up and Afraya felt the blood boil in his vains, he was so angry.
No.
“No!” He spat furiously at the doctor. “She has given up everything she ever had for this child and I will not be the one to tell her that it was all in vain!” He quickly jumped up and grabbed the man by his collar. Pulling him close they were eye to eye. “This is the future of your planet for gods sake man! So don’t you bloody tell me that the child is beyond hope!” he lowered his voice to a deadly calm. “Save her child. Do it now, it is all she has.” The doctor suddenly opened his eyes wide, understanding. Quickly he brushed off Afraya and went back to Buffy.
Afraya did the same and was shock beyond words at the sight that greeted him.
He stared at Buffy, eyes opened in horrified shock.
She was still weeping senselessly, her beautiful head still tossing from side to side. But she had gone unnaturally pale, almost blue. Her pale eyes were closed and she was breathing slowly, shallow. Even with Afraya advanced Foltarian hearing he could tell that his Queen’s heartbeat was slowing, weak. The baby’s as well.
If things didn’t get better bloody quickly they would loose them both.
He could hear them both, fighting desbritly, but slowing sinking away. He started to panic and gently slapped her on her cheek, sharply. Her weakening eyes opened but he knew that she barely saw him. She was looking at something beyond. Beyond him.
“Buffy?” He said, using her Earthly name, that usually made her smile when he said it. But now she just turned her eyes towards him, fevered, crying silently, still mumbling. He leaned down again to try and hear what she was saying.
He did.
And he felt his heart break.
“Angel...get Angel...he will make it alright..he always does..please..get Angel...” She was whispering to herself, beyond caring if anyone heard her.
Then she stopped crying, silent. She looked up in Afraya’s direction. But not in his face. He noticed that she seemed to be staring at something over his right shoulder.
Suddenly she smiled brilliantly, but ever so weakly, at what ever was over his shoulder. He turned around slightly to see what she could possible be looking at, but there was nothing there, just the huge high window, with six of Allrelen’s 12 moons visible in the blue sky. She couldn’t possibly be looking at them, Afraya thought. He didn’t even think she could focus on them at the moment. Shrugging his shoulders he turned back to Buffy but found that she was still smiling.
“Evie?” He whispered gently down at her. “What are you looking at?”
She didn’t look at him, still continued to stare. He didn’t think she had heard him it took her so long to answer, but finally she whispered back, like it was a secret no one was aloud to hear.
“He’s there, Afraya.” She said slowly, her weak voice berley heard. “He came...”
Afraya barely heard the doctor tell Buffy to push once more. But he felt something surge through his friend, as if all her strength had suddenly been restored to her.
“That’s right, Evie.” He whispered soothingly to her, while blowing once more on her neck. “Do it for them, do it for your friends.”
And then finally, he said what possibly saved her and her daughter’s lives.
“Do it for Angel, Evie. You want him to see her one day don’t you?” Her eyes had flew around to meet his quickly, and he saw the determination flash through them, the power.
Yes, she did.
As if the strength had been given to her from seven people that shaped her life millions of miles away, Buffy gave a final painful push, her eyes shifting to stare lovingly at her vision over Afraya’s shoulder.
And at exactly midnight the doctor gave a sudden shout that was echoed by a angry child’s first cry as she came into the world. Leaving a nice rip in Buffy’s body as she did. Buffy collapsed, weak, back on the bed, as she felt her daughter being cut away finally from her tired, screaming body. Afraya left Buffy then, moments later. But first propped her up with silk pillows. She was still very weak, her pale face and blue lips almost failing to bring a smile when she saw Afraya being the first to hold her daughter. He was cradling the tiny bundle in his arms, wonder spread on his blue face. The doctor was cleaning up her blood that seemed to be everywhere. She knew that she would have to rest soon, she was still in danger of bleeding to death.
She smiled weakly as Afraya slowly walked over and looked down at her, holding her only child in his arms. Weakly she reached up and he placed the tiny form of their future Queen in her mother’s arms.
Their was a hesitant knock on the door, and it opened. Captain Asten’s worried face poked in. But it lighted up and he breathed a sigh of relief as he saw his sweat socked Queen with the touching sight of her little daughter being held protectively in her arms.
Without a word the door was quickly shut again and everyone chuckled. They could hear the happy yelp that echoed from the other side. They heard the Captain’s heavy footsteps running down the hallway and the cheering from the crowds - that had lined for hours outside the Palace since the news that their Queen was giving birth - that followed when he spread the happy news from the Palace balcony to the waiting people.
The Alliance was safe for another generation.
But Buffy didn’t seem to notice. She continued to stare in wonder down at the tiny, beautiful form that was resting in her arms.
She was a mother.
And she had Angel’s baby.
The baby had stopped crying now, and strangely enough, seemed to be staring back up at her, even though she was less than 15 minutes old. Buffy knew that babies this young could barely see, their eyes still getting used to the new materials in the air. But her little girl was staring up at her, silent. Her beautiful green eyes opened fully, alert and wise beyond their years. Mother and daughter both stared at each other, silent. And Buffy knew that Dimeara, Tandira and of course Semarritte were staring back at her from those emerald depths.
“Nimisha.” The name popped into her head, and Afraya nodded, agreeing, by her side.
Nimisha. The dreamer.
The powerful black-haired Goddess from the Allrelen legend that had saved her people from the evil conquers with her dreams of hope and wisdom that she had sent her followers, giving them the courage to fight for their worlds.
But then Buffy began to cry. As she looked down at the baby’s fuzz of black hair she knew she sentenced her daughter to a life she could never imagine.
As she leaned down to kiss her daughter on her head, the tiny moon stared to shine on her daughter’s forehead, proud and powerful, just like her.
And as the 10,000 white doves were set free in the airs above the huge royal city in Allrelen and the fireworks started, the one billion people of Allrelen’s population and the billions and billions of others around The Alliance worlds got news, they too started the celebrations that would knowingly carry on for days.
But inside the Palace, the lone Queen wept.
Wept for the loss of her daughter’s freedom, her life.
“Im sorry, my child.” She whispered as she once again kissed the child on her moon, tears dripping onto her tiny, beautiful face. “Im sorry, little one...Your life is no longer your own.”
For she had been born a Queen among the Tharran.
And far away, on a distant planet it’s occupants called Earth, an Angel began to cry.
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