AUTHOR’S NOTE:
This is the last part in the miniseries. I cannot write anymore to anything. I am gonna take a break and work on my original stuff. Okay? I am very sorry to you all! *pouts* I can’t help it!!!! This is it. I am FINISHED!!!!!!!!!!!! I yield! I give up! Read the damned thing and don’t flame me for killing the series….
DISCLAIMER: I don't own ANY of these characters at all used in the Alanna MS in anyway shape or form. I only own Sapphire, Loki, Lael, Daemos, Mekala, all the Elemental gods/goddesses. I own the Silver Realms. I don't own any of the characters used in Tamora Pierces books. The idea for the Guardians can be given credit to Naoko Takeuchi--the creator of Sailor Moon. That's where I got that idea. I got the idea for Sapphire/etc to be bad from the movie "Charlie's Angels" because of the guy Knoxx.
I owe credit to all my fans, to all the ones who reviewed this series. If I let you all down, I'm sorry. This is the 100% LAST series I will ever write that turns out THIS long! I cannot deal with another series this long. It's not possible to do it and exist! I thank Jenni! My dearest friend who started this whole major idea and has helped me break writer's block up until the 5th part which was when I moved away.
This is copyrighted to Jae Noble from March 2000 to December 2000. In no way can any of you use any of these ideas in the least. Not one BIT unless you ask my permission. If so, email me here: skysorceress5000@yahoo.com and I MIGHT let ya use some of these characters if you ask nicely. But only then. ^_~
I will welcome about every kind of email/review on this. Flames, praise, money [j/k!!!!], anything..... But NO WAY IN HELL WILL I EVER PUT UP A SEQUEL!!!!!!! Anyway, there's no room for a sequel on this.
Your loving Muse,
Jae Noble
Mekala walked the lower parts of the Palace, and ignored the occasional ba-boom that signaled the fact that Corus was still under attack. The palace shook with the explosions from the blaze balm.
She stopped when she saw a sword sticking up out of the ground. It was a strange, odd blade. It called her….
“Stop,” Thom said.
Mekala looked at her uncle. “You look like my mother?” she asked.
Thom nodded. “I’m her twin. We look the exact same, except that she’s a woman.”
Mekala nodded, and turned back to look at the sword.
Oh, this is too easy! Thom cried out in his thoughts with glee. The whole world will bow down to us once we have these wills and souls! Only then can anyone ever exist! Only then…only then can I have Alanna back.
Mekala sensed that her Uncle had some need of her. “What do you want, Uncle?”
“I want you to help me save your mother.”
“Mother is dead.”
“She is not dead!” Thom snarled.
Mekala turned and looked at him. “She is dead. Live with it.”
Thom was not about to give up that easily. “No,” he murmured. He threw his magic at Mekala, and grabbed her mind. He used his magic, not sane at all, and whipped it clear. He put in all his knowledge of magic, all his hatred, his sarcasm, his cynical view on everything… He created one with no soul, no life, no being.
And then he released her body, her mind, and her will—which all now belonged to Daemos.
Jonathan was moments away from tearing his hair out. How could any of this happen?
Daemos appeared in the room, and sword and dagger were drawn. Daggers were thrown at him, swords whipped at him. He yawned, and opened his hand.
There, in the center of his palm was a small figure—it was Alanna.
“Keep on trying to destroy me, and your precious Lady here will be shattered.”
The daggers and swords stopped.
“Surrender,” Daemos said, banishing the image of Alanna. “You are out numbered and you cannot take this constant death. You will all soon die and then be mine. Why do you bother to protect Sapphire and her clan when they destroyed everything?”
“What?” Jonathan asked.
“It’s just as Daemos said,” Thom told them, coming in. Mekala was behind him, a nasty smirk on her face. “Sapphire and the Elementals mean everyone death. Our gods, the Great Gods and the Lesser gods all sided with Daemos. Doesn’t that tell you something?”
“That we have worshipped evil while they kept the good out!” Gary snapped.
Thom looked at him. “You poor pathetic fool,” she said with amusement. “You think they’ll bring Alanna back. They’ll destroy her. Not save her. They are not capable of anything, but death. Destruction. Pain.”
“You’re cracked,” George said with hatred. “You’re spilling information to that demon, and you accuse Sapphire and her bunch of lying.”
Thom shrugged. “We warned you.”
“Bring Alanna back!” Numair shouted.
Daemos’ eyes glowed. “Very well. But believe me, she may not be the one you want.”
He began to chant softly, and a glow began to form around the room. Thom was smirking, and Mekala was laughing softly. What did they know that we don’t? The Tortallans wondered.
And then Alanna stumbled out of the glow and into the room.
“Where am I?” she murmured.
“The council room of Tortall in Corus,” Daemos said.
Alanna scowled. “Get me out of here,” she snapped.
“Why?” George asked. Alanna sneered. “You’re not Alanna,” he told the fake.
“Oh, but my dear, I am Alanna. You know the saying that everyone has a good side and a bad side?” She asked sweetly. She held her palm up towards the sky, and violet magic began to collect there. “Well, meet my bad side.”
She shouted a word and the fire traveled down ward—to the core of the Earth, of the planet.
The magic built into a pressure, and the earth began to convulse. To pulse. The plant continued to pulse. Earthquakes began, and then began to shatter the buildings, the plants, and the trees. Everything began to quake.
And then it all stopped. For a moment, it was like complete peace.
And then…
It exploded.
The screaming everywhere are people tried to escape the lava and the fires could torture a person’s soul for ages. The wailing, the crying… It was almost inhuman. The bodies were blackened and charred. Nothing could escape the end of the world—the Ragnarok.
The Doom of the Gods.
Life no longer existed.
“What shall we do?” a female asked softly.
The universe was so quiet. Pieces of Earth drifted about space. Nothing could have survived that final blast. The blast which shattered the very planet itself. Nothing….
“Recreate what there was,” a male said.
“And what of the people?”
“I suggest we take a page out of the Book of Time and create what there was before any of this ever happened.”
The woman looked into the eyes of the man—Violet to Hazel.
“That would be a perfect ending.”
“No, my sweet. A prefect beginning.”
