set fire to the rain

Alaine Winters · 07-28-2011, 03:17 AM

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The man was resolute. He would challenge her, as the sun challenged the moon - An endless circle of power, repeating, repeating. She knew his body. Could she kill him? He was weaker now, and she sensed within him a greater weakness - A weakness for the woman whose body she inhabited, the soft warm creature who had birthed children for him. He would not kill that woman, that pathetic, weak woman who had allowed his blood to already kill so much of her.

The shadow looked at him through her beautiful, emerald eyes, and it saw this weakness. He had been a great warrior, once - The greatest warrior. Shadow-Slayer. Raven-King. But he was mortal now, and Alaine-not-Alaine knew this. Her anger was all-encompassing, and it sought his silence. It wanted the end of him, for what his son had done to hers.

Once, this shadow had met him before. It had been at the time of the New Beginning, when Alaine had allowed Morrigan and Lugh back into her heart, and the old ways were remembered. The shadow had been born from grief before then, but the Raven-King had tamed it, and in doing so had taken this woman's heart for his own. She had been weakened then, but over time, had learned to live without the heart that he had taken. They were the sun and the moon, and her wishes were impossibilities fit only to live in the darkness behind closed eyelids.

The shadow was a thing made of anger. It protected her when no other would - It survived within her grief, a sheild of fury to save what was left of the woman's brittle heart. And it despised him, Gabriel, Raven King. It loathed him.

She lunged, jaws snapping, claws aiming to tear at what flesh they reached, but he remained steadfastly blocking her path. "MY CHILDREN!" Came the broken snarl, and again she lunged, and was again deflected. "Not yours, Raven King. Cheana féin amháin acu uiscí an domhain lena fola. Already I have failed them!" Her words ended with a wail of pain, terrible pain, and she thrashed her head, trying to be rid of the voice of sorrow there. The fire of anger was beginning to lose fuel, and soon she would be nothing but ashes, useless to the shadow. "It was murder, Lugh. He was my SON! How could this be? How could this be?!" Was there an answer he could give her, that would solve the terrible hole that Caillen's execution had left in her heart?

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