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18 September 2015 @ 11:26 pm
_Project Dystopia_ the end  
I'm in the process of adding at least one more Elf World scene to put in earlier, so this won't be quite so obscure. I hope.


Mbassi was veiled, drooping. The plain girl with fire in her soul, that I begged my father to make a contract with. I cared nothing that she was a second daughter, with no demesnes to gift her future husband. That brilliant girl. When I spoke to her of my plans, I thought she shared them.

Ngratei winced to see how thin her wrists and hands were. I didn't mean to destroy her happiness, I never thought my enemies were so brutal. I never thought I could make her want to die, certainly not to take the slow road of starvation. I have . . . decades of thoughtlessness to make amends for.

Her brother, Lord Bahrass, was escorting her, a look of distaste on his face. He handed her through the door of the outer office and stopped there.

Ngratei had always found him irritating, hadn't seen him in years until he'd turned up last month. Second son of his Warlord father, his martial prowess had proven insufficient to get him a marriage match that would elevate him to Warlord of one of the provinces. His older brother supported him, and had probably sent him to support their sister in her bereavement. Or worm his way into Ngratei's confidence.

Ngratei took her arm. She turned her head from him, slumping.

I will rekindle that fire.

"Come." She hung back and he tightened his grip. "Mbassi, the worst has not happened. Come."

He pulled her through the door, into his inner office, turned her toward the couch.

"Mom!" in two voices, as the children flung themselves on her.

Tears as she gathered them up.

Ngratei glanced around as Bahrass stepped in the door. Shock on his face.

Sudden silence from the children. Ngori recoiling, one hand going to her ear, mouth rounded in horrified recognition.

Ngratei snapped back toward his wife's brother, registering the small gun in his hand as he raised it . . .

as his hand flew off in a spray of blood . . .

Zhodan stood, left hand out thrust. Half the room away. Head up and eyes narrowed. He lowered his hand.

Bahrass collapsed.

Jklep nearly tripped over him as he halted his attack. He straightened and looked at Zhodan. Blinked at Ngratei.

Ngratei nodded. "Yes. A force blade. From that far away."

Zhodan nodded stiffly. "Warlord Ebsa taught me." He touched his ear. "Why did he hate us? Hate you?"

Ngratei sighed. "He must have thought that if I lost my heirs, he could step into that place. Vicious little Elf. Bind his arm. If he lives . . . he will regret it."

Mbassi glanced over and away. "I wondered if he might have." Her arm tightened around Ngorei. "I thought . . . that I must die so that he was nothing to you."

He knelt beside her. "I know I was not the husband you desired, but you were the wife I wanted, from our first meeting. Please do not die to tell me something." He kissed her brow gently.

Then rang for a servant.

"Eat. Please. We have two powerful children to finish raising." He smiled then, looking at Zhodan. "And learn from, as they learn from us."

(Anonymous) on September 19th, 2015 10:51 am (UTC)
If you are planning to have more stories with the elves in t h em, this would make a good ending to the epilogue in the last post. Kind of giving a hint of what was to come.
Zan Lynxzlynx on September 19th, 2015 05:27 pm (UTC)
Ooh. I agree. More elf stories would be great! Maybe a new one with Disco, One World, Earth? doing a first/second contact on Bug World.

And yes I think this would be a good ending, leaving us wanting more. Because it already does. :-)
matapampamuphoff on September 19th, 2015 06:51 pm (UTC)
Ngratei first showed up in a story idea I jotted down. Might do something with it yet. Hmm . . . where did that thing go . . .
matapampamuphoff on September 19th, 2015 06:55 pm (UTC)
Tall, Dark, and Handsome was only two thirds right, and wholly inadequate. He looked like Lucifer risen from Hell, black hair in wild spikes, black eyes with a red fire deep in their depths. Sharp chin, sharp cheek bones . . . pointed ears.

“I am Inspector Ngratei of the Dimensional Authority. I am investigating a cross dimensional attack that took place three weeks ago. The charges are Aggression against a Home World. Genetic warfare. Targeting Civilian Populations. To whom do I need to speak? Turn in the guilty, and the rest of this illegal compact may be forgiven.”

The black eyes swept around the plaza, took in the Gate arches and the Embassies in all their diverse styles. Sensuous lips pressed tight in disapproval. The top of his head was about even with her chin, so he couldn’t exactly loom. But he was still pretty intimidating.

And sexy.

Q swallowed and tried to get her composure back. “I am Dr. Quail Quicksilver, of the Department of Interdimensional Security and Cooperation. Most likely I am the person to whom most of these charges should be addressed. I was, however, working in my official capacity, and under our laws, not yours. Why don’t you come in and we can discuss the jurisdictional limits of our authorities, as well as present you with our data on the recent actions.”

And find out whether my curse works on you or not, you handsome devil.