Post by Seek on Apr 14, 2013 6:29:55 GMT 10
Title: Strange Land II
Rating: PG
Word Count: 511 words.
Pairing: Alanna/Jonathan
Round/Fight: 1A
Summary: AU, crossover with Narnia. Alanna and Jon are pulled into a strange land. Alanna and Jon take stock.
Warnings: None.
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"Who do you suppose this Aslan is?" Jon asked, at last.
Alanna shrugged. "I don't know. He sounds like he's a king." She fastened on the baldric, and then slipped on the sword that Father Christmas had given her. Ageless, he had named it, and then told her she had to learn to master the power of the sword. How could she do that, when she hadn't even been able to call upon Lightning's powers? Lightning. Alanna wondered if some Bazhir would come by her sword, discarded at the oasis in the desert. She felt the loss of Lightning like a sharp pang of hunger. She had discovered the sword in some ruins near Barony Olau with Sir Myles. In a way, the sword had been a gift from Sir Myles, which only doubled the pain of losing it.
"What are you thinking about?" Jon wanted to know. He slipped the crystal over his head, and tucked it under his tunic. At least their clothing had come with them, even if Jon hadn't his sword, and only had his dagger with him. He slung the horn over a shoulder, barely touching it. What Father Christmas had said had unnerved him.
"Home," Alanna said. "D'you think we'll ever get back?"
Jon sighed. "I don't know," he said, echoing her words. "I hope we will. They must be wondering what's happened to us, by now. Perhaps they've even gone to the Black City in search of us, and found our horses tied up by the oasis. Maybe this Aslan that Father Christmas mentioned will be able to help us."
Home, before the water on the oasis in which they were frolicking had suddenly become a gigantic whirlpool that had sucked them down in its vortex. There was no fighting it; Alanna and Jon were strong swimmers, but even they couldn't fight the tug of the currents. Before they had found themselves pushed up through broken ice in a frozen pond. They had clambered out, soaking wet and chilled and managed to struggle to get a fire started. Father Christmas had come along as they dried themselves out, shivering in the cold air. He had given them gifts, and a vague sort of direction.
"Where d'you think we'll find him?"
"I don't know," Jon said. "But Father Christmas gave us the hint we needed, I suppose."
"Yes," Alanna said slowly. "He said that we would know what we had to do when we saw it. And he also said that he would send us into a city where we would obtain the aid we need if we told them we'd come for a lady in violet silk." She shivered. "When he showed us the lady. I...didn't like the look of her." She hesitated. "She reminded me of the Ysandir. She had those kind of eyes, the kind that were so hungry and empty that they could devour you."
Jon reached for her hand, and gripped it. "We defeated the Ysandir," he said. "We'll defeat the lady in violet, and then find a way home."
Rating: PG
Word Count: 511 words.
Pairing: Alanna/Jonathan
Round/Fight: 1A
Summary: AU, crossover with Narnia. Alanna and Jon are pulled into a strange land. Alanna and Jon take stock.
Warnings: None.
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"Who do you suppose this Aslan is?" Jon asked, at last.
Alanna shrugged. "I don't know. He sounds like he's a king." She fastened on the baldric, and then slipped on the sword that Father Christmas had given her. Ageless, he had named it, and then told her she had to learn to master the power of the sword. How could she do that, when she hadn't even been able to call upon Lightning's powers? Lightning. Alanna wondered if some Bazhir would come by her sword, discarded at the oasis in the desert. She felt the loss of Lightning like a sharp pang of hunger. She had discovered the sword in some ruins near Barony Olau with Sir Myles. In a way, the sword had been a gift from Sir Myles, which only doubled the pain of losing it.
"What are you thinking about?" Jon wanted to know. He slipped the crystal over his head, and tucked it under his tunic. At least their clothing had come with them, even if Jon hadn't his sword, and only had his dagger with him. He slung the horn over a shoulder, barely touching it. What Father Christmas had said had unnerved him.
"Home," Alanna said. "D'you think we'll ever get back?"
Jon sighed. "I don't know," he said, echoing her words. "I hope we will. They must be wondering what's happened to us, by now. Perhaps they've even gone to the Black City in search of us, and found our horses tied up by the oasis. Maybe this Aslan that Father Christmas mentioned will be able to help us."
Home, before the water on the oasis in which they were frolicking had suddenly become a gigantic whirlpool that had sucked them down in its vortex. There was no fighting it; Alanna and Jon were strong swimmers, but even they couldn't fight the tug of the currents. Before they had found themselves pushed up through broken ice in a frozen pond. They had clambered out, soaking wet and chilled and managed to struggle to get a fire started. Father Christmas had come along as they dried themselves out, shivering in the cold air. He had given them gifts, and a vague sort of direction.
"Where d'you think we'll find him?"
"I don't know," Jon said. "But Father Christmas gave us the hint we needed, I suppose."
"Yes," Alanna said slowly. "He said that we would know what we had to do when we saw it. And he also said that he would send us into a city where we would obtain the aid we need if we told them we'd come for a lady in violet silk." She shivered. "When he showed us the lady. I...didn't like the look of her." She hesitated. "She reminded me of the Ysandir. She had those kind of eyes, the kind that were so hungry and empty that they could devour you."
Jon reached for her hand, and gripped it. "We defeated the Ysandir," he said. "We'll defeat the lady in violet, and then find a way home."