Summary: The struggles of the Orlesian Wardens, starting before the Blight and continuing through the events of Awakenings. A series of vignettes told out of chronological order.
Characters: Currently just Sidona Andras, but will eventually include more, such as Duncan and Riordan and even a MYSTERIOUS TEMPLAR (ok it's
zenedai 's Ceylon!!).
Rating: K, will go up eventually
Note: Thanks to
zenedai for the beta work on this chapter and for the scheming! Also will be posted on
ff.net. The pain overcame her. Sidona slipped into the Fade on her knees and the demon came for her on oiled steps that did not touch the cracked ground. She threw up her hands and a wall of magic shaped like twisting black smoke, gasping with the effort. The demon stopped.
“You will die,” it said, and Sidona could taste its hunger on her tongue. “I will give you life.”
“No,” said Sidona, watching it through the tendrils of her magic. Everything was so much easier to see here, colors sharper, edges defined in a way that did not exist in the waking world. She never stumbled in the Fade. “I would give you life, and you would take mine.”
The demon hesitated, then shifted around her. Sidona watched it, felt her face wet with tears and didn’t even bother feeling ashamed. “I could… postpone that part of the bargain.” When she did not speak, it continued. “I will give you life, teach you more powerful magic to ensure that you will survive longer, and I will not come to you again for years.”
Still Sidona said nothing. She choked on a tiny sob once.
“I can fix your eyes, too, and give you sight,” it said.
She couldn’t be sure, but she thought that the way its face twisted was meant to be a smile. “When will you come for me?” she whispered.
“Oh, I will wait a very long time. Until you are an old woman,” said the demon in a soothing voice. “Until your forty-fifth year.”
Sidona closed her eyes, more tears rolling down her cheeks. She felt sick, pain twisting up through her waist and into her mind. She was fifteen years old. She nodded, and awoke.