Oneword.com prompt: Now.
"Now?"
"Yes, I said now, Potter!" Snape snapped, pointing his wand. "We'll only have one chance to get this right, and if you keep dawdling, not even that!"
"But -"
"DO YOU WANT ALL THEIR EFFORTS TO BE FOR NOTHING?"
Harry gritted his teeth, shook his head, and activated the ritual.
And then there was nothing at all.
--
"When we last met, I was the victim."
A beat, then a nasty laugh. "How things change, eh?"
His prey looked unperturbed, as if he was merely being harassed by a panhandler outside a restaurant rather than bound by chains to the wall. "Now you're just a monster."
"And do you think I care?"
"No." A polite cough. "But I think you ought to know that monsters are always slain. There are always more would-be paladins..."
--
For this one, remember that Nergal said he 'named' the generic Morphs with numbers.
Once they had had a master to serve.
Now - now, they were only discarded refuse, serfs without a lord.
430 sighed and gazed upon his fellows. He was a Sage and therefore smarter than most, though not half as clever as Ephidel or Limstella had been. But he would have to do.
"My brethen, we must go on...."
"But the master is dead," 356 called from the crowd.
"Even so... we must."
--
(Monica is dead)
But that - that was in the past! That was before that creepy "reverend" - revenant, more like, but he could not afford ingratitude - had come - And NOW, Monica was with him.
All he had had to do was sell everything he was.
But -
(Monica is dead)
NOW she was with him, and he WOULD destroy any who stood in the way of their happiness.
He would.
He -
(and soon you will be dead, too)
--
They'd had a career as -
Well. Thieves was what the outside world would call them. They had called themselves liberators.
Both were wrong. They knew themselves now to have been kidnappers.
So they tended to their victims by way of making amends, and tried to be good friends and keepers. It was the least they could do, after all.
Now, if only Lord N would return, and guide them on the proper path...
But until then, they did what they could.
--
'Now' -
When was 'now'?
Was it today? Or seven years past?
What was the present? What was the past?
He could change it with the sheathing of a sword...
Who was he? What was he? Was he the boy who had taken the Master Sword, or the man who had put it back into the stone?
What was real?
What was the truth?
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"Yes, I said now, Potter!" Snape snapped, pointing his wand. "We'll only have one chance to get this right, and if you keep dawdling, not even that!"
"But -"
"DO YOU WANT ALL THEIR EFFORTS TO BE FOR NOTHING?"
Harry gritted his teeth, shook his head, and activated the ritual.
And then there was nothing at all.
--
"When we last met, I was the victim."
A beat, then a nasty laugh. "How things change, eh?"
His prey looked unperturbed, as if he was merely being harassed by a panhandler outside a restaurant rather than bound by chains to the wall. "Now you're just a monster."
"And do you think I care?"
"No." A polite cough. "But I think you ought to know that monsters are always slain. There are always more would-be paladins..."
--
For this one, remember that Nergal said he 'named' the generic Morphs with numbers.
Once they had had a master to serve.
Now - now, they were only discarded refuse, serfs without a lord.
430 sighed and gazed upon his fellows. He was a Sage and therefore smarter than most, though not half as clever as Ephidel or Limstella had been. But he would have to do.
"My brethen, we must go on...."
"But the master is dead," 356 called from the crowd.
"Even so... we must."
--
(Monica is dead)
But that - that was in the past! That was before that creepy "reverend" - revenant, more like, but he could not afford ingratitude - had come - And NOW, Monica was with him.
All he had had to do was sell everything he was.
But -
(Monica is dead)
NOW she was with him, and he WOULD destroy any who stood in the way of their happiness.
He would.
He -
(and soon you will be dead, too)
--
They'd had a career as -
Well. Thieves was what the outside world would call them. They had called themselves liberators.
Both were wrong. They knew themselves now to have been kidnappers.
So they tended to their victims by way of making amends, and tried to be good friends and keepers. It was the least they could do, after all.
Now, if only Lord N would return, and guide them on the proper path...
But until then, they did what they could.
--
'Now' -
When was 'now'?
Was it today? Or seven years past?
What was the present? What was the past?
He could change it with the sheathing of a sword...
Who was he? What was he? Was he the boy who had taken the Master Sword, or the man who had put it back into the stone?
What was real?
What was the truth?
This entry is mirrored at http://guardians-song.dreamwidth.org/27037.html. Comment wherever you like. Just remind me to get off the internet and do my homework.