FIC: Another Life [Shaadi, Ishizu] Part 2/2
Another Life (Shaadi, Ishizu)
By Lena
Part 2/2
Disclaimer: These characters are only being used for enjoyment, I receive no profit trust me!
Summary: Ishizu grapples with a strange power within as she holds conference with a disquieting spirit.
Author’s Notes: Reviews are always welcome. Hope you enjoy it!
Part 1
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Part 2:
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… the world began to lose its brilliance …
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… it drew in the darkness that clouded her mind …
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… the bright light that had surrounded her earlier was slowly transformed into a starry sky, clearer and more beautiful than anything she could remember.
“What happened?” Her voice was weak and her body felt weightless in contrast to the heat she’d felt merely moments before.
“Are you alright, my dear?” That voice, was it the Spirit? It sounded like him, but somehow… different.
“Why do you call me that, Spirit? Is this still a game to you?”
“Isis, are you alright? Look at me.” Firm hands took hold of her shoulders and the starry sky tilted as her vision fell upon the man before her. It was most certainly a man - not a spirit, but made of flesh and bone. But the face, it was his face! The Spirit had somehow grown a body!
“Is this the power you told me of?” Ishizu suddenly blurted out, grasping the Millennium Key from his grasp with such speed that the man seemed completely surprised. “To transform yourself into a man? How remarkable!”
The man blinked, then blurted out in a full laugh. He shook his head and stared at her with such affection that Ishizu felt a blush fall across her cheeks.
“Would you think I was truly a woman, Priestess? Explain what you mean by such jests! If you keep up such nonsense I will be forced to return you home immediately.” His eyes were lighted in humor as he smiled at her. “You are in such a strange mood today, my sweet.”
“M-my sweet?” Ishizu blurted. What was going on? Had the Necklace made her lose all reason? A hand went instinctively to her throat, a bit of fear clinging to her heart as the felt the intricate grooves of the Necklace. The man’s eyes grew shadowed as he watched her, becoming complete seriousness.
“Priestess, what’s wrong. Why do you look at me as a stranger?” His eyes darted down to the jewels around her throat. “Have you been traveling across the sands again? What did you see? Was it the glory of the Pharoah’s victory? Or was it our defeat? You must tell me!”
He grasped her thin hands in his, sapphire eyes pleading with her for an explanation. How could she respond? What was she to say? She swallowed hard, the metal of the necklace changing position ever so slightly. “I... I saw nothing, m-my sweet.” She looked back and forth between his eyes, such love did she see there! Who was this man, and why did he keep calling her by such pet names?
The man kept his gaze steady, a hand rising up to brush a strand of hair from her cheek. “My dearest Isis, you would tell me if it was bad, wouldn’t you? We would need to prepare if battle fell upon us.” She nodded slowly, her eyes transfixed by his.
“I - I couldn’t lie to you…”
He nodded slowly, his gaze relaxing slightly as he squeezed her hands. “I know.” He moved forward slowly, his eyes sliding closed… Who did this man think she was! Ishizu’s thoughts were in a panic. She had to move closer to him, his hands had slid to her lower back and eased her gently toward him. Her mouth was dry as she closed her eyes and moved forward.
His hot mouth took hold of hers with sweet passion, and though Ishizu felt very uncomfortable kissing a complete stranger that might still be responsible for her father’s death and her brother’s loss of reason, she had little choice in the matter, and she had no clue what else to do. His tongue urged for acceptance, but she would have none of it. This man was lucky she was so gracious to begin with! Gently but resolutely, she pulled back from the kiss, and smiling with a flush, she wished her heart would quit pounding with desire.
“I love you.”
“I… love you… too.”
The words fell from her lips so carelessly, like a horse’s stumble, but she didn’t know what else to say. This man truly cared for her, and how could she deny the longing that she felt shaking her senses? The man leaned back, his eyes turning to the sky above. She realized only now that she was sitting on a carpet made with strange designs that she’d never seen before. They sat atop a large sand mound, and below them were a hundred glittering lights, an army by the glints of spears and sounds of horses that arose in the clear night air. What were they doing at this late hour?
She began to ask, but just as the words began to form in her mouth, the world began to change. The man before her was splitting into a thousand pieces, cracking like a smashed mirror along with the rest of the world around her - the army, the distant desert, the thick rug beneath them.
“What’s happening?” She cried aloud - she wasn’t sure how much more she could handle. “Are you alright?”
She reached forward cautiously, her fingers touching the back of his shoulder. But instead of thin linen, her fingers met gritty sand. She gasped, pulling back as before her eyes she saw his body begin to collapse. He became sand, falling into a heap and mingling with the desert beneath her. The world began to fall once again and Ishizu felt tears begin to sting her eyes. What Gods would do this to her? She wondered helplessly, why would they shake her world so completely? What had she done to deserve this such treatment? Only once had she disobeyed, and only to show Malik the outside world for but an hour. Were the gods really so cruel?
“Ishizu!”
The man again! His voice was unmistakable.
“Ishizu, you must awaken!”
Her eyelids fluttered as she strained against the sand - she hadn’t even remembered closing them. A part of her dreaded what new vision would appear before her, but as she glimpsed the familiar cracks and crevices of the walls and felt the chill of the stone against her back, she fought harder to become fully awake.
“Who is it?” She whispered, “Who are you?”
The Spirit was watching her closely; his stone eyes an anchor to pull her back to reality. “You passed.”
Ishizu shook her head, the world slowly falling back into place as she remembered it. She tried her best to shake off the dizziness as she pulled herself up from the stone floor. Her skin tingled still from the heat, which was actually reassuring. She didn’t want to be trapped again in the world of sand and false visions. She had no idea really what she’d seen, what world she’d momentarily dipped into, but she was certain that she didn’t want it to happen again. In a haze, she pulled herself up from the cold stone floor, her eyes narrowing up at the tall man before her.
“I saw you, Spirit. I saw you in my vision.” Her throat felt dry, and she wished desperately for her hands to quit shaking. She was covered in a thin film of sweat, and her head felt a little warm and light-headed as though in fever - but she was certain that no disease had caused her strange fit. The gold that hung around her neck felt terribly heavy then, not the tiny bauble for which she used to care, but a heavy burden that she now bore. “This… the necklace showed me…” She leaned her head against her hand as the sand threatened to overwhelm her again with memories. She focused a bit, narrowing her attention from the necklace to the task at hand. Her almond eyes grew sharp as clarity came over her once again. Ishizu shook herself slightly before continuing, “It showed me another world, another time I think, and you -”
Ishizu stared up at the Spirit in utter bewilderment. His face was alight with amusement and cheerfulness. She blinked, “Are you listening to me?”
In a flash his entire demeanor had changed, and as the stony, dazed look came over him once more, she wondered if she weren’t still having visions. “I am listening, Ishizu, but please - tell me no more. The secrets the Necklace whispers to you are for your ears alone. Think on it carefully before you share that wisdom. You are an Item Holder, Ishizu - you now bear the title and all the responsibility that goes along with it.”
The raven-haired woman nodded slowly, wondering what exactly she’d gotten herself into.
“The Millennium Necklace allows its bearer to look across time, Ishizu - whether upon what will be or what has been. It is your choice what to do with this power, be cautious you do not use it for ill purposes.”
“Yes, Spirit. I understand.”
Shadi nodded once, and took a step backwards. Raising a hand, he nodded once to Ishizu as he faded away to nothingness. The woman stared transfixed by the apparition that had just vanished before her, her fingers idly sweeping around the curvatures of the necklace. It didn’t seem real - any of it. Not the time she’d spent with Malik outside, not her brother’s psychotic break, her father’s death and wake, and now this. She felt as though she was simply an abandoned canoe on the Nile, drifting helplessly downstream in a furious current. How was she expected to handle this?
The necklace then grew warm again, in comfort this time instead of fury, and Ishizu felt the tightness in her chest relax ever so slightly once again. She took in a deep breath, walking down the nearly dark tunnel to the stairs that lead outside. The sand danced on the wind as she stared up into the inky sky above, littered with millions of stars. She knew her purpose now, she felt it pulling her upwards into the world outside. She turned once to look at the dark, dusty pit she once called home and said farewell to her former life. She had to find Malik and Rishid. There was danger with them now, and she could not simply ignore it as she once might have done. She slowly moved up the cold stone stairs and into world above. The sand felt warm between her toes.
-Fin
By Lena
Part 2/2
Disclaimer: These characters are only being used for enjoyment, I receive no profit trust me!
Summary: Ishizu grapples with a strange power within as she holds conference with a disquieting spirit.
Author’s Notes: Reviews are always welcome. Hope you enjoy it!
Part 1
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Part 2:
…
…
… the world began to lose its brilliance …
…
… it drew in the darkness that clouded her mind …
…
… the bright light that had surrounded her earlier was slowly transformed into a starry sky, clearer and more beautiful than anything she could remember.
“What happened?” Her voice was weak and her body felt weightless in contrast to the heat she’d felt merely moments before.
“Are you alright, my dear?” That voice, was it the Spirit? It sounded like him, but somehow… different.
“Why do you call me that, Spirit? Is this still a game to you?”
“Isis, are you alright? Look at me.” Firm hands took hold of her shoulders and the starry sky tilted as her vision fell upon the man before her. It was most certainly a man - not a spirit, but made of flesh and bone. But the face, it was his face! The Spirit had somehow grown a body!
“Is this the power you told me of?” Ishizu suddenly blurted out, grasping the Millennium Key from his grasp with such speed that the man seemed completely surprised. “To transform yourself into a man? How remarkable!”
The man blinked, then blurted out in a full laugh. He shook his head and stared at her with such affection that Ishizu felt a blush fall across her cheeks.
“Would you think I was truly a woman, Priestess? Explain what you mean by such jests! If you keep up such nonsense I will be forced to return you home immediately.” His eyes were lighted in humor as he smiled at her. “You are in such a strange mood today, my sweet.”
“M-my sweet?” Ishizu blurted. What was going on? Had the Necklace made her lose all reason? A hand went instinctively to her throat, a bit of fear clinging to her heart as the felt the intricate grooves of the Necklace. The man’s eyes grew shadowed as he watched her, becoming complete seriousness.
“Priestess, what’s wrong. Why do you look at me as a stranger?” His eyes darted down to the jewels around her throat. “Have you been traveling across the sands again? What did you see? Was it the glory of the Pharoah’s victory? Or was it our defeat? You must tell me!”
He grasped her thin hands in his, sapphire eyes pleading with her for an explanation. How could she respond? What was she to say? She swallowed hard, the metal of the necklace changing position ever so slightly. “I... I saw nothing, m-my sweet.” She looked back and forth between his eyes, such love did she see there! Who was this man, and why did he keep calling her by such pet names?
The man kept his gaze steady, a hand rising up to brush a strand of hair from her cheek. “My dearest Isis, you would tell me if it was bad, wouldn’t you? We would need to prepare if battle fell upon us.” She nodded slowly, her eyes transfixed by his.
“I - I couldn’t lie to you…”
He nodded slowly, his gaze relaxing slightly as he squeezed her hands. “I know.” He moved forward slowly, his eyes sliding closed… Who did this man think she was! Ishizu’s thoughts were in a panic. She had to move closer to him, his hands had slid to her lower back and eased her gently toward him. Her mouth was dry as she closed her eyes and moved forward.
His hot mouth took hold of hers with sweet passion, and though Ishizu felt very uncomfortable kissing a complete stranger that might still be responsible for her father’s death and her brother’s loss of reason, she had little choice in the matter, and she had no clue what else to do. His tongue urged for acceptance, but she would have none of it. This man was lucky she was so gracious to begin with! Gently but resolutely, she pulled back from the kiss, and smiling with a flush, she wished her heart would quit pounding with desire.
“I love you.”
“I… love you… too.”
The words fell from her lips so carelessly, like a horse’s stumble, but she didn’t know what else to say. This man truly cared for her, and how could she deny the longing that she felt shaking her senses? The man leaned back, his eyes turning to the sky above. She realized only now that she was sitting on a carpet made with strange designs that she’d never seen before. They sat atop a large sand mound, and below them were a hundred glittering lights, an army by the glints of spears and sounds of horses that arose in the clear night air. What were they doing at this late hour?
She began to ask, but just as the words began to form in her mouth, the world began to change. The man before her was splitting into a thousand pieces, cracking like a smashed mirror along with the rest of the world around her - the army, the distant desert, the thick rug beneath them.
“What’s happening?” She cried aloud - she wasn’t sure how much more she could handle. “Are you alright?”
She reached forward cautiously, her fingers touching the back of his shoulder. But instead of thin linen, her fingers met gritty sand. She gasped, pulling back as before her eyes she saw his body begin to collapse. He became sand, falling into a heap and mingling with the desert beneath her. The world began to fall once again and Ishizu felt tears begin to sting her eyes. What Gods would do this to her? She wondered helplessly, why would they shake her world so completely? What had she done to deserve this such treatment? Only once had she disobeyed, and only to show Malik the outside world for but an hour. Were the gods really so cruel?
“Ishizu!”
The man again! His voice was unmistakable.
“Ishizu, you must awaken!”
Her eyelids fluttered as she strained against the sand - she hadn’t even remembered closing them. A part of her dreaded what new vision would appear before her, but as she glimpsed the familiar cracks and crevices of the walls and felt the chill of the stone against her back, she fought harder to become fully awake.
“Who is it?” She whispered, “Who are you?”
The Spirit was watching her closely; his stone eyes an anchor to pull her back to reality. “You passed.”
Ishizu shook her head, the world slowly falling back into place as she remembered it. She tried her best to shake off the dizziness as she pulled herself up from the stone floor. Her skin tingled still from the heat, which was actually reassuring. She didn’t want to be trapped again in the world of sand and false visions. She had no idea really what she’d seen, what world she’d momentarily dipped into, but she was certain that she didn’t want it to happen again. In a haze, she pulled herself up from the cold stone floor, her eyes narrowing up at the tall man before her.
“I saw you, Spirit. I saw you in my vision.” Her throat felt dry, and she wished desperately for her hands to quit shaking. She was covered in a thin film of sweat, and her head felt a little warm and light-headed as though in fever - but she was certain that no disease had caused her strange fit. The gold that hung around her neck felt terribly heavy then, not the tiny bauble for which she used to care, but a heavy burden that she now bore. “This… the necklace showed me…” She leaned her head against her hand as the sand threatened to overwhelm her again with memories. She focused a bit, narrowing her attention from the necklace to the task at hand. Her almond eyes grew sharp as clarity came over her once again. Ishizu shook herself slightly before continuing, “It showed me another world, another time I think, and you -”
Ishizu stared up at the Spirit in utter bewilderment. His face was alight with amusement and cheerfulness. She blinked, “Are you listening to me?”
In a flash his entire demeanor had changed, and as the stony, dazed look came over him once more, she wondered if she weren’t still having visions. “I am listening, Ishizu, but please - tell me no more. The secrets the Necklace whispers to you are for your ears alone. Think on it carefully before you share that wisdom. You are an Item Holder, Ishizu - you now bear the title and all the responsibility that goes along with it.”
The raven-haired woman nodded slowly, wondering what exactly she’d gotten herself into.
“The Millennium Necklace allows its bearer to look across time, Ishizu - whether upon what will be or what has been. It is your choice what to do with this power, be cautious you do not use it for ill purposes.”
“Yes, Spirit. I understand.”
Shadi nodded once, and took a step backwards. Raising a hand, he nodded once to Ishizu as he faded away to nothingness. The woman stared transfixed by the apparition that had just vanished before her, her fingers idly sweeping around the curvatures of the necklace. It didn’t seem real - any of it. Not the time she’d spent with Malik outside, not her brother’s psychotic break, her father’s death and wake, and now this. She felt as though she was simply an abandoned canoe on the Nile, drifting helplessly downstream in a furious current. How was she expected to handle this?
The necklace then grew warm again, in comfort this time instead of fury, and Ishizu felt the tightness in her chest relax ever so slightly once again. She took in a deep breath, walking down the nearly dark tunnel to the stairs that lead outside. The sand danced on the wind as she stared up into the inky sky above, littered with millions of stars. She knew her purpose now, she felt it pulling her upwards into the world outside. She turned once to look at the dark, dusty pit she once called home and said farewell to her former life. She had to find Malik and Rishid. There was danger with them now, and she could not simply ignore it as she once might have done. She slowly moved up the cold stone stairs and into world above. The sand felt warm between her toes.
-Fin