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Title: Ravek
Author: Seito_no_Senshi
Series: Obernewtyn Chronicles
Rated: PG
POV: Rushton
Set during: Ashling, from Chapter 33 onwards.
Chapters: 1/?
Disclaimer: The Obernewtyn Chronicles are copyright Isobelle Carmody. I make no claim to them; I am merely borrowing them for use. I promise that they will be put back safe and sound and unmolested when I am done.
Author notes: The idea of this is actually rather boring when you think about it. I'm rewriting chapter 33 and above for Ashling, into the Point of View of Rushton - trying to be him basically. I'm following the events faithfully, but most of the dialogue has been changed, except for those few oneliners. Possibility of me going back and editing and adding is... moderately high.
Enjoy.
Cross posted to: carmodyonline
Ravek
Ashling: Chapter 33
I leaned against the gypsy wagon, wondering, just *why* we had been sent to Sutrium. Maryon had not been very helpful when she told us what she saw. Going over water? Finding the path? What did that mean? She had also said that Elspeth would know what this was all about, and I silently willed her to come back quickly.
She could tell us what this was all about and I could see whether or not…
Suddenly, I felt a gaze on me. I turned, and there she stood. Elspeth Gordie, Guildmistress of the Farseeker guild, a young, powerful misfit that held the people of Obernewtyn in reverence. She was dressed in the clothes of a male halfbreed gypsy, and her skin had been tanned to a darker shade, no doubt by one of the brews created by Kella. She was slightly startled to see me, and I felt a feeling of triumph deep inside at the reaction that I had managed to inadvertently produce.
But, outside, I willed myself to control. When I spoke, my voice was flat, devoid of emotion, and rather cold.
“Elspeth.”
I straightened, and walked to her, and again, I saw another reaction. Blood had risen to her cheeks. How strange, that the usually cool Guildmistress now so easily reacted at the presence of her leader. She started walking at me, her back straight, as if to try and prove something to me - why would she do that? It was I who needed to do so, not her - but, she suddenly stopped, almost flustered, and took a step back.
I frowned inwardly at that movement, wishing that I knew what she thought and felt, what she wanted, wishing that I could *use* what little I possessed. Outwardly, I merely bowed perfunctorily.
“I have been waiting for you. Kella said you had gone to meet with the rebels.”
She nodded impatiently.
“How… why are you here? What has happened?” she demanded, and there was a very slight quality of fear to her tone.
“Nothing.” She calmed at that. “Not yet, at least. We are here because Maryon sent us.” Her face sharpened at “we”. Her mouth moved as if to ask a question, oh so slightly, before she suddenly stopped, a strange look of realization coming over her face. Her expressions were always so controlled; one had to look carefully for them.
I nodded, satisfied.
“So it’s true, then. She said you would understand.”
“Understand?”
“Maryon futuretold us coming here, but she did not know why. She said you would.” There was a look in her eyes, at those words, a sense of helplessness, and I wanted to tell her that everything would be alright. Elspeth Gordie was never vulnerable though.
“You just came without knowing why because…”
I cut in. “Because Maryon said it was vital for Obernewtyn. Yes.” I nodded, suddenly feeling a sense of mockery at her expression. “It would be a little late to be deciding now that we would not live our lives by the whimsical wisdoms of futuretellers, don’t you think?”
“But that was…”
I interrupted her again.
“Dangerous, foolhardy, rash? Of course.” I spread my fingers, showing her my acceptance. But then my expression hardened and I moved back to the reason why we were here. I would know why Maryon had sent us.
“Why are we here, Elspeth?” she took a deep breath at my words.
“I think because of something that happened at a meeting I had with the rebels today.”
I felt slightly irritating, wondering why everything she said or did had to be so… mysterious. My question had that slight tone to it, and she pursed her lips slightly.
“Brydda asked me to meet with the rebel. He had a suggestion that doing so would humanise Misfits. You were right when you said they that they of us as nothing but freaks. What Brydda hoped for did not happen in the meeting. The two main rebel leaders wanted nothing to do with us, which is the reason why Brydda did not contact us - he was trying to make them change their minds, and accept us. He hoped that his meeting would change their outlook. Malik is the rebel leader of Guanette, and Tardis of Mumroth, and they were the leaders of the two largest rebel groups…” she continued on, telling me about the power struggle, the Sadorian Jakoby, and the rebels liking of the usage of the farseekers for communication. She mentioned Malik’s dislike for that idea and his reasons, and what he very nearly did. Her words made me frown, when she told me about how Malik had almost convinced the other leaders of our apparent incapability of holding our own in battle.
“Go on.”
“When Jakoby heard what he said, she asked him if he would accept us if were proved ourselves capable. He said yes, and she proposed a solution for that; a way to prove ourselves. She told us of these ritual contests in Sador. The Battlegames. She said that it was a series of contents run in one day, from dawn till dusk. This would be a way for us to prove our worth…” as she finished explaining, I sighed.
“We had better go and tell the others to prepare themselves for a sea journey.”
~*~*~
“Maryon sent seven of us. She named them herself. There was no vote in guildmerge; we came as soon as we were told.”
The look on Elspeth’s face when she saw who had been sent, if the situation hadn’t been so serious, would’ve been amusing.
“I bet we are the last people you expected to see,” said Miky cheerfully.
Elspeth’s face remained sombre, as she said,
“That is putting it mildly.” Angina and Miky exchanged slight looks as Elspeth’s gaze went over to Miryum, who by then had stood up and was approaching her. Miryum thumped her back, greeting her.
“It is good to see you, guildmistress. This is a queer business, is it not?”
Elspeth did not answer; instead, her gaze was focused on Freya. Plainly, she was wondering why Maryon had sent her instead of somebody else, and what her powers were.
“Greetings, guildmistress Elspeth. I am Freya. I believe you left Obernewtyn a sevenday or so before I arrived.” She smiled slowly at Elspeth.
“Greetings,” she answered faintly. What had she sensed?
Hannay, and Fian greeted her next, and a slight look of pain came over her features at the sound of Fian’s voice. The loss of Matthew had cut her deeply, understandably.
“And Dragon, It’s so awful. Poor little Dragon. If only Maryon would have let the other come and get her.” Elspeth stared at Miky, uncomprehendingly.
“What do you mean?”
I answered for everybody else, briskly.
“She foresaw Dragon following you.” Her eyes grew with shock and anger as I told her that Maryon had prevented someone from being sent. She shook her head, and when she spoke next, her voice was full of rage.
“Did she dream of Dragon falling into coma as well, when she stoped you bringing her back?” Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed Miky and Angina exchange slight looks again.
Her face changed, going from anger, to hopelessness, as I spoke. When I finished, there was a bleak realization on her face, as something occurred to her.
“Dragon’s not dead, she’s just sleeping,” said Angina softly, and she sat down, apologizing, still slightly shocked.
As the others started talking, she listened absently, staring at everybody suspiciously, and I was certain that she was wondering why we of all people were sent. She possibly thought, as she looked at the twins, why they were chosen, twins with no other talents other then empathy, or why Freya the newcomer was picked, and Fian, who was merely a teknoguilder. There was an approving look in her eyes as she looked at Hannay and Miryum. When her eyes passed over me, I knew what she thought: “Why Rushton? Why risk the Master of Obernewtyn? Eitherway, he can’t reach his talent. What use are these people for the Battlegames?”
The twins finished their tale.
“She didn’t know any more than that.”
”But Elspeth knows!” Elspeth passed her gaze over them, counting quickly, and then there was that look again, that sharp look of realization that had come over her features so often this day.
“Who else came?” she demanded. I smiled, predicting her reaction.
“One other. Dameon.”
That priceless look on her features.
Author: Seito_no_Senshi
Series: Obernewtyn Chronicles
Rated: PG
POV: Rushton
Set during: Ashling, from Chapter 33 onwards.
Chapters: 1/?
Disclaimer: The Obernewtyn Chronicles are copyright Isobelle Carmody. I make no claim to them; I am merely borrowing them for use. I promise that they will be put back safe and sound and unmolested when I am done.
Author notes: The idea of this is actually rather boring when you think about it. I'm rewriting chapter 33 and above for Ashling, into the Point of View of Rushton - trying to be him basically. I'm following the events faithfully, but most of the dialogue has been changed, except for those few oneliners. Possibility of me going back and editing and adding is... moderately high.
Enjoy.
Cross posted to: carmodyonline
Ravek
Ashling: Chapter 33
I leaned against the gypsy wagon, wondering, just *why* we had been sent to Sutrium. Maryon had not been very helpful when she told us what she saw. Going over water? Finding the path? What did that mean? She had also said that Elspeth would know what this was all about, and I silently willed her to come back quickly.
She could tell us what this was all about and I could see whether or not…
Suddenly, I felt a gaze on me. I turned, and there she stood. Elspeth Gordie, Guildmistress of the Farseeker guild, a young, powerful misfit that held the people of Obernewtyn in reverence. She was dressed in the clothes of a male halfbreed gypsy, and her skin had been tanned to a darker shade, no doubt by one of the brews created by Kella. She was slightly startled to see me, and I felt a feeling of triumph deep inside at the reaction that I had managed to inadvertently produce.
But, outside, I willed myself to control. When I spoke, my voice was flat, devoid of emotion, and rather cold.
“Elspeth.”
I straightened, and walked to her, and again, I saw another reaction. Blood had risen to her cheeks. How strange, that the usually cool Guildmistress now so easily reacted at the presence of her leader. She started walking at me, her back straight, as if to try and prove something to me - why would she do that? It was I who needed to do so, not her - but, she suddenly stopped, almost flustered, and took a step back.
I frowned inwardly at that movement, wishing that I knew what she thought and felt, what she wanted, wishing that I could *use* what little I possessed. Outwardly, I merely bowed perfunctorily.
“I have been waiting for you. Kella said you had gone to meet with the rebels.”
She nodded impatiently.
“How… why are you here? What has happened?” she demanded, and there was a very slight quality of fear to her tone.
“Nothing.” She calmed at that. “Not yet, at least. We are here because Maryon sent us.” Her face sharpened at “we”. Her mouth moved as if to ask a question, oh so slightly, before she suddenly stopped, a strange look of realization coming over her face. Her expressions were always so controlled; one had to look carefully for them.
I nodded, satisfied.
“So it’s true, then. She said you would understand.”
“Understand?”
“Maryon futuretold us coming here, but she did not know why. She said you would.” There was a look in her eyes, at those words, a sense of helplessness, and I wanted to tell her that everything would be alright. Elspeth Gordie was never vulnerable though.
“You just came without knowing why because…”
I cut in. “Because Maryon said it was vital for Obernewtyn. Yes.” I nodded, suddenly feeling a sense of mockery at her expression. “It would be a little late to be deciding now that we would not live our lives by the whimsical wisdoms of futuretellers, don’t you think?”
“But that was…”
I interrupted her again.
“Dangerous, foolhardy, rash? Of course.” I spread my fingers, showing her my acceptance. But then my expression hardened and I moved back to the reason why we were here. I would know why Maryon had sent us.
“Why are we here, Elspeth?” she took a deep breath at my words.
“I think because of something that happened at a meeting I had with the rebels today.”
I felt slightly irritating, wondering why everything she said or did had to be so… mysterious. My question had that slight tone to it, and she pursed her lips slightly.
“Brydda asked me to meet with the rebel. He had a suggestion that doing so would humanise Misfits. You were right when you said they that they of us as nothing but freaks. What Brydda hoped for did not happen in the meeting. The two main rebel leaders wanted nothing to do with us, which is the reason why Brydda did not contact us - he was trying to make them change their minds, and accept us. He hoped that his meeting would change their outlook. Malik is the rebel leader of Guanette, and Tardis of Mumroth, and they were the leaders of the two largest rebel groups…” she continued on, telling me about the power struggle, the Sadorian Jakoby, and the rebels liking of the usage of the farseekers for communication. She mentioned Malik’s dislike for that idea and his reasons, and what he very nearly did. Her words made me frown, when she told me about how Malik had almost convinced the other leaders of our apparent incapability of holding our own in battle.
“Go on.”
“When Jakoby heard what he said, she asked him if he would accept us if were proved ourselves capable. He said yes, and she proposed a solution for that; a way to prove ourselves. She told us of these ritual contests in Sador. The Battlegames. She said that it was a series of contents run in one day, from dawn till dusk. This would be a way for us to prove our worth…” as she finished explaining, I sighed.
“We had better go and tell the others to prepare themselves for a sea journey.”
~*~*~
“Maryon sent seven of us. She named them herself. There was no vote in guildmerge; we came as soon as we were told.”
The look on Elspeth’s face when she saw who had been sent, if the situation hadn’t been so serious, would’ve been amusing.
“I bet we are the last people you expected to see,” said Miky cheerfully.
Elspeth’s face remained sombre, as she said,
“That is putting it mildly.” Angina and Miky exchanged slight looks as Elspeth’s gaze went over to Miryum, who by then had stood up and was approaching her. Miryum thumped her back, greeting her.
“It is good to see you, guildmistress. This is a queer business, is it not?”
Elspeth did not answer; instead, her gaze was focused on Freya. Plainly, she was wondering why Maryon had sent her instead of somebody else, and what her powers were.
“Greetings, guildmistress Elspeth. I am Freya. I believe you left Obernewtyn a sevenday or so before I arrived.” She smiled slowly at Elspeth.
“Greetings,” she answered faintly. What had she sensed?
Hannay, and Fian greeted her next, and a slight look of pain came over her features at the sound of Fian’s voice. The loss of Matthew had cut her deeply, understandably.
“And Dragon, It’s so awful. Poor little Dragon. If only Maryon would have let the other come and get her.” Elspeth stared at Miky, uncomprehendingly.
“What do you mean?”
I answered for everybody else, briskly.
“She foresaw Dragon following you.” Her eyes grew with shock and anger as I told her that Maryon had prevented someone from being sent. She shook her head, and when she spoke next, her voice was full of rage.
“Did she dream of Dragon falling into coma as well, when she stoped you bringing her back?” Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed Miky and Angina exchange slight looks again.
Her face changed, going from anger, to hopelessness, as I spoke. When I finished, there was a bleak realization on her face, as something occurred to her.
“Dragon’s not dead, she’s just sleeping,” said Angina softly, and she sat down, apologizing, still slightly shocked.
As the others started talking, she listened absently, staring at everybody suspiciously, and I was certain that she was wondering why we of all people were sent. She possibly thought, as she looked at the twins, why they were chosen, twins with no other talents other then empathy, or why Freya the newcomer was picked, and Fian, who was merely a teknoguilder. There was an approving look in her eyes as she looked at Hannay and Miryum. When her eyes passed over me, I knew what she thought: “Why Rushton? Why risk the Master of Obernewtyn? Eitherway, he can’t reach his talent. What use are these people for the Battlegames?”
The twins finished their tale.
“She didn’t know any more than that.”
”But Elspeth knows!” Elspeth passed her gaze over them, counting quickly, and then there was that look again, that sharp look of realization that had come over her features so often this day.
“Who else came?” she demanded. I smiled, predicting her reaction.
“One other. Dameon.”
That priceless look on her features.