Somewhere in the north of Norway, July 18
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zg_shadowsShe was deep under the ice. It was an hour, now, since she had seen even the faintest trace of light; an hour since she had stared into the darkness that gaped wide to swallow her, felt the hair rise on the back of her neck as it exhaled horror along with stale, clammy air, and chosen to go on.
It was about the same amount of time since she had last felt her feet. She stood very still, now, so they wouldn't see her stumble. The faint blue lights that danced about the far corners of this cavern illuminated nothing, but she could sense them all around her, their movements sending tiny puffs of cold air that chilled her through her damp clothing.
They could see her, of course. Even this far down, there was sunlight on her skin. She wasn't sure when in the history of the world there might have been a more tempting target.
"F--- your war," she said. "Can't fight it if you don't have a world to fight it in."
Many times it has been said, the end is nigh. The air whispered around her, like a snake sliding over bone. And yet the world is still here... It will not end this time either.
"That what you've seen in your future?" she challenged. She was their equal in power, but there were many of them, and they were far, far older...
Silence sucked at her words, and she gave a one-sided grin that deliberately revealed a set of sharply pointed teeth.
Your pets cannot hold back the darkness. There was a hint of self-satisfaction in the words that told her far more than the speaker had probably intended.
The smile vanished. The teeth remained. "Thought that's what you might be thinking. But allying with them won't help. They're not fighting to win. They're fighting to die; so I guess we have at least something in common..." Her tight smile was gone as quickly as it appeared. "I have a little more ambition for my life than dying a day after everybody else. I'm guessing you do too."
She waited, delicately-pointed ears alert for any sound.
And what do you offer, sun-child? they asked at last, as she had expected they would.
"Quite a lot, actually," she began, and settled herself as comfortably as she could on the frozen stone. They were willing to negotiate. They'd come round.
It wasn't really how she'd envisaged spending her birthday. But it would do.
It was about the same amount of time since she had last felt her feet. She stood very still, now, so they wouldn't see her stumble. The faint blue lights that danced about the far corners of this cavern illuminated nothing, but she could sense them all around her, their movements sending tiny puffs of cold air that chilled her through her damp clothing.
They could see her, of course. Even this far down, there was sunlight on her skin. She wasn't sure when in the history of the world there might have been a more tempting target.
"F--- your war," she said. "Can't fight it if you don't have a world to fight it in."
Many times it has been said, the end is nigh. The air whispered around her, like a snake sliding over bone. And yet the world is still here... It will not end this time either.
"That what you've seen in your future?" she challenged. She was their equal in power, but there were many of them, and they were far, far older...
Silence sucked at her words, and she gave a one-sided grin that deliberately revealed a set of sharply pointed teeth.
Your pets cannot hold back the darkness. There was a hint of self-satisfaction in the words that told her far more than the speaker had probably intended.
The smile vanished. The teeth remained. "Thought that's what you might be thinking. But allying with them won't help. They're not fighting to win. They're fighting to die; so I guess we have at least something in common..." Her tight smile was gone as quickly as it appeared. "I have a little more ambition for my life than dying a day after everybody else. I'm guessing you do too."
She waited, delicately-pointed ears alert for any sound.
And what do you offer, sun-child? they asked at last, as she had expected they would.
"Quite a lot, actually," she began, and settled herself as comfortably as she could on the frozen stone. They were willing to negotiate. They'd come round.
It wasn't really how she'd envisaged spending her birthday. But it would do.
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