Fanfic:Angelique's Three Arches
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Arch 1
Angelique had nodded her understanding and she walked through the arches, her eyes closed against the bright light. When she opened them, she saw a very familiar room to her. The kitchen of the small cottage that she had managed to procure for herself and her mother and brother. It was a rough day as she rubbed her eyes in tiredness, and checked in on her mother once more. Be steadfast. She heard the words, but shook her head, putting it down to tiredness, even if she felt that those two words were so important. Her brother came running into the cabin, full of noise and excitement. But it wasn't good excitement, he was terrified. "ANGEL!!" He hollered for her. "I did something stupid, and I'm sorry!!!" He said as he wrapped arms around her waist.
"What did you do!?" She asked, tilting his face back to look at her. "I stole some food to help with the table. And I think my friends turned me in…" He said as he held up the sack with food in it. "Why are you stealing!??! I've told you again and again that it's bad!" She said, completely frustrated with her brother. "How could you do this? Do you have any idea what danger you have put us in!?" Angelique took his arms away from around her and paced.
"Angel please!!"
"Don't you Angel Please me!" She snarled back, whirling around and advancing on her little brother. "Mathais, I have every right and am in the right state of mind to tan your hide. We were doing fine! I have managed to put food on the table and keep mother healthy while you go off gallivanting. And you've now endangered that!" Angelique raised her hand to her little brother when she heard a knock at the door. "al'Chan we know you're in there! Open up!! You give back what you gave and we won't hurt you."
Angelique turned quickly to look at the door and then shoved her brother into the room where their mother slept in her coma. "Go, stay silent. Don't say a blasted word." She hissed at him, before she shut that door and then moved over to answer the door. "Can I help you?"
"Where's the boy?" Of course it had to be this man. Of all the people Mathais had to be stupid enough to steal from, it had to Darnel the baker. The man's arms were corded steel from kneading bread all day. Her mouth pursed into a line as she looked up at him, clearly unimpressed.
"What boy?"
"Don't play coy with me girl. We know he's here."
"I don't know who you're talking about. No one is here besides me and my mother." She replied, moving to shut the door.
There was a short struggle with the door, but Angelique was quickly overpowered. Darnel wasn't having any of that as he shoved the door open and his posse, all of the same build as Darnel, stormed in, rooting through the house. Once they reached the room where Jenna was sleeping, a soft silvery glitter appeared around the door, showing her the door way. The way back will come only once.
Her eyes went wide, and she stood up from where she had been knocked down, and ran for the doorway, covering her face and crashing through the doorway, tumbling and rolling naked across the floor. She was back, and her body was shaking from the stress of what she had relived. That had actually happened, but she had been able to talk them out of it, and had been able to not lose her brother yet, and protect Jenna all the same. She struggled to her feet, knees screaming, and body aching.
Arch 2
The light was once again blinding, and she covered her eyes from the light only to find herself hip deep in the Infirmary and injured people. She glanced down and saw the banded hem of an Accepted, and got to work. The woman was quick to delve people and figure out who needed the most help. It was hard work, but she was working quickly and well.
"Aes Sedai! The battle's getting worse! We need a crew going around and healing the worst of those out on the battlements." A Gaidar said to an Aes Sedai to Angelique's left.
The Aes Sedai gave a small sigh before she looked around. "Okay, let's see. Angelique, Caddoc, Hester, and Kent, you're with that Gaidar going out to the battlements. Be safe, and send the most injured back here for us. Keep our people alive." She ordered, as Angelique nodded, grabbing her satchel with bandages and materials needed for healing. The quartet moved out towards the battlements with the Gaidar seeing the damage reaped by the Seanchan.
Be steadfast.
The Gaidar stayed near them as they moved throughout the battle, looking for those that needed their assistance. It didn't take long to find injured members of the Tower. Angelique was quick to heal those that she came across, weaving water spirit and air to give them what they needed on top of helping them with the fatigue that came with it, cautioning them that their body would need rest, but for now they would be okay. During one of these healings she felt a sharp stinging pain in her side, that she cried out for but controlled her reaction beyond that.
That was of course until Angelique found Garren laying on the ground, with a rather hefty wound in his side. Her hands went to her mouth, covered in the blood of those she had helped, before she ran over to him. Sliding onto her knees next to him, she frantically delved him to find out the extent of his injuries. It explained the sharp stabbing pain in her side from earlier, and as she kept looking at him frantically, she felt Caddoc next to her.
Green eyes met sharp emerald ones as Angelique looked up to him. "The way back will come only once." Caddoc said, and Angelique narrowed her eyes at him. "What?" She asked, before Caddoc repeated himself. "Move out of the way girl. We need to save him, or you're going to go insane." Had she been hearing things again? It was so strange to think of, but she shook her head, and laid her hands on Garren, preparing the weaves, when she glanced up and saw the silvery door frame.
An arrow thudded into flesh, and Caddoc glanced down at the wood protruding from his chest while Angelique looked on with horror. She had such a terrible choice to make, did she go for the door that her body pulled her to, or did she help Garren and Caddoc. "ANGEL WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!?" He shouted after her as she ran towards the arch, managing to maintain her feet in the flight through the door. Eyes wild and tears streaming, she glanced around, realizing she was once again naked in the room with the oddly warm floor.
Arch 3
Her body was shaking as she stood tall, water flowing over her body from the chalice. She looked at the third arch and for a moment debating getting herself put out of the tower. Her and Garren could be free of this life, of what she had seen. But she had to keep moving, she had to be strong, prove that she was woman strong and fearless enough to hold him. There was only one arch left. She could do this, she was strong enough. Her breath came in, and she walked towards the arch, closing her eyes as she walked through to save her eyes from the blinding white light.
Once she opened them, she saw the golden yellow sleeve encasing her arm. She was an Aes Sedai of the Yellow, by the feel of the shawl around her shoulders. Whipping that off, she wrapped it around her waist and gathered her things. She was going to be late for what she was being called to do, what she always did when the Tower needed answers, and didn't use compulsion because the mind was too strong. It was her job, aside from her sedate Yellow duties. Her feet carried her towards the basements, where the prisoner was being kept.
As she approached, she was handed a mask to conceal her features, so that she wouldn't waste her energy with illusion. She entered the room, with the mask on, to see a man sitting strapped to a chair with a black bag over his face. "Begin Aes Sedai. We require the information he holds from us to get what we need to stop this once and for all." the Asha'man said as he sat in the corner. It was clear that he was there holding a shield around the man who was tied to a chair. Taking a soft breath, she reached forward to remove the bag.
Even though a small part of her knew who would be beneath the bag, she was still startled when her green eyes met those dark blues of Mathais al'Chan, the supposed Lord Silver, an infamous Darkfriend around the Tower. He was gagged, and Angelique was quick to remove that. "So they sent you. Of all people they send your pitiful self to get answers out of me!?" He asked snarling at her. The Asha'man looked over at her sharply as she moved the mask. She gestured that it was fine before she spoke. "If you think that I will go easy on you because you used to be my brother, think again." She summoned the power to her grasp and readied what she wanted.
"If you think that you can break me, you've got another thing coming. Be Steadfast sister." He said with a glare at her. Her eyes narrowed, and she wove a scalpel like shaped weave, inserting that into one of his wounds. He howled loud and long, before dissolving into laughter. "This is nothing." He snarled at her.
"Tell me what we want to know. How many of you are there? Where did your little friend Anders go off to?"
"Go to Shayol Gul Angel. I'm not telling you anything." He replied before he was set to howling again, as she went into each of his wounds one by one and tore the healing apart. All the healing had been done lacklustre by an Asha'man who could heal specific wounds to specific degrees, and Angelique was taking each one apart.
"Mother's dead. You do know that right? Nothing you've ever done has helped or assisted her in any way. She's been murdered by my hands, by the hands she made with that fool of an Asha'man who was also killed by me and mine. Oh we had fun with Father, torturing him, showing him what you had become. He begged us to kill him." Mathais taunted her, breathing hard as he had screamed. There was a pounding on the door, and a man was shoved into the room, falling on his face since his hands were bound behind his back.
Angelique paused in her job to grab him off the floor. Watching Mathais there was no mistaking his anguish. This man was Anders, his right hand, and most trusted advisor. The way back will come only once.
The woman grabbed an actual scalpel, and held it to the man's throat her hands twisted into his hair. "How many of you are there? Tell me, and he'll live. Lie to me, and I will slaughter him in front of your light forsaken eyes." She snarled back at him. Mathais looked torn. He wanted to save Anders, his lover, but he couldn't let the others win, he couldn't betray his own.
"You have ten seconds to answer me Mathais. Or I will bloody well kill him." She snarled as she held the scalpel hard enough against Anders' skin to break it.
"Just tell them Mathais, we can live out the rest of our lives in a cell. They promised that. They promised if we gave up the Darkside we could be protected for the rest of our lives. Please Mathais, I don't want to do this anymore. They're stronger than the Shai'tan. We can't win." Anders begged softly of his lover.
Just a moment more, and Angelique would have had everything from the pair. But glancing up she saw the silvery doorway glittering behind Mathais. She had to go, even though she was so close to getting everything she needed. Or she could stay, and finish this. Letting Anders go, she didn't feel a knot of emotions in her head, which meant she didn't have Garren. Without Garren, this world wasn't good enough to live in. Climbing to her feet, she ran for the doorway as the door busted open, and darkfriends flooded the room to rescue Mathais and Anders. She dove forward into the silver doorway, and rolled across the warm floor, naked, and shaking. What had that weave been? She would have to ask the Yellows about it, because it terrified her completely, and she had to be sure that she wasn't just imagining things. What she had been doing felt so right, so natural. Did she really torture people like that? She felt like she was going to throw up, but the ceremony wasn't done yet.
And her brother, he couldn't have turned to the Darkside...Could he have? There was no way, and even if he did, there was no way he would wind up in their dungeons. Her breathing was shaky as she also realized what really kept her strong throughout the entire ordeal. Garren's bond, which without, she would have likely stayed in that last Arch, and lived out the rest of her life there. She would have to go visit him soon, and thank him.
