Fanfic:Deek's Three Arches

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Deek's Three Arches
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  • James (II)
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Deek Mythis steps into the first arch...

Walking through the arch the light seems to blind him, but the next second the light has vanished. Deek opens his eyes, to see his sister in the gardens at their house. This place and this scene are so familiar. He has been here before, but when and why this one.

A moment goes by before he realizes that this is just before his sister went into the coma. Maybe this will help him to figure out what is wrong with her. Looking around everything is just as it was. His sister tending to the flowers and he was moving the dirt to keep the ground fertile. Out of the corner of his eye Deek catches a movement. Turning, to look, he sees his mother take a step out of the house. A glint of fire was lighting her eyes. Her hand was out stretched with the fingers seeming to tighten around something. Looking back at his sister he saw her reach as if to take something off of her neck that would be choking her. But nothing was there.

Her body fell limp, numb to all feeling, cold to the touch. Turning back around he saw his mother running towards them with a knife in her hand, as if she meant to stab his little sister. A bright blue light shone over his eyes as a ward shifted into sight. His mother had no time to react to it. Running face first into the wall she fell backwards and the knife flew from her hand. It had landed somewhere over in the bushes that Deek and his sister had not gotten to yet.

It went into the bushes and that was why Deek had ever found it. His mother was the one that had done this to his beloved sister. His mother could channel, and she had never told Deek or his sister about it. But why in the world would she use it on her own daughter. There was no sense in that at all. No reason for her to use it on a little girl.

His mother had betrayed his trust, betrayed everything that she had taught him. Now he could not believe a word that she said. Looking back at his sister lying in his arms he began to weep. He always looked after her, no matter what trouble she was in, he was always there. But now she was in a place where Deek could not fallow. He could not get to her.

A slight shift in the light caught his attention. It was the gate to get back, and his only way out of this other world. He did not want to leave his sister there again, but this would be the only way that he could ever help her again. Now he knew the truth about the situation.

Laying her down on the ground he stood up and looked back at his mother, disappointment in his eyes. Turning back around he saw the gate begin to shrink down, it was beginning to dissipate. Taking off at a run directly for the gate, it seemed he was too far away to make it. His last thought was that maybe that rock was there for a reason.

Just a moment before he reached the gate his right foot caught on a rock and tripped him. The motion sent him flying through the air, and skidding through the arch on his side. At least he did make it.

Deek Mythis steps into the second arch...

As Deek stepped through the second arch, a feeling rushed over his body. A feeling of helplessness, like he could not control his own body. The involuntary unsheathing of his blade was the only sign that he needed to understand that what he had always feared was coming true. He was now helpless, unable to help anyone that might need it. And the worse part about it was; that it was really him that was going to inflict the pain that he wanted so badly to stop. There was nothing that he could do to stop his arm from going through the motions of slicing right into the other soldiers and novices along the hallway.

For whatever reason though, no one went running or screaming. Everyone just kept going on about their normal days, as if nothing at all out of the ordinary was going on. Nobody was safe from this attack. Everyone was being attacked, novices, soldier, dedicated, accepted, Asha'man, Aes Sedia, and Warders alike. Not one person was being spared on this account.

For some unknown reason, Deek shook enough to wake him from his sleep. Everything with walking down the halls with his blade out, and slicing each person he came across, one by one. The feeling of being helpless was gone now; there was no more reason to think that he would hurt anyone. That was the last thing that he would ever want to do. The people that were being hurt in that "dream" were people that he would never have a reason that he could think of, to hurt.

A tingling feeling was the only warning Deek had to what was to come. A twitch in his arm told him that he was beginning to loose control of himself again, only this time it might now be just a dream. This time it might just be the real thing.

Grasping for the source Deek embraced it and used it to try to tie off the other side that was trying to come out. He knew that if he did not do something then this other thing or person would take him over and the dream would become reality.

A glimpse of the ward, which he had put around his sister and himself to keep their mother out, came into his mind. Creating that same ward around his other half that was killing everyone, it was the only option. One thing he still can not understand to this day is how he is able to make that ward. All he knows is that he can make it on command.

Falling to his knees, the feelings of helplessness dissipating, he catches a glimpse of light shinning through the door way. Looking up he sees the gate to get back out of this hell, inside his mind. Jumping to his feet, he takes off towards the gate. He does not want to chance even coming close to missing it this time. He stops right before the gate; slowly he puts a foot through, taking his steps back into reality.

Deek Mythis steps into the final arch...

Stepping through the third, and final, arch, Deek felt overly tired. He felt as if he had just traveled for days, maybe even weeks. The blinding light dissipated and revealed to him that he was at Dragonmount. That, among the fact that his father was right in front of him, confused him beyond his own belief.

The swinging of his fathers' blade was his only warning that at this point he was not in good standing with his father. Maybe the fact that Deek was not taking the time to think, he was just reacting, was saving his life. At this point it was next to impossible to decide which was doing him more good, but something was so changing anything might be the death of him. The precision of his movements and the technique that he was using told him that he had good training. Maybe he had become what his other half had always wanted.

The thrust was the single most important mistake that his father made in this battle. Deek shifted his elbow up, while canting his wrist down, he swiped the blade across the front of him to deflect the thrust. The next movement did what it was meant to do, in fallowing the thrust deflection; it caught his father off guard and rendered him helpless. Now his father was beaten.

"Lay down your sword." Deek's voice had a rasp in it the told his father to do what was said or he would end his life. And Deek would do just that without a second thought to it.

For years everyone, even his own mother, told Deek that his father had been killed in a battle long ago. Everything about his father had been a lie, but why would they lie about that, and why would he be seeing his father here now.

"What are you doing here? Why am I here? And where have you been for all these years, father?" Just questions to be sure, but in the eyes of someone who has seen all the events that are leading up to this, a confusion type wave of questions.

"I want the whole truth. Like where have you been all these long years? Why have you not tried to come find me? Why did you leave?" Deek's voice was beginning to tremble with anger towards his father.

Looking up into Deek's eyes he spoke in a soft smooth tone, like it was planned this way. "When you were just born I left your mother. I traveled for months, from city to city. I fought in a lot of armies. I killed more men then I can count. Still my thirst for battle was not satisfied. So I traveled to Tar Valon. I joined the training ranks to try and become a Warder, the fighters of legend.

Shortly after I gained my first rank up, I killed my master in combat. It was just a training session, but I was hungry for blood. Some how I managed to get out and get away from the tower. Long travels and more battles led me to hear about you. Rumors from the town said that you had left to the Grey Tower. They said that you could channel, and that your sister fell extremely ill because of it.

So I tracked you down, and talked to some of the guards, got hired on as a helping hand at the tavern. It kept me closer to you and allowed me to listen in on the talk of channelers. Eventually word of you hit my ears again and I got you that letter. When you left the tower I fallowed you all the way here. I did not think that you would actually come alone, and frankly I did not think that you would be so good with a blade. But then again I am getting really old, and a bit rusty.

The main reason that I left and didn't come back, while you were growing up, is because, your mother was going insane. She was torturing people with the One Power. I wanted no part of that evil that she was doing. I left you behind because; I thought that maybe it had already gotten to you. I hated your mother for what she was doing, but I do not hate you for what you have become. You are nothing like your mother was. If anything your more like you old man.

Lowering his blade he turned to collect his things. A shuffle of grass caught his attention and Deek turned around, the dagger was not far from reaching him. Only one thing entered his mind, and that one thing went to use right then and there. A fire emerged from his hands into his fathers' chest. The collision was strong enough to knock Deek onto his back.

Sitting up Deek realized that there was nothing left of his fathers' body. Only the dagger lay on the ground in front of him. The blade was bright red like the coals of a fire. His father was now truly dead. No more lies, no more deceit.

The shinning light of the gate made Deek get to his feet and run towards it. One foot at a time he passed through the gate for what he hoped was the last time.