Alternate Ending To “The High Lord”
Sonea turned to Akkarin. She could feel him fading beneath her. Panic struck her suddenly as his eyes began to roll back in his head. No, she thought suddenly, no, you don’t get to leave me like this. It was almost as though he had heard her. A familiar frown faintly creased his brow and through his laboured breaths she thought she heard him sigh. But what was she going to do, she had no healing magic left and she daren’t leave his side. The arena was too far away and she would not part from him if these were to be his last moments. Think, she admonished herself. Suddenly, it came to her. How obvious. What did it matter, it was only a building anyway. The sudden realisation snapped her into clarity and confidence. As though heralding her newfound hope, a series of footsteps clattered towards her. All three of them wore expressions of horror at the dying man laying before them, a High Lord they had respected, then feared and finally admired. Get back, she said forcefully, command in her tone, and pointed them towards the gardens of the Guild. Go, now!
Rothen jumped and exchanged a quick glance with Dorrien. Balken, realising something imperative was underfoot that he did not quite understand grasped his fellow magicians by the arms and briskly led them away. Now that Akkarin had her full attention again she could concentrate. His eyes briefly opened and flicked up to hers. All fight in them seemed to be gone and she could sense the resignation creeping in. She did not waste any more time on further communication but set herself to the task at hand. They were still lying on the steps of the University. All she needed was a little power and then she could shield. She let her senses draw into the stone of the steps, and recalled the book Akkarin had given her about Lord Corlen. He had inadvertently discovered a way to strengthen magical buildings and mould materials through his experimentation with black magic. Now she was using this same skill in the service of something she loved, not the construction of an exquisitely beautiful building but something far more precious – preserving the life of the man she loved. She felt the power draw into her and quickly drew up a shield, in case any rubble from the weakened building would fall on either of them. At the same time, she divided the energy pouring into her, sending half of it to Akkarin. It would not be enough to heal him yet but it would prevent him from slipping into unconsciousness and help him hold on a little longer. She heard him take in a deeper breath as the power flowed into him. She did not open her eyes to check on him but kept her attention on the stone and began increasing the flow of power. Soon it was rushing into her and she created a stronger shield. She could hear cracks and rumblings from above. She heard a violent crash from behind the closed doors and knew the elaborate staircase had collapsed. Good, she thought. It must have taken an immense amount of magic to have held up something so fine and delicate. As if in response, she felt a tidal wave ripple into her. That’s enough, came a hoarse voice from beneath her. She looked down and his eyes were open, staring into hers. There was light in them again. She sensed into his body to begin healing the broken parts, though with her limited knowledge she was not sure how much she could do. She was about to call out to Dorrien to help when something almost stopped her heart. The corner of his lips turned up. He was healing himself. She hadn’t realised it but she accessed an immense amount of power from the buildings. She didn’t look up to see if any of it was still intact. She probably would have heard boulders clattering against her shield but at this point she wasn’t even sure of that, so transfixed was she by the possibility that she might get to keep him. “Fascinating thought process,” he said wryly, “but if you wouldn’t mind, I don’t think it would be a bad idea if you called Dorrien. I am not an expert in this myself.” She looked down at the knife still wedged in his chest and the beads of sweat that had collected at his forehead. He was obviously still in a great deal of pain and nowhere near safe yet. She looked around in alarm, how far had they gone? Mentally she screamed his name. Dorrien, help! “I’m coming” was the immediate response.She looked around at the buildings to assess their state of disrepair. Dorrien would not be able to shield. She would have to protect him somehow until she could send him some healing energy of her own to help restore his exhausted magic. Dorrien will not be able to help me that way, Akkarin stuttered between gasps. I need to enter his mind to see what needs to be done. “Sonea”. She looked up to see Dorrien standing some distance away, staring up at the remains of the University. Chunks of it had fallen away and it looked like it could topple in any direction at a moment’s notice. “You can move me,” Akkarin uttered lowly, his face contorted in a grimace as he tried to rise. The effort was too much however and he lay back down on the stone, breathing heavily. The magic was keeping him alive but he could not heal himself with the knife in his chest and they daren’t pull it out. “What if…”. A thought tugged at the edge of Sonea’s consciousness. After all she had learned about black magic and even before that, as a slum dweller, surprised to find she had magic at all, did she really need to live in the confines of the world as it had been shown to her. “What if…” She closed her eyes and focused. She could sense Dorrien, several hundred paces away. There was barely a trickle of magic in his form. But she drew deeply into her own and expelled it away from her. It was almost like sending a strike but with healing energy instead of that of attack. She allowed her magic to move outward slowly, porously, like a river drawing closer and closer to its destination. Then it reached him and she surrounded him with a balming warmth of protective energy, a shield, she recognised with satisfaction. Still with her eyes closed, she poured a little light energy into that shield. Now came the moment of truth. If the shield was visible when she looked, she could assume it also held all the properties of strength and protection she had infused it with. She looked outward towards Dorrien standing on the grass. A faint pink glow surrounded him. He looked confused and was looking at his own hands. He responded to her gaze and when their eyes met he broke into a wide grin and strode towards her. Relieved, she let her attention return to Akkarin. “How…did…you….do that?” he breathed through gritted teeth. The man could be on the brink of death and still find a way to wonder about the intricacies of undiscovered magic. “I don’t know” Sonea replied, her own face creasing in worry. Why wasn’t he getting any better? With all this power shouldn’t he be looking a little stronger. But it was obvious. Life was still seeping out from him. It was with horror that Sonea realised in that moment what loss of blood could do and the ineffectiveness of healing magic in that department. She looked up to find Dorrien had reached them. He assessed the situation methodically. His eyes roving over Akkarin’s body and from somewhere in his training, planning what the first move should be. “Help me” Akkarin said, desperation seeping into his tone. It was something she had never heard from him and it shook her to the core of her being. “Step aside for a moment, Sonea” Dorrien said, his brow creased and his eyes more serious than she could ever remember seeing them. Even the incident at the South Pass hadn’t seemed to frighten him this much. She shifted her position slightly, unwilling to let go of Akkarin. What if he needed more power? But she knew that wasn’t the real reason she did not want to let go.
Dorrien knelt in a crouch. “I’m going to be pulling this knife out of you now. I want you to send healing magic immediately to the source of the wound. Seal it at the deepest level. Worry about the skin and more superficial levels later. There will be an immense amount of blood, especially if any major blood vessels have been severed and it is imperative that you close them immediately. Do you have enough power?” He addressed his directions to Akkarin but when he asked the last question his gaze fixed on Sonea. She quickly drew in more from the ground beneath them, which led to more rumbling around them. But she was confident her shields would hold. “Sonea” Akkarin tried to reproach her. “No” both she and Dorrien said in unison. “You mean more to us than some building” Dorrien said with both warmth and strength in his eyes “And it’s not just for your Ichiani killing capacity”. He turned and nodded at Sonea. “Do you think that’s enough?” The ocean of energy she had just flowed into him was ten times the capacity of a normal magician. “It’s more healing ability than anyone would naturally be able to hold”. “Okay,” Dorrien said seriously, his mind back on his task and in his own discipline. He paused. Sonea sent herself into Akkarin’s mind. It was in disarray. He could barely think through the pain. How had he seemingly recovered so quickly if this what he felt like. “I don’t know if he’ll be quick enough” Sonea said grimly. “Could I do it?” Dorrien gave her a quick glance. “Either way, time is of the essence. He’s losing too much blood. Focus on the blade of the knife within his body.” She felt Akkarin relax under her hands. He must have known he wouldn’t have been able to heal himself in time. He gave the responsibly over to her. He shut his eyes and breathed softly, trusting his life to her hands. She felt a momentary stirring of fear, this was the first time she had ever really healed such a serious injury. It was the discipline she always knew she was going to favour. She just wished she had gotten further along in her training. As Dorrien gave her rapid fire instructions she allowed her eyes to roam over Akkarin’s face. Obviously sensing her in his own mind his eyes met hers. They were full of apology. Apology for what, she couldn’t think about that now. Doubt racked her frame. “I don’t know if I can do this.” Yes, you can. She wasn’t sure if that voice of conviction had come from within her or Akkarin. She wasn’t sure she knew the difference anymore anyway. As Dorrien finished describing the basics of what needed to be done, she understood. Once she had sealed up the worst of it Akkarin would be able to heal himself. The key was making sure he survived the next thirty seconds. “You ready?” Dorrien looked at her. She nodded imperceptibly as his hands grasped the hilt of the blade. If Akkarin was afraid he never betrayed it. With a quick movement Dorrien wrenched the Sakakhan knife out of his chest. An agonising scream left Akkarin’s lips. Momentarily distracted, Sonea forced herself to ignore his pain and tend to the wound. She found the source of the bleeding easily enough and let love pour through her and kiss every severed cell and membrane. It knitted up before her as she scanned the surrounding areas. Veins reattached themselves, a mangled artery stuttered back into life and began to circulate soul through it again. She tended to tissues in the nearby area that were also damaged, crisscrossed by tears. Then something else started happening. As she perceived an injury, it fixed itself before she got a chance to touch it. “How am I doing this?”, she wondered. Somewhere deep within her came a voice. “You’re not, I am”. It was accompanied by something else, a wave of relief and gratitude and ….love. She pulled her attention back, not far enough to leave him, just far enough to watch. Everything was repairing itself. “How does he know how to do all this, he is not a Healer?”. “No, but Dorrien is”. Reluctant to pull her attention away from where it might be needed she refused the temptation to look back outside his body just yet. However, soon he hummed with a state of wellbeing and ease and she began to relax. She got a sense of his mind again and it was no longer in disarray but calm and focused. “I’m okay”, she heard. Unsure of whether or not to trust him – he had been entirely too self sacrificial in the past – she let her mind linger. Til her concentration was broken by a roar of laughter. “Well, that is certainly one way to do it!” Her eyes snapped open and she found herself regarding Dorrien. He was looking at Akkarin incredulously and they appeared to be having some form of mental communication. Akkarin had grasped Dorrien’s arm against his own, presumably so he could be guided by the Healer’s ability. He was sending him mental pictures of the work he had done inside and, apparently, Dorrien couldn’t believe it. Slightly unnerved by the conversation Sonea turned her attention to the shield around the three of them. She had merged Dorrien’s pink shield into her own and Akkarin’s shield, such that they were all held within an impenetrable barrier that kept them from harm. She looked around at the university, it was in ruin. Huge rocks lay broken in half around them and a light dust covered the top of the shield. She looked within what the University had been and felt her own joy and laughter bubble up from within her. Akkarin was alive, the Ichiani were dead and the University could be rebuilt. A ray of sun broke across her face and she felt like she had been reborn.




























