Final moments
dear god this is bad writing but i needed to get it out of my system
The spearhead still glowed – no water would quench these fires. Morellan’s eyes met Loken’s and together they stood before the forge, heedless of the Milesians that had been flung back from the force of a weapon of legend being brought into creation.
“Time to end this, my love, don’t you think?” Loken murmured softly. Morellan nodded and tightened her grip on the haft of the spear. The curse that once plagued her was now held in check by Soeren’s rune, and she could think without distraction once more. Holding her arms before her, opened veins flowing freely, she called out for him.
“Ferric.”
This time, there would be no incantations.
“Ferric!”
This time, there would be no ghost fence, no support from other users of the wyrd, no precautions.
“FERRIC!”
This time, there would be no holding back.
The spirit of her former friend shouldered his way out of the embers or the forge, and stepped out, grinning. Loken moved away cautiously, never letting the old Tuatha out of his sight.
“It is finished, Ferric. We finished it, Loken and I.” Morellan said, watching Ferric edge closer. He only had eyes for the weapon she now held.
“Ah, Morellan, I always knew you had it in you. Well done, child. Well done.” He was close now. Nearly close enough. Morella inclined her head and shifted her grip ever so slightly.
“It was hard, and not without -” her eyes flicked to Loken’s form, moving in behind Ferric. “- sacrifices. But we prevailed. And I have to thank you, Ferric, for you were right.” She smiled, cold and bloodless. “That which did not kill me, has made me so very strong.”
She lashed at the smith with all she had and watched him fly backwards to fall in a crumpled heap. Loken laughed, feeling the raw power surging through the spear, through him.
Ferric responded in kind, with a blow of wyrd and a wordless shriek of rage. It caught Morellan but all she could do was laugh through the pain. She moved towards him, feelings attacks get more frenzied as he began to panic, finally guessing her revenge for him.
“I bind you, Ferric.” Soeren’s rune shone out where it had burned itself into her palm. “I bind you with Danu, who is life, and with the Morrigan, who is death.” Ferric howled in pain and held his arm up, attempting in some way to shield himself from that terrible rune. Morellan continued, voice rising, and all the while she could hear Loken, laughing, laughing. “I bind you with the power found in death, for dead is all you are and you will hear my words and know fear! Ferric, I bind you here for all time!” She stabbed.
Ferric screamed, high and animalistic, and his spirit vanished. The spear was still, then violently jolted, throwing Morellan back. Ferric raged within his new prison, but Soeren’s rune held.
For once, the Milesians were silent. Morellan began to laugh.
And all Hell broke loose.