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Shadows of Destiny
by Aelyva
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AUTHOR NOTES: I started this story back in
1999...Yeah, I know it's been a very long time! And
it's still not finish, but don't worry, I'm working on
it ;) As long as there will someone to read my fic, I
will continue!
THANKS TO: Rachel for her wonderful beta-reading!
;)And also to everyone who beta read for me in the
past (Steph and Bigfan1). And thanks for everyone who
sent me feedback regarding this story since the
beginning. I really appreciate it and I love you for
that! ;)
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Part One ~ Consequences
The future. It never can be predicted, because it's
always moving. It's the unknown and what's unknown can
sometimes be scary. Even if it can be controlled in a
certain way, a part of the future will always remain
unknown. They say the future is a continually of the
past. But the past can never come back, right? Because
it's over… But sometimes, some events from the past
can come back to the surface and change everything.
So, be always wary of your past.
I don't remember my past. Not only I don't know what
might happen in the future, but I also have no idea
what happened before. Scary… Because, who knows what
happened…One day, everything could re-appear and maybe
the past should have stayed silent. Forever.
~*~*~
Bryn stood on a mountain, watching the waves of the
sea and listening to their sweet whispers. They were
telling her to run away, to run far, far away from
this island, but she didn't hear them, didn't
understand they were talking to her. She was lost in
her thoughts, thinking about the man that was haunting
her every night dreams. The captain of the ship she
was sailing on, the handsome and courageous Sinbad.
She laughed softly, and turned around to give him a
quick look. He was about ten meters away from her,
joking with his brother. He doesn't know how fast her
heart beats when he was near her. He doesn't know how
her legs shake when he smiles at her. He doesn't know
how she feels when he looks to her with his blue eyes.
She feels lost when she is looking into those eyes. He
doesn't know how she feels when she was just looking
at his muscular body. He has no idea of her feelings
for him and she doesn't want him to know. It would
just ruin a great friendship.
Damn her if he ever finds out about her feelings. She
never wants him to know, never. He's the man women
would kill their mother to pass an evening with. He's
gentle, strong, courageous, and so handsome...he can
have every girl he wants, and it's certainly not her.
Why would he be interested in someone like her anyway?
Right, he kissed her. It had been the most wonderful
thing that happened in her life. But it meant nothing
to him. He kissed lots of women. She was just another
one amongst the others.
She sighed and gave a last look at the navy blue sea,
then walked back to the others. They meant everything
to her. She couldn't imagine living without them now,
and it was because of this that sometimes Bryn wishes
she wouldn't get her memories back. She had a feeling
deep inside that if she does get them back, she could
lose them forever, and it's the last thing Bryn wants
to happen. Bryn still remembers Scratch words: "I'm
surprised you're with these do-gooders. A girl with
your pedigree?" What did he mean by that? Honestly,
she didn't want to know.
She shook her head to get rid of those dark thoughts
and turned her attention to the crew, who was now
smiling at her, and she forced a smile back.
"Hey Bryn! We thought you would watch the sea
forever," Doubar welcomed her, a big smile on his
face.
Bryn smiled to him in return. "Yeah. The landscape is
great. I couldn't stop myself from watching it.
Anyway, what are we doing now? Are we staying here for
the night?"
Glancing at her, Sinbad frowned. He had sensed her
look on him earlier. He was wondering what she was
thinking about. She seemed almost depressed on that
cliff, looking at the sea. In fact, if he remembers
correctly, it had been awhile since she got that
look on her face. It started just after they set sail
after the confrontation with Scratch. He'd ask her
later if she wanted to talk about it. "No, I suggest
we go to the village we passed through and ask at the
tavern if they have some rooms. I'm pretty sure it
will be raining tonight, so a room would be better
than a tent," Sinbad finally answered, looking at her
with his blue eyes that were smiling in return at her.
At Sinbad's proposition, everyone agreed and started
to get ready to leave. They soon took the path to the
village in silence, Sinbad in lead. The sound of boots
crunching on underbrush and twigs echoed in the deep
forest.
Rongar and Firouz were closing the lead. The physician
was babbling about some kind of a rock he discovered
near the cliff. Rongar, next him, tried his best to
look interested by the subject. He sometimes wished
his friend knew when to talk and when to remain
silent. Now was a good time to remain silent.
Bryn was behind Sinbad and her eyes couldn't look
anywhere, but him. She blushed, and was happy no one
could see her. He was so...so...so everything a woman
could dream of. She wanted him to touch her, to kiss
her with passion, to...
So lost in her thoughts that she was, Bryn didn't see
the medium-sized rock on the ground. She was too
focused on Sinbad that she stumbled over the rock and
she started to fell on the ground. Bryn groaned in
pain, when she hit the ground. Her head knocked on the
rock and then, nothing.
"Bryn!" Doubar shouted as he was just behind her and
saw her fall. He ran to the brown-haired woman.
When Doubar screamed Bryn's name, Sinbad immediately
turned around to see what happened. Bryn was lying on
the ground, blood flowed on her forehead. He wanted to
kneel near to her, but his legs didn't want to obey
him.
"Don't move her, we never know," Firouz answered, as
he took her pulse.
Sinbad couldn't make a move. He was watching the
scene, horrified. He couldn't speak a word. All he
could do was watch Bryn. She was very pale and
bleeding heavily from her head and her ankle seemed
swollen. She wasn't conscious.
"She's breathing, but her pulse...We should bring her
to the village fast. She hit her head hard and her
ankle is probably broken. I don't think there's any
danger to carry her," Firouz explained rapidly.
Finally able to make a move, Sinbad took Bryn in his
arms before anyone could do something. He gently
removed her hair from her face. "Let's go, we have no
time to lose."
*~*~*~*
In one of the tavern's room, Bryn was lying, on the
bed, Sinbad at her side. It had been three days since
they brought her in the village and she hadn't woken
up yet.
After a soft knock on the door, Doubar entered in the
room, with some food. "Hey. I thought you might be
hungry." He presented to his brother a basket of
fruits. "That's all I could find in the market," he
apologized.
Sinbad gave him a little smile. "Thanks, but I'm not
hungry. I don't feel like eating. But you can go ahead
and eat them. I can feel you're dying too," he added.
He then returned to silence.
"If you don't eat, then you should sleep. It has been
three days you haven't closed your eyes. It's bad for
you, little brother." Doubar was worried about him.
He looked...aweful. There were black rings under his
eyes and he passed his hands through his hair many
times. He never saw his brother like that. He hated
it. Even if his brother was trying to make him think
he was fine by joking around, Doubar wasn't buying any
of it. Sinbad could be good at acting sometimes. But
Doubar knew him too well.
"I'm not sleepy. I can't sleep. Listen, I know you're
worried about me. I understand and I thank you,
but...I'm feeling so helpless. The least I can do is
to stay with her, holding her hand, be there. If she
dies..."
"She won't die. She's strong and she will fight, I
know she will. But you...if you refuse to eat or
sleep, you won't be in any condition to help her when
she'll wake up. . And when she will wake up, how do
you think Bryn will react when she'll see you didn't
eat or sleep because of her?" Doubar knew he had gone
a little too far, but it was the only way. "I'll stay
with her while you rest, ok?"
Sinbad didn't have any other choice; so, he left the
room and went to his. He lay on the bed, thinking it
would take hours before he would fall asleep, but as
soon as he put his head on the pillow, he fell asleep.
*~*~*~*
He was near a cliff. He advanced closer to the edge
and looked down. The sound of waves entered his mind
and it was all he heard. It was peaceful. Too
peaceful. It was at that moment he saw a face forming
on the sea. She seemed to be talking to him. "What? I
don't hear you!" He screamed.
The sea laughed. "Sinbad...come to me...come...jump
and come to me...so we could be together
forever...come...together forever…"
"Who are you?? What do you want?" Sinbad heard himself
spoke the words, but his mouth remained closed. The
face seemed to smirked at him and was disformed a
moment by the high waves. Then, the sea returned to
calm and the face was laughing at him.
"Sinbad!" The voice screamed and Sinbad recognized the
voice. The voice seemed to smile. "I told you you'd be
famous someday. Remember? We wanted to get
married...but you forgot me. You forgot everything
about me! You let me die!"
"Lea...I...I couldn't swim, and...I hadn't forgot
about you."
"Liar!"
He didn't know how, but Lea was now standing next to
him, a look of hatred on her
face. But before he could place a word, another person
appeared at his right. Maeve.
"Why didn't you take my hand, Sinbad? Why? Because of
that, I'm stuck in this horrible place, because of
you! It wasn't that hard to take my hand! You saved a
lot of people, but you couldn't save me. You didn't
want to save me, you already forgot about me, right?
Everyone forgot about me now," she yelled, the same
look as Lea mirrored on her face.
"You let us, die, Sinbad, you let us die, die, die..."
they chanted over and over again. "You let us die…"
*~*~*~*
Sinbad woke up and sat on the bed. Sweat ran down his
forehead, mixed with tears. He sighed and started to
walk around his room. What does that dream mean? He
wiped his face with his shirt. He never forgot about
Lea. Why would she think he did? And Maeve…he tried to
save her. He really did. But Dim Dim said she was in a
safe place. It was just an horrible nightmare. Just a
nightmare. He took a deep breath and got out of his
room and went to Bryn's room.
Darkness filled in the small room, but Sinbad could
still see Bryn's pale face. He always thought that
unconscious people looked peaceful, but not Bryn. She
seemed scared. So fragile. Sinbad was afraid that if
he held her hand, it would break in thousand pieces.
Tiredly, he passed a hand in his hair and sat on the
bed, near her. Time seemed to have stopped. He just
entered, but he felt he had stayed there all day and
night. Doubar, Firouz and Rongar must be all asleep
in their rooms right now.
Carefully, he took her hand in his. It was so small
and sweet. Suddenly, he felt the need to talk to her.
She probably couldn't hear him, but at least, the
silence that was now driving him crazy would be
broken. He cleared his throat. "Hey Bryn." He paused.
"It's me, Sinbad." Another pause. "I…It feels strange
to talk to you knowing you can't answer and probably
can't hear. Firouz says you can, but I-I'm not sure."
His fingers slowly caressed hers. "I just feel like
talking to you. It always helped me to feel better."
He closed his eyes one moment to bring order in his
thoughts. "I-We missed you. It's not the same without
you. I know it's not like you're gone forever…"
He let go of her hand. "You've been a good friend to
everyone. You're Bryn and that's why everyone likes
you so much." His hand moved to her hair. His fingers
combed her long brown hair, careful not to touch the
white bandage around her forehead. "But to me, you're
not just Bryn." His voice lowered to a whisper.
"You're much more than a friend."
He closed his eyes. And silently prayed.
~*~*~
Blink. Darkness. A dark tunnel. She was in a dark
tunnel that didn't seem to have an end. It seems she
was pushed by some invisible force to a specific
direction. Bryn wanted to look back, just for a
second, to see what was behind her, but her head
refused to obey the command she was giving it. She
then decided to continue in this direction. She was
too tired to ask questions and to think.
Bryn sighed. The silence was making her uncomfortable.
It seems that even she couldn't make a noise. 'When is
it going to end?' A thought that repeated itself in
her mind over and over again. She was tired. She began
to walk faster. She now could feel the end of the
tunnel coming. Bryn didn't care about what was at the
end. She just needed to go there. 'I'm almost
there. Just a few more steps to go.'
Hard wind started to blow. A sensation of death
entered in her body. But Bryn didn't care. The end was
near. She would soon stop walking.
For the first time she arrived here, Bryn smiled.
~*~*~
The next morning, Doubar entered in the room and was
surprise to find his brother by the side of the bed,
holding Bryn's hand. "Little brother? I thought you
went to get some sleep?"
"I did. But I came back."
Doubar sighed. His brother could be so stubborn
sometimes! "You want something to eat?" Doubar said,
pointing to some food on the table.
Sinbad eyed the food and his stomach ordered him to
eat. "Yeah. I'm hungry," he said with surprise. He
started to eat with appetite. He was almost done when
Firouz entered in the room.
"We should talk to her. Maybe she would wake up faster
if she heard our voices. There's nothing else to do,
than talk to her and wait," Firouz said. He sat on a
near chair and put his head in his hands.
"You look tired. Maybe you should get some sleep,"
Doubar suggested.
Rongar entered in the room, silently and sat on the
ground, near Firouz, Dermott on his shoulder.
Firouz smiled to Rongar and then, turned to Doubar.
"No, I'm fine."
"How long will it take before she wakes up?" Sinbad
asked.
"No one can tell. It can takes days, weeks, years
even. Or she can never wake up...but it doesn't happen
often." He passed one hand on his face.
"I hope she won't take years. I don't want to stay in
that place for that long," Doubar joked. The smile on
his face vanished as no one laughed. "I'm
sorry....just trying to bring a smile on your faces."
He leaned against the wall, feeling terrible. How
could he think of joking at a time like this? Fighting
for your life wasn't funny. 'I'm going to have to
control what I'm saying,' Doubar thought, before
sitting on the floor, hugging in legs with his arms.
"It's ok, Doubar," Sinbad simply said. He looked to
Bryn and opened his eyes wider. Her hand was moving.
"Guys...she moved." He jumped on his feet and sat on
the bed. "Bryn? Bryn, can you hear me? It's Sinbad."
"Wake up, Bryn...wake up," Firouz whispered.
Doubar sighed. Poor girl. For over a year that she had
traveled with them, she always had been smiling,
always ready for a good fight when necessary. He had
watched her and Sinbad grew closer by the time.
Honestly, he wasn't sure what his brother would do if
Bryn died. And he didn't want to find out. "Wake up,
Bryn," Doubar repeated, louder.
~*~*~
Bryn heard the voices, that seemed so far, but they
sounded gentle, so she went in their direction. They
were calling her name and telling her to wake up. 'I'm
not sleeping, I'm awake', she thought. She saw lights
near, but she suddenly stopped. She felt good here. It
was calm, dark, but calm. Why would she want to leave?
'But I'm tired of being alone.' She decided to go in
the lights and follows the voices. 'I won't be alone
now!'
Bryn opened her eyes. The first thing she felt was a
terrible headache. Then, when her vision started to
get better, she noticed the four faces looking at her.
"Bryn!" They all shouted together. Then, they all
started to talk in the same time.
"I'm so glad you're awake! You scared the hell of us,
girl!"
"Glad you're back! We missed you!"
"You can't imagine how happy I am you're alive!"
Bryn looked them, confused.
"Bryn...are you alright?" Sinbad asked, as he saw the
look in her face. He frowned, wondering what was going
on. She seemed almost…uncomfortable. "Bryn?"
Bryn looked him, then all of them, a puzzled look in
her brown eyes. "Who the hell are you?"
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First written: August 20, 1999
Revised: April 15, 2001
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