FateMagician

Before you read this little one-shot, I'd like to tell you all how exactly this story came to be. And long story short, it was on a bet. So a friend of mine (who knows I write fan fiction) after we watched The Dark Tower in theatres, challenged me to redeem the Man in Black. Mind you, he hates this character with a passion not because of the movie but because he's read the books. He knows I like to write villain-redemption stories, but this was a challenge even for me. Though I haven't read the books, only seen the movie, I actually had a good character study on the Man in Black through detailed discussions with my friend. Damn, this charac

Chapter XIV: To Pursue the Heart's Desire "Be fearless in the pursuit of what sets your soul on fire. " -Unknown Inconnu woke up with an empty feeling. For the first time in nearly two weeks Inconnu felt empty inside and this unnerved her greatly. It was only after a few moments of shifting around underneath the cover of the Dire Wolf pelt that she opened her eyes and saw exactly what was wrong. Er-Murazor was nowhere to be seen. She sat up suddenly and looked around the campground which they had pitched for the night. Still, he was nowhere to be seen. She stood on shaky feet and her eyes stared into every direction she could think of to find

Chapter XIII: A Painful Parting "Beware of parting! The true sadness is not in the pain of the parting; it is in the when and the how you are to meet again with the face about to vanish from your view." -Edward Bulwer-Lytton Two Days Later… Er-Murazor knew he had fallen asleep again. However, whenever he had fallen asleep it was dreamless and so this was certainly a new experience. Very, very new. He didn't quite know how to take it though, as dreaming seemed a little too like the feeling he gets when he makes himself more aware of the Shadow World he has been a part of for thousands of years. The Witch-King of Angmar found himself unne

Chapter XII: Old Wounds, New Hopes “I look at you and see the rest of my life in front of my eyes.” -Unknown Third Age, 3019 Dawn made itself known to those residing in the cave, bringing light and warmth with its arrival. This brought wakefulness to Inconnu Naeril, who cracked her eyes open a bit and when she stretched to loosen her muscles she again found herself restricted by a pair of warm arms. She smiled to herself and looked up, knowing that Er-Murazor was still deep in sleep, and made no move to leave his embrace lest she wake him. He deserved to rest, they both did. Four days had passed since she woke from her fever

Chapter XI: The Fragility of the Heart "The heart is one of the most powerful muscles we have… and the most fragile." -Sonya Teclai Inconnu was relieved when the pain disappeared, the darkness surrounding her. She felt utterly content in this place, despite not knowing wherever this was. If she were being more honest with herself, Inconnu did not really want to leave this place. She was very much at peace here in this strange darkness. "It is not your time yet, my Chosen," Came the familiar calm tones of Oromë. "You are healed, the recent danger has passed." Inconnu felt momentarily confused, but found that she could not find her v

Chapter X: Pleading for Peace and Light "Peace cannot be kept by force, it can only be achieved by understanding." -Albert Einstein The Witch-King stared at Sverundr as they continued their standoff, occasionally glancing to Inconnu's unnervingly still form. He easily estimated that Inconnu had lost quite a lot of blood from protecting him fron the second creature's ambush and the longer she went without attention, the less her chances of survival were. Surely the large stallion knew this? No matter Er-Murazor's thoughts though, as Sverundr was keen on and very much keeping his rider and the Ringwraith apart. Still maintaning eye-contact, Er-

Chapter IX: An Attack of Shadows "You can only come to the morning through the shadows." -J. R. R. Tolkien For the first time in a very long time, Inconnu woke up in a state of absolute calm. She was utterly content and considering what she had gone through as so far in her journey to redeem the Witch-King of Angmar this was very much needed. The Huntress of the North stretched slightly, aiming to loosen the muscles from their sleep, when she realized that something was preventing her from doing so fully. Slowly Inconnu opened her eyes and to her surprise worn black robes met her gaze, and looking further around she then fully noticed that sh

Chapter VIII: Ghost's Song "Don't forget-no one else sees the world the way you do, so no one else can tell the stories that you have to tell." -Charles de Lint 15 Miles North of the High Pass The evening found Inconnu and her companions trapped in a cave with just enough room for all three of them. It was past midwinter now, a majority of the snowstorms for this section of the Misty Mountains having passed already, but it seems this one wished to linger. Howling winds raced past the smaller entrance into the cave but very little could enter. Inconnu huddled closer to Sverundr, who had fallen asleep an hour or so ago. It was hard to tell the

Princess Illiana was missing her father again. It had been like this for the past week now, ever since the first snowfall in the land of the Orrin King. Illiana smiled softly and an equally soft sigh as she continued to stare out the window of the small cabin, frost framing the edges and the occasional mist from her breath on the glass. She admired the snow, enjoying just how beautiful it made the Forest of the Ancients. Humans were certainly missing out on the natural beauty of Gal’taurra’saemn’toran, but the princess knew that the mortal race of Men were frightened of what they did not understand and called her home ‘