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VIII For old times' sake
It means no Ancient Ones would help him. Someone from down here could.
As the night crept on, Vitani found it
increasingly harder to keep her eyes shut. With every breath she
took, she felt like she was becoming more conscious of her
surroundings, more aware of the tension building up in her lean body.
Not to mention she felt like she was being watched. Like some
unknown specter's eyes stared at her from the cold distance. She
wasn't to far off on that account, but all in all, it wasn't that
which was keeping her from sleeping, nor was it the trouble of
pregnancy. More than anything else, a dark shadow which lay beyond
her sight kept her up. The shadow of Priderock.
Only when Umeme
had arrived in the Outlands the previous day, Vitani had fully
understood the dire situation she was in. She was, in effect, being
deposed. Deposed in all silence and discretion, sure, but deposed
nonetheless. And as things were looking now, there was not a damn
thing she could do about that.
She couldn't just go back and
demand to be put back on the throne as queen, even though that was
what the law dictated. But laws are hollow when you lack the power to
enforce them. That's the thing sual ones…). That is an alternative ending to “Long Live the Queen”, fanfic authored by me and published on Animation Source few months back. To read it, You have to follow original story – at least to 8th chapter. However knowing the whole plot-line of my tales is very helpful. But because You are reading this, I assume that is not a problem for You. So take a look on that extremely original fanproject.
I guess that all fanfics are born thanks to surprise and insufficiency. Then We are reading book, watching film or comic, We are often crying: “No! not that way! I would have done it ten times better!” Doesn’t matter if that bold statement is true or not, We often write down a story that seems better in our eyes. Even if We are creating sequel or prequel, We use our own vision of favourite universe and that’s why such a text is so frequently very inspiring and wrapping up. If You add to this good execution – the result could give us some real pleasure and amusement.
Cogitor started from the same point – he read my story and rated it with note lower than other of my tales. Some elements of that text irritated him so much, that I guess he said “I would have done it ten times better!” too. It’s up to You to decide if his version is actual better one (I’m the last person to judge it), but You have to check the story first. The whole set is the same, up to VIII Chapter (beginning of third part on ff.net version). From that point Cogitor’s vision starts to mix with original setting (my parts are marked with italic) and finally – his imagination takes over the scene. So You have here two snacks at once – my original idea, my basic plot-line and characters, but transformed according to Cogitor’s conclusion “how it would be if…”
“If” is very interesting. Perhaps some straight-edged fans of my stylistics and “takaish” feeling (there are any? ;P ) would be shocked about what Cogitor did with original, but for me all changes are rewarded with stunning style of author, his extraordinary feeling of epic and plot keeping Reader in suspense until the end.
Story is simply skillfully written, wrapping up till the end and setting very high expectations about future writing of Author.
TakaPL
March 2008
VIII For old times' sake
It means no Ancient Ones would help him. Someone from down here could.
As the night crept on, Vitani found it
increasingly harder to keep her eyes shut. With every breath she
took, she felt like she was becoming more conscious of her
surroundings, more aware of the tension building up in her lean body.
Not to mention she felt like she was being watched. Like some
unknown specter's eyes stared at her from the cold distance. She
wasn't to far off on that account, but all in all, it wasn't that
which was keeping her from sleeping, nor was it the trouble of
pregnancy. More than anything else, a dark shadow which lay beyond
her sight kept her up. The shadow of Priderock.
Only when Umeme
had arrived in the Outlands the previous day, Vitani had fully
understood the dire situation she was in. She was, in effect, being
deposed. Deposed in all silence and discretion, sure, but deposed
nonetheless. And as things were looking now, there was not a damn
about laws: they're all about power.
And let that be just the thing she lacked. She lacked both moral
authority, as most Pridelanders loathed her, and muscle, only having
a retinue of less than half a dozen lionesses.
That lack of
lionesses also ruled out the possibility of just seizing power again
by force; as much as Nala deserved a decent trashing, Vitani knew she
wasn't in a position to hand it out.
And let's not forget, her
beloved Tanabi still walked the thin line between life and death,
which would alone be enough to worry Vitani sick.
No wonder she
couldn't sleep.
But Vitani wouldn't be Vitani if she just laid
there worrying. She needed to come up with a solution, and preferably
fast; the longer she waited around, the longer the lionesses of
Priderock would have to become accustomed to the idea of Vitani being
'just another Outlander'. And she'd be damned if she'd let that
happen. She decided she'd start by finding a better place to think.
The lioness carefully got up, maneuvering around her sleeping
companions. Everyone seemed accounted for, except for... Umeme!
Vitani couldn't help but feel a rush of panic.
Where could that
lioness have gone all of a sudden? Was she actually out to try and
get Vitani, or had she secretly returned to her 'true' home? Was she
a double-agent? With all these thoughts going through her mind,
Vitani sneaked outside, as careful as possible since she feared Umeme
could jump her at anytime. Call it paranoia.
To Vitani's relief,
however, she noticed a shade sitting on a ledge in front of her as
soon as she walked out of the Golden Hall. There sat Umeme, quietly
gazing up, obviously lost in her own toughts, unable to catch her
sleep as well.
“Already found what you were looking for?”
Umeme quickly turned around in utter surprise, unaware that her queen had been watching her.
“Your highness! I...”
“Don't worry, it's all right. You don't know what to think, so you need some time alone to get your things straight... I understand...”
“Apologies, ma'am. It's just all so confusing,” Umeme conceded as Vitani came to sit beside her, “I just don't know what to do anymore...”
“You're not the only one, believe me...” Vitani sighed, then looked up at the stars. “You can sometimes learn a lot from just staring up there, you know...”
“I guess...” Umeme mumbled, “But I didn't get any answers yet.”
“You shouldn't look for answers, you won't be getting them that way. Looking up helps you relax; you can find out a lot because it'll help you find out the answers on your own... Or so I think...”
Both lionesses just stared up for a moment, locked in silence. Not really a tense silence, but not a pleasant one either. After a while, Umeme decide to break the question.
“Ma'am, do you already know what you will do after tomorrow?”
“Oh, that's easy: I'll return home. Home to Priderock, that is...”
“But you can't do that!” Umeme seemed a bit shocked at Vitani's cold demeanor. “Lady Nala will never let you back in just like that...”
“That's the problem, isn't it?” sneered Vitani, “I just wished I had some more claws backing me...”
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