Beloved

Summary: Set to the song 'My Immortal' by Evanescence. Sioned finally joins her beloved over the Desert.

Disclaimer: I don't own Melanie Rawn's Dragon Prince Series, any of the characters or the song 'My Immortal' which belongs to Evanescence.

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Sioned walked out of the Great Hall of Skybowl. Pressing through the crowd of celebrating soldiers, farmers and people just happy to be alive, she slipped silently into the gardens.

I'm so tired of being here

Suppressed by all my childish fears

And if you have to leave

I wish that you would just leave

'Cause your presence still lingers here

And it won't leave me alone

He followed her. In her mind if not in actual fact. He wouldn't leave her alone and never would. He had promised not to.

She continued her path through the gardens, reliving the moment he left her alone in this Hell. She found him in the dimness near the stream that meandered out from the grotto pool. He lay on his back on the brittle yellow grass, and his face and hands were wet, as if he'd bent to cup water to his cheeks before starting back to the grotto. She sank to her knees beside him. His skin was warm beneath the cool droplets. His eyes were open, reflecting the desert sky. There was no blood, no wound, no pain on his features. All age was smoothed away. She stroked silver-blond hair, fine as silk over his brow. Traced the proud line of his jaw from ear to cleft chin. Brushed a fingertip along sensitive curve of his mouth. Her head tilted back and her lips parted and her lungs filled and she gave a single howl of anguish that shattered her very bones…

She reached the end of the gardens and looked out towards the Desert. Her eyes filled with tears and her compose broke at the sight of the lands they had ruled together for nearly forty years. And the rest of those horrible memories broke through and flashed before her eyes.

These wounds won't seem to heal

This pain is just too real

There's just to much that time cannot erase

When you cried I'd wipe away all of your tears

When you screamed I'd fight away all of your fears

I held your hand through all of these years

You still have all of me

she hacked it off in short sharp strokes and spread it over Rohan's chest, gold and red and silver gleaming in the last sunlight. Ablaze with Sunrunner's Fire. She spun around, threw back her head, raised both hands toward the Flametower. Fire overflowed its pointed windows. It spilled white-hot down walls, streamed across roofs, flooded every room and hallway and stair. Beyond the garden wall flames leaped in the shadowy courtyard. And people began to scream…

You used to captivate me

By resonating light

But now I'm bound by the life you left behind

Your face it haunts

My once pleasant dreams

Your voice it chased away

All the sanity in me

Sioned remembered what she had done for her Dragon Prince. She had betrayed her Sunrunner vows, left her Sunrunner family, all at the whim of a man she had barely known.

These wounds won't seem to heal

This pain is just too real

There's just to much that time cannot erase

When you cried I'd wipe away all of your tears

When you screamed I'd fight away all of your fears

I held your hand through all of these years

You still have all of me

He always had all of her. The woman, the princess, and the Sunrunner. She had loved him and kept him safe, and he had done the same for her. She had brought him a son. Raised him to be light his father and helped train him in the arts of her people.

I've tried so hard to tell myself that you're gone

But though you're still with me

I've been alone all along

When you cried I'd wipe away all of your tears

When you screamed I'd fight away all of your fears

I held your hand through all of these years

You still have all of me

Well beloved, we did it. He is the prince we raised him to be. Not Andrade's, not Roelstra's, not Ianthe's. He's the man we taught him to be. But our work is finished. It's his work now. She didn't receive an answer, not that she expected to hear one, she had been alone since Stronghold and burned as a funeral pyre.

With that thought she lifted her face to the sky and wove herself into the light, mingling among those whose ashes she would soon join…

Daughter…Sister…Friend…Kindred…Mother…Beloved.

End

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