Author Note: I do not own Predators. I know I said there's gonna be a sequel, and there is, and I'm sorry it's taking so long for me to keep my promise and freaking write it. But I was in California for a month and once I got back to school I was way more busy than expected and hardly even have time to write the three stories I've got going now, much less four. Now, that doesn't mean that I'm not ever going to do Alliance of the Gods-it just means that it's going to take a bit of time and you won't get updates as regularly as you'd (or I'd) like to. Just so you know, I am working on another AVP Fic called Ember, if you wanna read more AVP stuff from me. That story is going really well. It has a lot of views and so far, it has 52 reviews! That's more than I got from Predator: Apocalypse when it had 16 chapters! Whew. Anyways, I've decided to write an Epilogue for you, as an in-between for Predator: Apocalypse and Alliance of the Gods. It's also to give you all a little hint as to what's coming in the new story. Not only that but I really care about my awesome readers and want to give you more of the story to hold you off till I get Alliance of the Gods going. My freaking long rambling aside, enjoy!
I stood at the bridge of the ship in front of the wall of glass that let me look out into the deep black of space. My eyes were closed, and I was letting myself relax after a long day of training. Ever since deciding to stay with the yautja, Kwei had taken me on as her apprentice, to train me as the next High Priestess.
There were other priests and apprentices, and they all hated me. They each had had a shot at becoming the next High Priest or Priestess, but with me an my special connection to the gods, they had lost that chance. Now, there was no way anyone but me would take the role after Kwei. Cetanu had made his choice clear to all of the priests, but that didn't mean they had to like it. He told me I would have to prove myself worthy of holding the title-something all high-ranking yautja had to deal with. Still, he said I probably wouldn't have to fight-defeating a cripple in a match for power wasn't honorable. They would have to find other ways to dethrone my to-be position.
"Hello, Paya-sain'ja," came a familiar voice.
I opened my real and synthetic eyes and smiled at the newcomer-Gry'sui-bpe, an Elder. He had been the second-oldest Elder when I'd first come to the clan, but after Bhu'ja's death (still a wound in my heart, even after four years), he had become the chief Elder. He'd been against my joining the clan, but after me choosing the yautja over my own race and home, he seemed to finally respect me. We had become close these past years.
I dipped my head in a nod, my now-long hair (braided into my own beaded dreadlocks) sliding over my back and shoulders. "Hi, Gry'sui-bpe."
The brown-blotched yautja stood by me and gazed off into space-literally. "What are you thinking?" he asked.
"Oh, nothing," I said honestly. "I'm just relaxing for a moment."
He acknowledged this statement with a grunt, which made me smile. I can't explain why, but his gruff personality was funny at times. Not so funny at others, such as when I was in trouble with him.
We stood in silence for a long moment. I was about to say something when someone else came into the bridge-my old friend and former teacher, Bakuub. He again reminded me painfully of how much I missed Yeyinde, who had become leader of his own pack and was hardly ever around anymore.
I raised a hand in greeting, and he mirrored my action, shaking my shoulder when he reached me. Bakuub then greeted Gry'sui-bpe, who said goodbye and left, probably to let us talk.
"How are you?" asked Bakuub. "I haven't seen you in a while."
This, sadly, was true. Between my training and his hunting, we hardly ever had time to talk.
"Oh, I'm fine," I said. "How are you and Dhi'ki-de?"
He chuckled. "We're doing well. So is Sain'ja."
Sain'ja was their young daughter, whom they'd named after me.
"And Ikthala?" I asked, referring to their now-teenage son.
"His training is going well," he said. "He'll be a great hunter, someday."
I smiled. "I'm sure he will be."
We were quiet for a long moment, until Bakuub broke the silence by asking, "Do you ever regret your choice, Paya-sain'ja?"
I was startled by the question. Did I regret joining the clan when I could have gone home?
"No," I said firmly. "I never have, and I doubt I ever will. Why?"
"No reason." Bakuub himself didn't seem to know why he'd asked. "I was just wondering if you ever miss N'ithya."
I looked away. "Of course I do. But this is my home now, and has been for ten years. I'll never regret my decision, nor will I leave."
"Good. I'm glad you're happy."
So that's what prompted the strange question. My happiness.
To be honest, I was happier living with the yautja than I could ever remember being. Yes, on Earth I had been happy for the most part, but here...I felt so alive. The clan was definately the best thing that had ever happened to me, and despite the terrible circumstances that brought me here, I never once regretted it.
"How's your priestess training? Have you heard anything from the gods?"asked Bakuub.
I frowned at the mention of the gods. "That's the strange part. It's like the gods are busy with something. When they talk to me, it's always like they're distracted." I shook my head, confused. "I can tell something bad it happening or going to happen but they're not saying anything. I suppose they know what they're doing and if they need me they'll tell me. But still..." my voice trailed off into uncertainty.
Bakuub seemed troubled by this news. "If they haven't said anything, maybe it doesn't have to do with us," he guessed. "It's not our place to judge how the gods handle things."
"That's almost exactly what Kwei said," I told Bakuub, which made him smile in that strange yautja way.
We chatted for a few minutes before Bakuub left to go see his mate and daughter. When he did, my content smile faded. What was going on with the gods? Was there going to be trouble soon?
I really hoped it was nothing. After what I'd gone through with the virus that turned humans into zombies, I really didn't need another crazy adventure like that. Then I told myself to snap out of it. Nothing worse than that could ever happen...right?
Cetanu gazed solemnly at the young human priestess from the realm of the gods. The girl (no, she wasn't a girl anymore, but a full-grown human female) was clearly disturbed by their distant behavior. He almost wanted to break the silence then and there but his mate's hand on his arm stopped him.
"We can't tell her," said Lil'ka. "It doesn't have to do with her, the yauta, or the humans. This is the Hish's problem and they must solve it."
"Yes, but if the disease spreads..." began Cetanu, but Lil'ka cut him off.
"If somehow it reaches the yautja, we will then tell them," she assured him. She looked down at Paya-sain'ja. "You know what will happen if the Hish and yautja meet again. No, it's better we don't even mention them to Paya-sain'ja. They're better off not knowing."
"I suppose you're right," said Cetanu.
Still, he wondered...
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