Fan Fiction ❯ An Angel Without Heaven ❯ One-Shot

Disclaimer: No portion of the book, The Prophecy of the Stones belongs to me. It was written by Flavia Bujor in French (copyright © 2002 under the title La prophétie des pierres), and was translated into English by Linda Coverdale (copyright © 2004 under the title The Prophecy of the Stones). The characters and setting from the book are merely used for a piece of writing for fans by a fan. No profit is being made out of this.

 

Summary: The Battle of Thaar has ceased, and peace has once again reigned over Fairytale. The King, Elyador, has governed peacefully with his Queen, Amber; Jade has been made an apprentice to Oognah; and Opal has been living with Adrien of Rivebel back in Nathrynn. But a war has risen between Life and Death, and Elyador and Adrien have been called to fight. One has returned, but the other has not. The other's wife is devastated, and Fairytale weeps…

 

Timeline: This story is set four years after the end of the Battle of Thaar.

 

Rating: PG13

 

Warnings: This story is rated so for character deaths, and suicidal actions.

 

Pairings: OPAL/ADRIEN, AMBER/ELYADOR

 

An Angel Without Heaven

A One-Shot

By SnowyBlackOwl

 

The war had been going on for almost three months. The people residing in Nathrynn, Fairytale, and other major cities were famished. Life and Death's quarrel had brought no good the innocent people, and Oognah found herself useless in the situation. The two main beings that made up a person were now battling each other for no apparent reason, and many people - children, women, and even their pets. They were all killed mercilessly by the councilors of Life and Death.

 

Then, there was a knock on the door. My husband, Adrien of Rivebel, stood up from eating his dinner, and opened the door. An old friend of mine, Amber, with her wife, the King Elyador, stood there, their faces pale in the moonlight. I rushed up and clasped Amber's thin hand. “Amber, what's wrong?” I asked. I was worried. She didn't look so good, and that wasn't a good sign. Amber was always the sensitive one out of the three of us - Jade, Amber, and then myself - and she was easily worried.

 

She opened her mouth to speak, but no words came out of it. And so, Elyador took the pleasure of explaining to us. “Adrien and I have been called as `backup soldiers'; those trying to hold off Life and Death from Fairytale have been executed.”

 

I looked at Adrien, and I silently plead to him that he wouldn't - that he shouldn't go. But he wouldn't listen to me. There was a grave look in his eyes, and his gray-greens were now gray-blacks. It wasn't supposed to come to this, it seemed like they were saying. And I couldn't agree more. Adrien, my life, my soul; if he died, what would I do? I couldn't serve as a royal maid; Amber would forbid it. I couldn't go to Oognah and train there, for Jade wouldn't allow it either. I was like an angel… An angel without heaven…

 

~*~

 

“Adrien!” Opal pleaded. “Please! I beg of you, don't go!”

 

The tears flowing from her eyes were unstoppable. She was clutching her Stone in one hand, and the hand of Adrien of Rivebel in the other. Her beloved, go to war? She couldn't allow it! It was unthinkable for her. “Adrien!” she cried, “Adrien!”

 

“I'm sorry,” he said as he mounted his horse. “But I must; for Nathrynn, for Fairytale, and especially for you, Opal. Surely, you must understand that?”

 

And the girl was now even more afraid. That was the whole thing. He was going to risk his life for everyone. But then there was the possibility that he wasn't ever going to come back! “ADRIEN!” she shouted, her heart twisting with pain as she watched her husband gallop away. “ADRIEN!”

 

~*~

 

Elyador rode majestically on his white stallion. I followed him, but at a slower pace, thinking about Opal. My dear, beloved Opal. I dreaded to leave her, but for her sake, I had to go. I'd explained it to her many times, but there was just that. Many times. But not enough to tell her that I loved her. Through those explanations, I never really told her that I loved her, and though I did, I never expressed it, never said it at all. And I felt myself foolish. I just couldn't believe that I didn't tell her right before I left Nathrynn.

 

“Adrien!” Elyador called, “what is troubling you?”

 

“Nothing, my lord,” I answered, and he found my answer… reassuring. I somehow did, too. But not reassuring in the way that I would come back alive.

 

Then Opal came in my mind. And for her, I would even risk my life after death.

 

There was nothing that could stop me now. Come what may, I'll battle my hardest.

 

Only for you, Opal…

 

Just for you, am I doing this.

 

Just for you…

 

~*~

 

I was really worried now. It was at least three to four days after I'd brought her in from Nathrynn, but it's been forever since she got out. I felt the same pain she did, to be separated from a loved one, but I guess I wasn't hurting as much as she was. Opal, my best friend…

 

I was very surprised when Adrien was called, and was involved in this war. After all, he'd never done anything wrong. He was no mercenary. Why would he be included in the battle of Life against Death? Good against Evil? Black against White? Why? It wasn't in his position: Elyador, I could understand completely, but Adrien? It was - to say the least - shocking. I just… couldn't believe it. He was a peaceful man, kindest of those in Nathrynn…

 

It has gotten painful for me to watch Opal cry herself out every single night. I just wish Adrien and Elyador get back soon, and mark the end of the battle of Life against Death; it was pointless! The both of them had their powers over everyone; there was no use to fight!

 

~*~

 

Elyador held Amber's hand tenderly. The girl was crying, her tears dropping on the back of the king's hand. He wanted to avoid this situation, he really did. But now, with the war, everything was no longer in his hands. He was - least to say - thrown out of control. Before, the lands had been so peaceful. Now, Life and Death were battling it out. It was unfathomable. Nobody in either Nathrynn or Fairytale, and now it had reached the dukedom of Divulyon, Jade's former home.

 

“I know you not anymore, Elyador!” Amber cried, turning away from her husband. “Before, you would always stay by my side! Now, you go forth to battle! Elyador, please stay! Please!”

 

“I must go, Amber,” Elyador replied, reaching for his wife, his hand landing on her shoulder. “I must, to protect you, and Fairytale.”

 

“Promise me that you'll come back?” Amber questioned, finally giving in, seeing that there was no way to change her husband's decision.

 

“I swear by the name of the Chosen One,” Elyador said, smiling.

 

Amber smiled, too, for the first time in three months, and swept her husband in a loving embrace.

 

~*~

 

It was now nearly three months later. There had been no word from Elyador and Adrien, until…

 

“Majesty Amber!” a guard shouted delightedly. “His Majesty Elyador has returned!”

 

Amber pulled Opal out of her room, and then the two ladies dashed down to meet their beloveds. Neither of them paid attention to the fact that the imperial guard had only mentioned Elyador…

 

Elyador quickly dismounted at the sight of Amber, and smiled. Amber ran into the king's wide-open arms, and tears flew to her eyes. “Oh, Elyador,” she whispered lovingly into his ear, “my beloved Elyador!”

 

Opal walked slowly up to her king, bowed, and greeted him, “Your Majesty Elyador. Where is Adrien of Rivebel?”

 

Elyador's eyes were now clouded with sadness. Opal caught this look, and suddenly backed away. “Please, Majesty; don't tell me he was…”

 

Tears. Unstoppable tears. Flowing tears. Just tears. They were flowing uncontrollably as Opal stared into Elyador's eyes - no. The king's eyes. He was no longer the Elyador she knew, but now the king. Just the king.

 

“Adrien was killed thirteen weeks and three days into the battle, at precisely sunset, Lady Opal,” Elyador addressed her formally. “The Lord of Rivebel wishes to have you smile in his place, and take over his job as the Commander of Arts at the Castle, and—”

 

“Don't you dare go on!” Opal suddenly screamed. “Where is the body of my husband? Where?!”

 

“He is with the other riders, and—”

 

“That is all I needed to know, Majesty. Please have his body transported to my room at precisely sunset today. Please be no later, and no earlier.”

 

~*~

 

The next day was the saddest day in Fairytale's history. Not only had it lost the Lord Adrien of Rivebel, but they, too, had lost the Lady Opal of Nathrynn. Three hours after the body of the Lord Adrien had been delivered to the Lady Opal's chambers, the Lady Jade of Divulyon, and her father, the Duke of Divulyon, had come to visit. They had requested to see the happy couple first, and then… It was Jade who screamed at the bloodiness of the Lady Opal's chambers.

 

Blood was spattered everywhere, and in the Lady Opal's heart was plunged a dagger for the second time. The first, she was alive, for Death was on strike. But now that Death had been restored to her job, the Lady Opal would no longer come back. Beside her was the body of the Lord Adrien. They both had frozen smiles plastered on their lips, and it seemed that the Lady Opal had been holding his hand when the dagger had been plunged into her heart…

 

The angel who had once found no heaven was now an angel with heaven, safely secured behind its heavy gates…

 

The Lady Opal of Nathrynn and the Lord Adrien of Rivebel were now, once again, one with each other.

 

And this time, there would be nothing to separate them.

 

~*~

 

Now that An Angel Without Heaven has been finished, I will be back on schedule for Love, so please look there for your updates.

 

This story was completed on June 19, 2005 at 7:05 P.M. (Pacific Time).

 

~SnowyBlackOwl~

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