Somewhere off in the Multiverse
Tarsa closed the door and looked at Eskiron in wonder. "So you're sure? he asked." They are really just about ready and plan on actually surrendering to us?"
"I heard it plainly said, Prefect," Eskiron answered. "They plan on coming out of their domicile and offering themselves to us."
"This is far better than we could have hoped for," said Tarsa. He turned to look out the window with his hands folded behind him. He needed time to think. This was moving faster than he thought it would.
Eskiron waited patiently for Tarsa to speak again. He knew better than to interrupt the highest being next to HIM. But he still thought that place should be his. Tarsa didn't have the inner strength to do some of the things that were necessary to keep underlings in line. He himself had no qualms about taking off a head or two if it suited his ends.
Tarsa turned back to him, pulling his out of his reverie. "Your diligence in this matter is noted, and you shall be highly rewarded. You have done extremely well, and you have HIS gratitude."
"Am I being dismissed?" Eskiron asked, trying not to sound ungrateful.
"Not dismissed, of course, but your excellent skills are now needed elsewhere. This task is almost complete, and I shall handle it from here."
"You, sir?" Eskiron was unable to control his astonishment.
"Yes, me," said Tarsa. "Since my head will be the first one on the block if this should fail after all these centuries of waiting for this very moment, then I don't wish to have anyone else but myself to blame for it's failure." He turned back to the window. "I don't know how, but this is about to begin much soonerthan planned. So I will oversee it myself."
"And what shall I do then, sir?" asked Eskiron.
'You shall visit the eight stations, and make sure all is ready as it should be. Nothing can be allowed to go wrong," he said. "And if it does go wrong because the stations were not properly prepared, well then, Eskiron, that shall be your head on the block!" He turned around again to look right at Eskiron. "Understood?"
"Yes Precept, understood. I shall leave right away," he said getting up to leave.
"Please find Mellona, and send her in before you make your travel plans. Dismissed."
Katie's POV
The day was going much too quickly. My last day with Sam for who knows how long. Maybe my last day ever with Sam. Oh my god! I can't do this. I can't lose him now. This was all I could think of, all that was running through my head. Even while Mom had Maggie and me helping the boys with their self-defense training, I had to keep leaving the room to settle myself down. I didn't want them to see what a total wreck I was. They needed me to be strong so they could stay strong. But Oh my god, how was I supposed to get through this?
No, I no longer believed there was a god to pray to for strength. And I really needed strength now. I really needed to find enough strength inside me to somehow get through until they were gone. Then I could break down. Then I would break down. But not now. Not yet. I can do this for my Sammy. I have to. I can't let him go away with more worry on his mind than he needs to. Stay strong for Sammy. That would be my chant. Stay strong for Sammy. Stay strong for Sammy. I wiped my eyes, took a deep breath, and headed back to the workout room. Stay strong for Sammy. Stay strong for Sammy. Stay strong for Sammy…
Maggie's POV
I am so scared. Every few minutes the thought runs through my head that this might be my last day with the only man I will ever love again. But I can't let myself believe that. He will come back to me. They will both come back. I had to believe that. How was Katie staying so strong? She had to be crazy with fear, just as I was.
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Warping to Destiny - A Supernatural FanFiction
Fiksi PenggemarTwo girls are pulled from the world where Supernatural is a TV show into the world where Sam and Dean are real hunters chasing real monsters. The timelines are parallel. This story begins near the end of season 9. It may contain spoilers from earlie...