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January 1, 300, A.D.

The court of Ayceria was in mourning. Dark clouds hovered over the imperial city, a reminder of the desolation that had taken place within the cities walls. Many of the homes lying within still smoldered, the flames of war not yet completely snuffed out. Each coal was a glowing reminder of pain and death.

In the kings throne room a circle of men gathered. Outside the city walls the cheers of their enemy could be heard, drawing ever closer. The gates could not hold. The wizard and his apprentices had managed to push the enemy out but they could not keep them that way for long.

Ayceria was going to fall. Just as Ianie, the great wizard had predicted.

Ianie stood amongst the gathered men, his eyes gazing where everyone else’s eyes also rested. On their king and his betrothed. The king’s robes bore the signs of war and bloodshed but it was not his battered body that caused the look of anguish on his face. It was the prone figure of the man he loved lying still in his arm. From the moment of his death Viggiano had lost all of his will to fight.

Ianie had been forced to step in and drive the enemy out, using an amount of magic that had nearly resulted in his own death. He stood tall now but his body thrumming with pain and reminding him of his weakness. He was close to death and his magic was spent.

No one wanted to break the silence, to interrupt the kings grief, but as the pounding at the gates grew louder one man finally did.

“Milord the city will soon be overrun. What must we do?” Sien the captain of the kings guard spoke firmly. He placed one hand on King Viggiano’s shoulder, trying to offer his lord and long time companion what little comfort he could.

Viaggiano’s eyes sought out Ianie’s and the old man felt sorrow well up inside him. To loose a bond mate meant death for the bonded partner left alive. The young man lying dead in his arms had been the other half of his very lifeforce, it was a wonder Viggiano was even still breathing. Ianie felt his chest constrict with pain. He had been there at the day of Viaggiano’s birth, watched and guided the young Prince until he grew into a strong king. To see those blue eyes that once sparkled with life and joy so filled with pain caused him great heart ache.

“This is what is meant. I have read the stars and the prophecies and Ayceria is meant to fall.” Ianie said again what he had tried to tell them all so often.

Sien, by far the most hot tempered of the men gathered glared at him with anger and pain behind his eyes. “Devil take it old man! Was it all for nothing!” the much younger man shouted at him. His body shook with his anger as he began to stride towards him. “Did I forsake my country and my people just to watch it all fall now? No, this is not over. He wasn’t supposed to die.”

Sien had a right to be angry. Those were his people, his kingdom hammering at the castle walls. He had chosen to side with Viggiano, forsaking his birthright and his throne for the bonds of friendship he held with Viggiano. Ianie did not bother to reprimand him, but he was thankful when one of his apprentice’s grabbed a hold of Siens arm effectively halting his progress.

“Sien, L’orilen was the Oracle. You know Viggiano’s days are numbered without his bond mate. His bond mate can only be a child of the oracle and the humans have seen fit to exterminate all the others. It could be centuries before a new oracle is born.” Willien spoke quietly his lilting voice edged with pain but sure in the words it spoke.

“We don’t have centuries. Viggiano does not have centuries. L’Orilen is dead now. Viggiano will die if they can not touch minds and we are all about to die in the here and now! Centuries little wizard we have not!” Sien hissed in frustration. The young man looked ready to unsheathe his sword and run poor Willien through with it.

In response his other two apprentices forcibly put their bodies between Willien and the angry knight. They were far shorter then the knight by at least a head but they glared up at him unhesitant to defend their friend. The youngest Elia spoke first and very firmly.

“Panicking is not going to help anything. The Oracle is dead but it is the nature of the oracles to be reborn again. They regenerate L’orlien will come back. If we can keep Viggiano alive long enough we might have a chance.”

Ianie could see where his young student was taking this but he already knew the fault in this plan.

Dommini was shaking his head even as Elia finished speaking.

“No Elia. Even if we could keep Viggiano alive for a few years although oracles regenerate it’s not always the same oracle that returns. And even if it is he’d be a babe we’d have to keep Viggiano alive long enough for him to grow into a bonding ceremony. Again it could be centuries before….”

Sien let out a sound of frustration interrupting Dommini’s protest. “Gentelmen may I remind you we don’t have centuries. We might not even have the rest of the night!”

“Well your hysterics sure aren’t helping any!” Elia reprimanded Sien harshly. Blue eyes clashed with green in a battle of wills. It was time to intercede Ianie decided.

“I foresaw the fall of Ayceria this is true. But there is a way, a small chance. I would be dishonest if I didn’t warn you of the futility of it however.” Ianie spoke softly.
Viggiano looked up from the face of his beloved and hallow eyes latched onto his with a small glimmer of hope.

Ianie hated to give him hope. Hope was so easily crushed especially with the chanciness of their next course of action. He owed Viggiano the chance.

“Ayceria is doomed but there is a chance for all of us.” His eyes held onto Viggiano’s as he asked. “Am I correct in assuming you would not be content bonding with the next oracle if it is not the man you love?”

Viggiano did not have to speak, his eyes flashed with such pain and denial that the idea was rejected without words. Ianie sighed and nodded. He glanced around at the men gathered in the room, men he had come to see as brothers and children. He had to give them their chance even if it turned out to be more curse then gift.

“Viggiano there is a way to lock your soul into everlasting sleep until your oracle is reborn. This sleep will keep your soul earth bound at the moment of his birth you will return to your earthly body. You will have been surviving without your bond mate for much longer then is normal.”

The silince was thick as his words sank in. Bond mates weakened and died without each other. The processes was painful and sickening and no bond mate had ever survived more then a year without his partner. By the end those that loved him were glad to see him go, that was why many bond mates chose to end their lives as soon as their mate died.

Sien tensed putting a hand on Viggiano’s shoulder already not liking this course of action.

“I am sure coming back into your body under such circumstances would result in your immediate death. There is a way for me to dull the effects but if you can not find him wherever he may be you will eventually die.” Ianie finished.

The room was once again silient as all present pondered the prose and obvious cons of this course of action.

“So at best Viggiano’s soul floats around in space for a few years then he comes back finds L’orilen, and they live happily ever after. This may sound slightly self concerned but what about us. I do not really want to die.” Dommini finally spoke what was on everyone else’s minds.

“There is a rout for us to survive as well but not in the same way of course. If we take the oath of guardian we shall live on into the centuries. As long as Viggiano’s soul has not moved on into the afterlife as pledged guardians to his body we will live and die and live again to guard it. Someone has to keep it safe if it gets destroyed or decays before Viggiano’s soul can return to it he will be caught within the void indefinitely and we will die our oath broken.” Ianie explained.
It was risky, they would be playing around with their lives, with their very souls fighting for a chance to live.

“You must all weigh what it is worth. It will be no easy feat never to be able to find rest. Any who take the oath shall never see the afterlife until their oath is either broken of fulfilled. Are you willing to face all the pain and sorrow of life again and again knowing you might never find rest?” Ianie spoke eyeing each of them in turn, imploring them to think hard and long on their actions.

Last of all his gaze returned to Viggiano. “Are you willing to let them sacrifice so much for you? We can return to battle and die, but die as men and finally find rest. You will see your love again in the afterlife.”

He knew it was useless, a man in Viggiano’s state could not weigh the consequences rationally. Foremost on his mind right now was his bereaved and torn soul, the need of his bondmate would be uppermost in his mind.

Viggiano visibly shuddered, then his lips thinned with determination. His eyes fell to the face of his beloved and he slowly traced a finger over his cold eyelids.

“I… I will not lie to you brothers. I need this chance. I need the chance to make up for my failings. I failed to protect him and now the end is upon us. I can not think at all of dieing without him. If I can live and see him again I must.” Viggiano spoke softly.

It was as Ianie knew it would be.

A moment later Viggiano surprised him his next words both tearing a hole in the region of the old wizards heart and strengthen his love for the boy he had raised into a king.

“But I can not ask you to forsake your rest for me. You all must go. If we are to die so be it and I shall die happy even for the small taste of love this life afforded me. I will not ask you to forsake so much.”

Elia looked pleadingly at Willien who looked to Dommini, who sighed deeply. They all looked to Ianie nodding. Ianie turned to the last to Sien already knowing what his response to this would be.

Sien knelt beside the man who was not his King, the man who was supposed to have been his enemy but had been his greatest and only true friend. The man he had pledged his loyalty to, and whom he would give his life for.

Placing both hands on Viggiano’s shoulders his words were soft but full of strength.

“I told you this once brother. I would gladly forsake all for you.”

The moment stretched it‘s emotions strong and heavy. The pounding on the walls grew too loud to ignore breaking the moment. They hadn’t much time.

“Quick we must perform the oath then the ceremony, we must escape with Viggiano’s body or we will have lost before we have even begun. Elia I need my oils and candles. Sien see what you can do to fortify the doors to give us time. Willien and Dommini prepare the ritual circle” He commanded each of them sharply.

If they could manage to do all of that and manage to get out alive it would be a miracle.

~*~

January 13 1977 A.D.

Sir Ian Mckellen watched in fascination as the lights within the shining basin of stone spinning and stirring within it’s clear depths. He had been forced, since his last death to upon adult hood track down the body, and keep track of the souls of his king and comrades.

Ian found that their rebirths tended to follow the same order of age as their first lives. Meaning that Ian was always born first. Sien came second only in this life his name was Sean. Shaun preferred his name to be spelled closer to his original name, his true name for reasons his poor baffled parents had never understood. There was a lot about their eighteen year old the poor Bean’s didn’t understand. They had welcomed Ian’s offer of mentorship to straighten out their wayward son. Ian of course knew exactly what was wrong with him, what was wrong with all of them after each rebirth.

Sean had an overwhelming urge to be anywhere but safely in his own home, could not focus on his dreams of becoming an actor because something always drew him back to England. He had frequent nightmares and unexplained senses of urgency. All of the strangeness could be explained of course. Sean had found his purpose and a lot of his memories when Ian had led him to the body he kept in his basement.

His lips quirked in a smile. If only the neighbors knew.

The perfectly preserved body of the young kin of Ayceria lay shrouded in a velvet lined coffin. His sandy blonde hair spread out around him his lips and features pale but not lifelessly so. The young man who Ian had saw as a man back in Ayceria in today’s day and age was barely considered and adult. The nineteen year old king looked to be sleeping.

Willen’s light had returned to earth around nine years ago, soon it would be time to fetch him as well but he knew taking a young boy from his parents even for the sake of sparing him later pain and confusion was ill advised. He was keeping tabs however on William Boyd, and had managed to enchant the boys parents into thinking he was an distant uncle.

Ian smiled slightly to himself thinking of how many distant nephews he apparently had. There was Billy in Scotland and Sean in Sheffield. Dommini had only resurfaced this last year and would not be ready to resume his duties for quite some time. Dominic Monaghen was also a relative, imagine that, and was currently living in Berlin. His distant niece, who couldn’t really remember if he was an uncle on her side or her husbands, had sent him a picture of young Dominic and wished him well in her last letter.

His eyes glanced back at the light’s within the basin of stone as they swirled and danced around each others. Elia’s had grown brighter. Soon, he could not tell exactly how soon it might be a year or so yet, Elia’s soul would return to earth. He would have to search out the boys parents when it happened, and acquire another nephew.

But it was not Elia’s brightening light that had his attention. Although the lights of his comrades and his self proclaimed nephews were the brightest in the basin the tiny lights of other living mortals were there as well. One light had just winked into existence. Not such and odd occurrence, new lights were always turning on inside the stone bowl because more and more people were always being born.

What was odd was the brilliance of this new light, it outshone the others by far and caused the dark basement to fill with pale golden light.

An Oracle had just been born.

He watched the light for a moment, it had happened a few times over the centuries and each time he got his hopes up he was forced to watch in disappointment as Viggiano’s body remained still, his sleep continuing.

It was not that he had lost hope, but thousands of years he had been watching the births of Oracles so he thought it could be excused if he didn’t run to peer into Viaggiano’s coffin anymore.

He heard the padding of feet coming down the basement steps, and the tinkling of china on a tray. Sean with tea. He looked up greeting the young man with a slight smile.

“I thought you had fallen asleep or something Sean” he admonished the sandy haired teenager as he reached for one of the full to the rim cups.

He heard a slight groan, and looked up at Sean in concern. Sean’s face was white and his eyes looked round enough to pop out of his head.

“Dear boy whatever is the matter?” Ian asked in concern.

“Holy Shit!” Sean exclaimed his voice rising an octave in what might have been terror and might have been excitement.
“Sean your language…” Ian began but a gasp of pain and the sound of groaning interrupted his sentence.

Seans mouth was wide open, the noise was not coming from him, and his gaze was locked on something behind Ian.

The coffin.

Ian whirled to see Viggiano struggling to rise his face ashen and creased with pain. Ian moved faster then he had in a long time. At thirty eight he was hardly a dinosaur but it had been a while since he had vaulted over a table and chair as he was doing now.

“Sean quick run to my room and get the amulet hurry.” Ian ordered as he saw the deathly pallor of Viggiano’s skin.

It looked papery thin now his bones prominent in his face. His body was shivering uncontrollably and he knew he had to be in great pain. The amulet would cure the pain for now but he knew it’s power would not last forever.

He gripped Viggiano’s hand tightly soothing his sweaty brow as he fought for breath. A mewling sound escaped the young kings lips as another wave of pain swept through his body.

“L’or…”

The beginning of his mates name slipped past his lips coming out raspy as he took another tortured breath.

“Be still Viggiano, the pain will be over soon.” Ian soothed him even as he heard Sean crashing back down the steps.

“Here I got it. Damn Vig, you’re a mess.” Sean panted thrusting the amulet into Ian’s hands. Ian spared him only a scolding glance for his language before slipping the amulet over Viggiano’s head. He watched his body tense as Vigggiano continued to moan in pain his body trembling. He let out a relived breath as his groaning quieted and his breathing appeared to become easier.

Viggiano was alive. That meant the oracle had been L’orilen after all. He held Viggiano to him tighter, emotions too intense to contain welling up inside of him.

“Where am I?” Viggiano’s voice was still horse but his fright was evident.

Ian rocked slightly, a comforting motion.
“In a basement in the middle of Lancaster. Viggo you have no idea how long I’ve wanted to meet you. It’s been so weird having two sets of memory. You don’t mind if I call you that do you. That other name sounds really lame.” Sean offered with a great heaving sigh of relief.

Ian rolled his eyes. When he had first shown the boy Viggiano’s body he had started calling him the corpse. When Ian insisted he show the king proper respect and use his name the obstinate youth had deemed him Viggo.

“Sien? Is that really you. You don‘t look a day older.”

Sean grinned reaching out to tentatively clasp the slightly older young mans hand.

“It’s Sean now. And that’s because you caught me at the right time. Welcome back brother. Welcome back to living Viggo.”

As both boys smiled at each other Ian felt moisture gathering in his eyes. The moment was beautiful as it should be, and he was glad to have his king alive again but he was far from well. He was still missing half of his soul and said half had to be found. He sighed, looking at the clothing Viggo still wore, they would have to teach him about this time period as well as establish an identity for him. They had a long road ahead of them.

Canterbury, England

Sonia Bloom stared down in wonder at the chocolate eyes blinking sleepily up at her. The warm feeling tightly wrapped bundle the nurse had handed her was little more then tightly bound blue blanket and chocolate colored fuzz.

“Isn’t he beautiful Harry?”

Her husband smiled down at her reaching out a finger to touch the baby’s cheek.

“Almost as much as his mother is.” Harry replied, smiling at her and giving her sweaty cheek a kiss.

Sonia felt a flash of guilt. Harry was wonderful to her, and how she loved him. She was not sure that the boy was Harry’s at all. She could not remember the night, the only night she had ever been unfaithful to her husband. She had no excuse for her actions, other then she had been mesmerized by the man in question. She shivered, remembering how she had been unable to tear her eyes from his gaze, how he had seemed to wield a power over her body that she could not fight, could not convince herself she wanted to fight.

It had been nothing lasting, once taking what he wanted the man in question had left leaving without so much as a good bye. She had been left to deal with her own shame and confusion and even more so when she discovered her pregnancy. She had told Harry, he had been hurt but thank the starves above he had been willing to fogive her. They had both agreed that no matter who the boys sire actually was Harry would be his father. Harry already loved the boy she could tell, and she thanked any God that would listen for her husbands big heart.

“What do we call him?” Harry asked grinning over at her and she forgot her guilt in the beauty of his smile.

“Jonathan” Sonia immediately offered after her own father. Francis John Copeland had always gone by his middle name.

“Orlando” Harry offered a second after.

The two blinked at each other and the nurse waited patiently. Sonia smiled sighing good naturedly. Harry’s favorite composure was Orlando Gibbons. The music was a constant in their home. Gazing up at his hopeful happy face she gave in.

“Fine Orlando, but his middle name will be Jonathan.”

“But I thought we decided on Blanchard…” Harry began.

“Orlando Jonathen Blanchard Bloom” The frazzled nurse spoke scribbling on the birth certificate, effectively ending the argument.

The young couple smiled at each other and Sonia snuggled her second born closer to her chest.

“That sounds perfect.”

TBC

A/N: this story and all my stories are farther along on Livejournal. I just update there more. See my profile for further info.
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