Yes, you read the pairing right: Kliona, a phrase which here means, "What the hell is a diehard Kladora shipper doing writing this?! Did they jump ship?! Did they lose their mind?!
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That, and I like a challenge every now and then. So here's a li'l number for you Kliona shippers out there. Y u no listen to me?! The Dark Side of Heaven. Fiona steered the Carmelita deeper into the icy, dark depths of the Pacific Ocean. Her heart was still pounding from the recent events that had been carved into the giant slab of history. Not just the submarine she and her brother had "borrowed", not just the aerial battle that had ultimately took her stepfather and the Quagmires' life awhile ago, but something else.
Fiona took a deep breath and hit the accelerator, trying to put the thought out of her mind. That day aboard the Queequeg haunted her like a restless ghost, and the only way for it to be truly put to rest was to face her crime and stand before the judge, jury, and executioner. Fiona rolled her eyes.
She couldn't believe her brother was actually more concerned about the presence of a certain gelatinous dessert rather than the recent death of close associates, one of them being a family member. She'd tried to save them…but it was too late. The darkness before her had already swallowed them up, never to be seen again. Tears welled up in her eyes.
She couldn't even save fellow volunteers from a fate they didn't deserve, what made her think he would be any different? Puzzled, Fiona looked at him to find a white, cylindrical container tucked under his left arm. It's not chocolate pudding like the baby makes, but it'll do for now. He needed more help in the head than she thought. Fernald jerked the spoon back, as if she were a rabid animal going to bite him. They were silent for a moment.
We tried to get them on board.
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Fiona glared at him, but though his face was enraged, she could see the fear in his eyes. Obviously he wasn't over their stepfather, and by the sound of his voice, he couldn't bear to lose the only thing he had left in this world. We could've driven this thing away afterward! He just didn't want to admit it. With a furious cry, Fiona grabbed an atlas off the dash and chucked it at him. Now he was being ridiculous.
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And to be honest, she should probably drop it. This was going nowhere, even if she was right. Fernald thought hard, wondering what to talk about next without setting his sister off. But that was awhile ago. And when she lies, I can tell. There's nowhere else to go but out to sea if they escaped the hotel, especially if it caught fire. Fernald obediently kept his eyes peeled for any sign of his former enemies.
If it was one thing he was trained to do, it was hunt the Baudelaires down. Let's move to the surface. They won't be underwater. She pulled up on the handlebars, and the Carmelita slowly made its ascent toward the surface. After what felt like forever, they were now bobbing on the gentle waves of the Pacific, sunlight pouring inside, blinding the two.
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Almost forgot what sunlight looked like under there," Fernald said, covering his eyes as best he could with his hooks. Fiona uncovered her eyes and scanned the horizon. And maybe we can find some chocolate pudding while we're there. Fiona gave him a funny look. There is no chocolate pudding in the wild.
Due to the Carmelita 's oblong shape, it was incredibly difficult to dock it at the island and reach land without having to swim. But by some crazy miracle, they'd done it, and now they were scouting around on the sandy shore in search of supplies for their journey. Fiona groaned, facepalming herself.
And even if it was as fantastic as you say it is, we need healthy food. She shook her head and began looking around. Gosh, how long had it been? She'd been walking forever, and other than a spool of rope she'd found that had washed up on the beach, she'd found nothing.
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Maybe Fernald was doing better than her at searching. Frustrated, she looked out at the ocean, the sun sparkling off the waves. It was a beautiful day out. Not too hot, not too cold. Not a cloud in the sky. A great day for a picnic, she might add. But this was no time to relax. She had to find the Baudelaires before it was too late. Fiona kept walking, her feet now beginning to ache. It was far past half an hour, that's for sure. But her brother was such a genius that he gave her a time to report back, and neither one of them had a watch to monitor the flow of time.
She was about to turn back when a giant apple tree came into view, boasting the largest harvest she'd ever seen. Hungry, and elated at finding more resources for their trip, she hurried over to it and reached for an apple. Was she hearing things? Was she so tired that she was beginning to hallucinate? She stood absolutely still for a moment to see if her ears were playing tricks on her. Her ears weren't playing tricks on her.
There were actually other people on the island besides her and her brother. Maybe they could help her narrow her search as to where the Baudelaires might be. She looked up in the thick, long branches. No one was up in the tree. She looked all around the trunk. Wait a minute, if she was hearing actual voices, and no one was in the tree or around it, then where were those voices coming from? Where are those voices coming from?! Fiona thought, the mystery wearing on her last nerve. They were real, she was sure of it!
She wasn't that fatigued to where she was hearing things. Oddly enough, she'd slept just fine last night, despite everything that had happened recently. So where were they coming from? Suddenly, there was a rustling of leaves and snapping of twigs from behind, and Fiona whirled around to see what was making all that noise. Her heart began to race, fearing the worst. Fernald was far away from her, unable to help, and from the sound of things, there were two people, not just one. Climbing out from under the giant roots of the tree was a very tall, muscular boy with short dark hair.
He got off the ground and looked around for what had picked the apples, his eyes eventually landing on Fiona, who felt her whole body go numb. She was in such shock that she didn't even think to hide, but that shock was only amplified when she realized who the boy was. They stood there, staring at each other. So many thoughts, so many emotions… It was impossible to keep up with them all.
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Gord Rollo was born in St. Andrews, Scotland, but now lives in Ontario, Canada. His short stories and novella-length work have appeared in many professional publications throughout the genre and his novels include: His work has been translated into several languages and his titles are currently being adapted for audiobooks. Beside Gord Rollo was born in St. Besides novels, Gord edited the acclaimed evolutionary horror anthology, Unnatural Selection: A Collection of Darwinian Nightmares. Books by Gord Rollo.