Jeminisoul's last deviation [link] inspired me quite thoroughly. It made think about how Sybil breaking Carcer's hourglass would look. But since I am totally talentless in the visual arts, I can only write the little bit that would go in the artist's comments and hope that Jeminisoul might grace our eyes with another FF.net inspired work. *hint hint*

Wow, can I kiss arse or what? XD Ok, here's what I wrote. I'm not putting it in deviations 'cause... it was just a sudden, creative burst. Obviously this probably won't be how it goes in the RP but it's nice to dream.


Everywhere Sybil stepped there was sand and broken glass. Carcer and Teatime had certainly wreaked havoc in Death’s Domain and caused irreparable damaged to, what Sybil would always consider, the real world. Even if that thought was completely incorrect. She looked at the rows and rows of hourglasses. She resisted the impulse to look for Sam’s or Young Sam’s. She’d never resist the temptation to steal their hourglass to keep them alive for as long as she could. She heard a crash in another room and the sound of a lot of glass breaking. She followed the sound and found Sam and Carcer fighting though she’d never call it that. They were fighting dirty and using anything they could to get even the slightest advantage.

It was really hard to say who had the upper hand at any given moment. Carcer could occasionally manage to get a hold of a large shard of glass but he could never seem to get a chance to really cut or stab Sam seriously. Not that Sam was faring any better. He was trying frantically to knock Carcer unconscious but he had no weapon to aid him and he had to worry about keeping more hourglasses from breaking. They weren’t just hourglasses after all, they were people. She had to do something of course. She wasn’t going to stand idly by while her husband was getting beaten up by an undead madman.

She found herself staring at the hourglasses. Even with all the commotion of the fighting the sound of trillions of grains of sand pouring downward filled the room. Her eyes scanned the endless shelves of hourglasses, pausing only long enough to read the first letter of the names printed at the bottom of each one. She couldn’t even say whose she was looking for. Her conscious mind wouldn’t stop worrying about Sam so her subconscious mind did what needed doing.

Her eyes stopped at an hourglass with the top bulb that was completely empty. At the base, the name Carcer Dunn was etched into a little plaque. If it had been any other hourglass, Sybil would have taken it carefully, even reverently if she had absolutely had to touch it. But this was Carcer’s hourglass. He’d put through Sam through so much. He left that scar over Sam’s eye and had killed watchmen and had taken Sam’s attention away from Young Sam when he was born and she knew how much Sam wanted Carcer dead, to actually stay dead.

Carcer made Sam want to kill. He made Sam face the beast in his soul and come too close to succumbing to it. It didn’t matter that Sam never yielded. He still worried about it and Sam had enough things to worry about. Oh, how Sybil hated Carcer. Sybil snatched the hourglass off its shelf causing Carcer to jerk back suddenly. She smiled a little and knew she shouldn’t take so much joy from it. But execution hadn’t worked on the man and Sam would probably be forced to kill him before this was over. But Sam had such high standards for himself and Sybil didn’t want him to ever have to compromise his principles. So she’d cross that line for him.

“Carcer?” Sybil’s voice held a playful, melodic tone. Carcer and Sam both looked at Sybil. She held the hourglass in her right hand. “Do you know what this is, Carcer? It’s your hourglass.” Carcer tried to smile his infamous smile. That took care of whatever lingering guilt Sybil felt about doing this. She set the hourglass down on its side a foot or so away from her feet. She kept her eyes fixed on Carcer for two reasons. One, she knew the man was very quick and two, she didn’t want to deal with Sam’s reaction to her committing murder just yet. She stepped on the glass quickly and hard before she lost her nerve. There was a satisfying crunch and then Carcer vanished in a poof. That part wasn’t as satisfying.

Sybil felt like she should say something clever but all thoughts of Carcer had evaporated. He had been taken care of and that was that. She walked over to Sam and started to help him up. He still hadn’t said anything and his face didn’t reveal what he was thinking. Sybil started to wonder if Sam would be angry at her or just relieved that Carcer was out of the picture now. A thought floated into her mind like a soap bubble and said, “Quis custodiet ipsos custodes?” She smiled at Sam weakly. “I will. If you let me.”