Nuala's monologues (my fanfiction for Hellboy II: The Golden Army)

Nuala’s Monologues

The First Monologue

Death is only the beginning...

Gemini, Slayer


Be with me, my Brother.


I am Nuala. Princess Nuala. Daughter of King Balor. Sister of Prince Nuada Silverlance.
Lady of Bethmora. The Elf Princess of Underworld. She-elf of the Invisible Realm.


It was so unbelievably hard for me to oppose you. I did what I felt was right, but I felt you, I felt all your feelings, thoughts and your sacred righteousness. It ran through your veins, and it ran through mine as well. Why didn’t I kill myself before you killed our father? For I knew perfectly well as much as our father that it was the only thing, which could stop you. Why didn’t I? Because it is not easy to kill oneself? Because I thought I would stop you anyway?
You always knew I would not allow you to spill the blood again. I knew you would come back in order to do it.
It depends. It is a human’s blood. You say it is worthless sometimes. I say, it is not water. You say, they spill water if it is not the Earth's blood. If you fill all the rivers with human’s blood, it will not help to clean their water. I am right, and you are right either.
Our main problem was the fact we both were always right. You were right you wanted to wage war. I was right I did not allow you to do it.
When the King’s bodyguard hit you, I felt he hit me but not only that. The feeling was so overwhelming, so strong, and so strange. It was strange because the feeling of shared pain was not unfamiliar to me. I should not have been shocked when I felt your pain, but I was. Having killed the King’s bodyguard, you looked at me and, when my nose started to bleed, you were nearly glad. I felt the connection rooted in our blood. This moment I knew we were not fading away, we are burning.
It is hard to explain. The feeling of your righteousness fulfilled me violently. It was not only that, but also a need. I felt I would be right if I waged this war. I was taken by this feeling.
When you said, “Death it is”, I felt relieved. Relieved from this need. The need of jihad. I felt I had to wage war, and I ran away not only from you but from myself. I was fighting with you till the end. One can say desperately or useless, but it was not so. At least I did not feel so. It was meant or it was not. I just chose my way and walked through it till the end. As well as you did.

My fan fiction II

Nuala's Monologues

The second monologue


Water will have its day; and blood will flow like water.
Salman Rushdie


Some say once upon a time, when the humans and Sons of the Earth lived together in harmony.
But people began the War. There were several of them. The last one, just before the Great Truce, was a real slaughter. I could not understand this. Occasionally humans, as well as magical creatures, had wars in their separate worlds. We did not get along with dwarves. They did not get along with each other.
But the Last War between the humans and Sons of the Earth was unnaturally cruel and dreadful. The humans came from towns and tried to slay us. Violently. Without mercy.
The Golden Army was our respond. Mechanical soldiers washed the humans' flesh out from the battle field. We decided not to go further. Our victory coasted too high a price. To go further meant the end of our race, even if not physically, then mentally. The worst sin is to destroy one's soul. Even if it is a soul of an elf.
It is interesting to see how humans reflected our people in their culture. We were fragile magical creatures and at the same time warriors. They caught the essence of elves. But our nature was different at the point of our aims. We probably know our purpose better. We realize entirely for what we have been created. We do not so often as humans behave against our nature.
All what you did, my brother, was done from the roots of love. Even what you did to our father. I understand this. You were misguided. Your exile lasted too long. From the price of the Unseen Realm you became the prince of the Forgotten Realm. You just went too far. Like humans. Ironically enough.
You did not want the truce. You wanted victory. To want victory is to want war.
You wanted revenge. This is understandable. Our mother fell in the battle with humans. It was long before the Last War. She was really strong physically, spiritually and magically. She was almost invincible in battle. There was a battle where almost all of her warriors fell. But she ordered them to rise. It coasted her life.
"Water will have its day; and blood will flow like water."
This was the most horrible thing my mother ever told me. And the last one.
It is a mistake to think of day of the doom as of the last day or the one day. It repeats.
And I saw this day. And I was among those who arranged it. The Golden Princess.