The Bartimaeus Trilogy: The Concealed Conclusion

By porpierita

A/N: Hey! This is my first Bartimaeus Trilogy fan fiction so please no flames ;) If there are any errors, please tell me and I'll make the edits.

The characters may seem a bit OCish, but I haven't read the Bartimaeus Trilogy for a while, so my memory isn't that clear on their personalities. And sometimes, I found I didn't like some parts of their behavior, so I changed it a bit as well XD

Last thing, please review, even though this chappie is a lil' bit short (the others are longer, I promise). Also, my writing has changed a lot so the latter chapters might be better…(blushes)

Nathaniel

As the Staff exploded, Nathaniel was thrown backwards against the side of the structure, the force was so hard—he could hardly breathe. Hearing his ribs crack, he slid down to the floor where the power of the Staff caused a roof chip to topple over onto him.
took a sharp intake of breath as the chip hit him. His breath was a mere rasping noise, and his lips were dried and his throat dehydrated.

Bartimaeus was not with him now. He was alone, but the thought of Kitty safe with the Amulet neutralised that horrible feeling.

What would happen when he died? What was the Spirit World like? Would he meet Ptolemy? Nathaniel agreed with himself that if he were indeed to come face to face…or essence to essence with Ptolemaeus, he would inform the boy of how Bartimaeus had missed him. Including the fact that Kitty had followed his Apocrypha.

Nathaniel could hear Nouda thrashing away somewhere far, until a big block of silver and glass collapsed down, silencing the spirit. If he hadn't been thrown back, Nouda would clearly have killed him now, what with the fact that just milliseconds before, its tentacles had been slashing down upon him…until he had been hurled back. Everywhere, destruction was being made. Everything was burning, exploding, collapsing. It would be a miracle if he were to escape out of here alive.

Nathaniel felt his head spin. He swooned heavily, then passed out. The lower foundations couldn't hold up the upper structures anymore, causing the rest of the building to collapse. Over the magician, but not onto him. No, the structure was holding up in a dilapidated, deformed way.

And there was Nathaniel, trapped inside in a hollow of glass and silver, where he would lie unconcious until someone found him.

A/N: How'd you like it? That's just the prologue, so next chapter is probably up in a few days…depending on my speed of writing—maybe even tomorrow. This is, after all, a short ending; it's just an added conclusion.

Anyways, reviews are much appreciated!