BabyDex: My gosh, it has been awhile now hasn't it.
Rogue: Just a couple of months.
BabyDex: But still.
Disclaimer: I DON'T OWN HARRY POTTER OR ANY OF ITS CHARACTERS. EVERYONE IS MINE.
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Halloween 1991
[Whitewings, Angeliquan – East RogueWorld]
A terrible scream rang out on the battlefield as an angel's wings were ripped out of his back. The Dark prince laughed villainously as the angel writhed in pain.
"Akira aye! Akira aye!" the angel screamed.
"Kill you know?" asked the Dark prince. "I think I will."
The Dark prince lifted his sword and was about to bring it down on the angel's neck, when another sword clashed with his own. He looked up and glared into the apple green eyes of his twin.
"Don't do this," said the twin. "You'll kill him."
"That's exactly what I'm trying to do," said the Dark prince as he threw his twin off of him. "And if you don't stay the hell out of my, I'll kill you too. I'd hate to kill my own twin." He then looked at his twin and smirked. "Actually I wouldn't. Not at all."
The Dark prince attacked his twin and they battled. Meanwhile, the angel was taken off the battlefield, to the sidelines where the doctors were tending to the wounded.
"What happened?" one of the doctors asked the ice-blond angel who had brought in the wounded angel.
"I-It was the Dark prince. H-He kill – he ripped out his wings." The angel stammered.
"Your father is a lucky man. Usually an angel would die instantly from getting his wings ripped out like this," said the doctor as he examined the long, slim oval holes in his back where the angel's wings used to be. "They can be grown back, but he needs a white crystal and to get that, I need to get him to the hospital where he can heal properly. I cannot do that while the war is still going on."
The ice-blonde angel thought for a minute, then nodded as if he had made up his mind.
"Don't worry about it," he said to the doctor. "Take him back to the hospital. I'll make sure the war ends now."
The doctor looked at him and shook his head. He then disappeared with the wounded angel.
Meanwhile, back on the battlefield, the Dark prince was winning. With his sword he was pushing his brother toward a large black vortex. His twin realized what he was doing so he fought harder, but it was no use, the Dark prince was stronger.
They edged closer and closer to the vortex. The lighter twin was about ready to give up realizing his hate-filled twin would win. He wanted to cry as those hatred green eyes looked out at him with malice.
"Well brother," said the Dark prince. "It seems you'll be joining our dear sister in the spirit realm. But don't worry . . . you'll get out . . . someday." He laughed that vicious laugh of his.
The lighter twin knew his fate was sealed, but there was one more thing he could do to stop his brother from sending anyone else to the spirit realm.
"I may be heading for the spirit realm," he said defiantly to his brother as they the edge. "But I will be the last person you will ever send there."
He then closed his eyes and his whole body lit with a light green aura. He jumped back into the vortex and the green light that enveloped him spread through the opening of the vortex. The vortex began to close.
"No!" shouted the Dark prince. "I will not let you stop what I have worked so hard for."
The ice-blonde angel ran onto the battlefield, only a few yards away from the Dark prince, with his supplies. He took out the platinum-onyx arrow that he had twisted together and straightened out, and dipped it into the Steelenium blood, careful not to touch it with his bare hands. He fitted it into his bow, took aim and fired.
The arrow flew all the way into the Dark prince's back and came out through his heart. Time went in slow motion as the Dark prince looked down and saw all the blood pouring out of him. His veins started to show through his skin, going from blue or red, to black. He cried out once more in pain and dropped dead.
The battlefield was silent as everyone stared at the body of the Dark prince. Someone ran up to check his body and, even before he said it, the ice-blonde angel knew, the Dark prince was dead. He would be brought back to life for the trial, but he wouldn't last long. The Steelenium blood was a very quick acting poison, only Steel rogues could live with it in their veins, everybody else would die within minutes of it reaching their blood. The Dark prince was no exception to this rule.
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BabyDex: Wow.
Rogue: That may be your best work yet.
Babydex: Don't jinx me!
Rogue: Okay, okay.
BabyDex; Now just take a guess at who some of those ppl are. This is gonna be Draco/ Ginny fanfic, plus other couples, w/ maybe a little –
Rogue: - Maybe a lot –
BabyDex: - Of Harry Potter bashing. I love him and yet I hate him.
Rogue: I just hate him.
BabyDex: He looked so gay in HP3.
Rogue: He's always looked gay.
BabyDex: No he didn't!
Rogue: W/e
BabyDex: Peace.
Rogue: Just a couple of months.
BabyDex: But still.
Disclaimer: I DON'T OWN HARRY POTTER OR ANY OF ITS CHARACTERS. EVERYONE IS MINE.
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Halloween 1991
[Whitewings, Angeliquan – East RogueWorld]
A terrible scream rang out on the battlefield as an angel's wings were ripped out of his back. The Dark prince laughed villainously as the angel writhed in pain.
"Akira aye! Akira aye!" the angel screamed.
"Kill you know?" asked the Dark prince. "I think I will."
The Dark prince lifted his sword and was about to bring it down on the angel's neck, when another sword clashed with his own. He looked up and glared into the apple green eyes of his twin.
"Don't do this," said the twin. "You'll kill him."
"That's exactly what I'm trying to do," said the Dark prince as he threw his twin off of him. "And if you don't stay the hell out of my, I'll kill you too. I'd hate to kill my own twin." He then looked at his twin and smirked. "Actually I wouldn't. Not at all."
The Dark prince attacked his twin and they battled. Meanwhile, the angel was taken off the battlefield, to the sidelines where the doctors were tending to the wounded.
"What happened?" one of the doctors asked the ice-blond angel who had brought in the wounded angel.
"I-It was the Dark prince. H-He kill – he ripped out his wings." The angel stammered.
"Your father is a lucky man. Usually an angel would die instantly from getting his wings ripped out like this," said the doctor as he examined the long, slim oval holes in his back where the angel's wings used to be. "They can be grown back, but he needs a white crystal and to get that, I need to get him to the hospital where he can heal properly. I cannot do that while the war is still going on."
The ice-blonde angel thought for a minute, then nodded as if he had made up his mind.
"Don't worry about it," he said to the doctor. "Take him back to the hospital. I'll make sure the war ends now."
The doctor looked at him and shook his head. He then disappeared with the wounded angel.
Meanwhile, back on the battlefield, the Dark prince was winning. With his sword he was pushing his brother toward a large black vortex. His twin realized what he was doing so he fought harder, but it was no use, the Dark prince was stronger.
They edged closer and closer to the vortex. The lighter twin was about ready to give up realizing his hate-filled twin would win. He wanted to cry as those hatred green eyes looked out at him with malice.
"Well brother," said the Dark prince. "It seems you'll be joining our dear sister in the spirit realm. But don't worry . . . you'll get out . . . someday." He laughed that vicious laugh of his.
The lighter twin knew his fate was sealed, but there was one more thing he could do to stop his brother from sending anyone else to the spirit realm.
"I may be heading for the spirit realm," he said defiantly to his brother as they the edge. "But I will be the last person you will ever send there."
He then closed his eyes and his whole body lit with a light green aura. He jumped back into the vortex and the green light that enveloped him spread through the opening of the vortex. The vortex began to close.
"No!" shouted the Dark prince. "I will not let you stop what I have worked so hard for."
The ice-blonde angel ran onto the battlefield, only a few yards away from the Dark prince, with his supplies. He took out the platinum-onyx arrow that he had twisted together and straightened out, and dipped it into the Steelenium blood, careful not to touch it with his bare hands. He fitted it into his bow, took aim and fired.
The arrow flew all the way into the Dark prince's back and came out through his heart. Time went in slow motion as the Dark prince looked down and saw all the blood pouring out of him. His veins started to show through his skin, going from blue or red, to black. He cried out once more in pain and dropped dead.
The battlefield was silent as everyone stared at the body of the Dark prince. Someone ran up to check his body and, even before he said it, the ice-blonde angel knew, the Dark prince was dead. He would be brought back to life for the trial, but he wouldn't last long. The Steelenium blood was a very quick acting poison, only Steel rogues could live with it in their veins, everybody else would die within minutes of it reaching their blood. The Dark prince was no exception to this rule.
---
BabyDex: Wow.
Rogue: That may be your best work yet.
Babydex: Don't jinx me!
Rogue: Okay, okay.
BabyDex; Now just take a guess at who some of those ppl are. This is gonna be Draco/ Ginny fanfic, plus other couples, w/ maybe a little –
Rogue: - Maybe a lot –
BabyDex: - Of Harry Potter bashing. I love him and yet I hate him.
Rogue: I just hate him.
BabyDex: He looked so gay in HP3.
Rogue: He's always looked gay.
BabyDex: No he didn't!
Rogue: W/e
BabyDex: Peace.