Disclaimer: I do not own Ice Age.
AN: So...finally decided to start this...hope anyone who still reads enjoys!
Prologue:
"My lord," the doppleganger bowed respectfully. Someone, hidden in the shadows, turned and regarded the doppleganger with displeasure.
"I am not pleased with you."
The doppleganger visibly swallowed. "There were some difficulties, master. We didn't…we hadn't anticipated the ability of the Witch. He is underestimated by everyone in the realm. He found out our plans within a day of them working."
The shadows growled, looming threateningly over the man. "And you expect me to find that as an excuse not to kill you?!"
Once again, the doppleganger spoke, trying to buy itself some time. "Master, we need your help in this. If you want what you seek from the boy, we may need your help extracting it."
A sigh. "I will not go! I will not go in this hideous form. I need time! Time which you cannot GIVE ME!" The doppleganger backed away.
"Master?"
The shows quietened, before a figure stepped out. The shadows backed away more. "Use it well. He will promise you victory, that is for certain."
"A human mortal will help us? Surely we would have more success getting another changeling or maybe a Witch."
A growl. "No Witch would ally themselves with us, or oppose the boy. Hags will be of no use to us either." The doppleganger could practically hear the next smirk. "And this is no ordinary human mortal, doppleganger, as you will soon learn."
The figure straightened up.
"Don't disappoint me." The shadows spoke to the figure, who nodded, bowed, and turned to the doppleganger, who examined the figure carefully, before bowing to the shadows.
"We will take our leave now, master." The doppleganger bowed respectfully.
"Good." The shadows turned as well to leave the small area. The White family will pay for all of their foolishness, for all of their arrogance. They will pay for humiliating me!"
A lady with her golden hair tied up in a tight bun stared at the laptop, eyes furrowed, deeply concerned. Something was wrong.
She remembered the doppleganger that had tried to impersonate her brother and had killed one of his soccer teammates. There was something up with him, but she didn't know what. Without hesitation, she picked up the phone.
"Hello? This is Diana Bennett. I need to speak with my father."
Meanwhile, a teenager awoke on his bed, green eyes glowing in the dark like a cat's as he peered around the darkness, before giving up on sleep, and leaning back on the headboard of his bed, closing his eyes and trying to keep his breathing under control.
Something big was coming, and he needed to be ready for it.