Hello readers of the webternet! I don't own Young Justice, unfortunately. However I do own this story, so paws off! It's about Klarion, Gosh Golly Me, do I like Klarion? Yes, yes I do. I don't know his history so things you hear about it are mostly just made up from my head. Oh, and also my theory about being a Lord of Elements is in here too. Klarion has...wings in this story. And he will eventually be joining the team. Onward!
Sometimes Klarion really hates Teekl. Hates her so much he's willing to hand her over to the Geezer and all his little baby brats. (No he's not.) Because Teekl isn't just his beloved familiar she's also the only calm in his never ceasing storm of red, red chaos. Always whispering things and plans and suggesting into Klarion's head when maybe he's not doing so hot against his enemies. (Shut up. He brings the Chaos.) And then soothes him when he leaves. He doesn't lose, thank you very much. He simply calls a time out.
And usually with a little, okay a lot, of persuading he'll listen to his stupid cat and do what she says. Klarion doesn't follow her orders, he takes suggestions. Chaos takes no orders.
This however is not a good time for her to be yowling in his head because he's trying to focus. Nabu is hovering a good twenty feet over his head and the flash boy's green eyes are glaring at him. Oh well. like he's scared of a ginger who can't control his feet. Please, give him some credit would you? He' trying to focus and battle the "great" Lord of Order because damn it, "I want that helmet and I want it now!"
He summons his circle of runes, there job is to make him more powerful. And they do, to a certain extent. He's already an extremely talented mage but he's holding back. Klarion knows it, Nabu knows it. Nabu's holding back, too. Just his power not his words. He still rants about order in the world and Klarion thinks his ears are about to start bleeding of he doesn't shut up. The old fart just keeps talking. Klarion thinks he's like the Energizer Bunny he sees on the mortal glass screens sometimes, those televivios or whatever they're called.
Fire rips from his mouth as he spews it as Nabu, and while he does that he summons his red tendrils of magic. They form long arms that end in grotesque claws and he swipes them across the top of the Tower of Fate.
Klarion tries to focus but it's so hard with Teekl demanding him to Summon. Klarion you have to, it's the fastest way to end this and you know it. Stop being a brat and summon already.
Klarion promptly stomps out her voice and closes the gate way between their physic link.
It's in these moments that he really wishes sometimes there wasn't so much noise in his head. Then he'd have remembered that Teekl has access to his magic, that's how he can transform her, and can summon things. Namely his actual Summons. Because that's what the cat does in the next second. (Stupid feline!)
He roars and flames leap in his hands, black claw like nails leaking magic and forked tongue flicking. Nabu stops throwing spells at him and watches. He can sense some things changed. So can the brats apparently, because they stop too. Abra Kadabra is already naked and passed out on the ground, so now everyone is focused on him. Klarion normally likes being the center of attention. Right now he just wants everyone to disintegrate and stop watching him.
The air shifts behind him. Klarion can feel it. No, no, no, no, no. He hated the Summons. It was what got him here in the first place. It's too late now, though, and he makes a mental note to strangle Teekl later. Not enough for his form to shift and waver, but enough that it leaves the animal uncomfortable. Pressure starts to build on his back between his shoulder blades. Seconds are left.
Klarion can do nothing to stop the enormous wings that solidify behind him and fold to half mast.
Carp, he hates Teekl. (No he doesn't. Shut up.)