Born of Fire

I couldn't resist writing yet another story; I had such inspiration from dreams and from different people. I wanted to express myself and this story in so many ways. I think it was a bit of a rash decision on my part, but I'm determined to do either a Boromir/OC or an Éomer/OC…and I decided to go with both. The problem is, I'm not sure which character should go with which OC. So I'll more than likely go with posting a poll a bit later in the story, maybe after the first or second chapter. We'll see how I feel about the characters. This is a part of my shifter series that I'm creating. Protector in the Shadow is the first of the series yes, but it is not connected to Born of Fire in any way, shape, or form (see what I did there? I made a shifter joke!) This is a double OC story, so pardon me if I get a bit messy in describing, or even if I get confused. This story will hardly be updated as much as the others, but I wanted to get it posted. Enjoy my friends, I've worked hard. – Ze


Prologue:

The drums echoed darkly in the deep, a powerful pounding that matched almost perfectly to the pounding in her head. She wasn't expecting them to come so soon, then again no one was really. Her world was crumbling down around her as she huddled deeper into the side of her master; her dark colored feathers were pulled closely into her sides as her rather large chest heaved with carrying the almost unconscious girl under the bed. She may have been large, but she was young, and one of the weaker of her race. She was silently begging for the woman to awaken so they could run, but the attackers were gaining ground quickly. She knew she shouldn't have left the ruin of their old camp, but telling the princess "No" was one of the most impossible things any creature could attempt.

For a long time the winged creature had known about the royal woman's fear of blood, but never had she known that it was to the point where she lost contents of her stomach. The desert world they lived upon was called Terra to the elders of their tribes, but some children didn't even know the name of the planet. Living as one of the few in a non-cannibal camp it was hard to get used to. They had been the soul survivors from a cannibal raid on a woman's camp only a few months before, which was why she had even considered allowing the weak mortal out of the kingdom.

The princess was far too innocent, seeing as she slept through the entire happening of the raid, but the eagle was not so lucky. The horrifying screams and sounds of gurgling escaping the creatures being eaten alive. Being cut down as if they were nothing, it had been bad enough living in a far too popular women's camp, with the men so eager to breed. But the cannibals were even worse, they rubbed off on people, they made it so people accepted their ways after they ruthlessly raped and captured both women and children, guards, infants, and all livestock devoured like nothing.

A world like theirs had no God, no deity to pray to for help. Even if some of the creatures from the camps claimed religion, the eagle didn't believe in such things, what kind of "God" would allow their lives to be so hellishly lived? Why would he let them suffer slaughter like farm animals and lambs? As the girl twitched in the clasp of her claws and beak she felt her heart race in pleasure, so she would be waking up soon. Suddenly the door burst open to see a horribly wounded guard, who just so happened to be our eagle's brother. Not by blood, but by mind and soul. He was panting horribly as he shut the tent flaps, tying them tightly and putting the fire out which had been burning in the middle of the overly large wall tent.

"Kenna you must go!" he urged her with the motion of his hands startling the large winged creature at the sudden movement, though she dare not make a sound, "Take the dust, my love. Protect the princess." He mused through held back and hushed coughs. The dust, no one had used this said dust for centuries, and there were reasons why. It was much too dangerous to use the dust, at a time like this and everything. Who knew where in space or time they would end up?

"Ren I can't!" she said, releasing her beak long enough from the scruff of the girl to only be silenced by Ren. She puffed her chest slightly, raising her wings in defense as she stared at him with her piercing glare, "would you have me risk her safety? What if we land on a world like our own? Then we would be alone, with no…" her voice was cut off by a loud scraping and roaring just outside of the tent, a blood curdling scream erupted and a substance that looked like blood was spilled on the fabric wall of the pale tent. With horror she looked to see a shadow hovering over a body, the sounds of scoffing and feasting came to her ears.

"You know you must take Lavi, Kenna! If you do not, everything our people have worked for will falter! She's the last one!" He snarled looking around desperately for something to distract the creatures so he could protect himself and the females, "I'll say the spell, sister of my heart. You were born of fire; don't let that fire die, even if you land in the snows of a chilled world." Ren said moving close to her, his hand caressed her cheek lovingly. But more sounds caused them to move quickly.

With a last effort Ren moved quickly grabbing a book from a table near the bed that was in the middle of the tent and moving to a circle that was drawn already in the sand. There was a moment of muttering on his part, but as scratching and tearing sounds came louder outside his reading and vocal level increased. She could hardly understand what Ren was saying, but by the time she realized it was only herself and her master in the circle, it was far too late. With a screech she and the princess were sucked into a world of light and shadow. She heard a popping noise but ignored it, holding her master as close as she could without her talons digging into the frail girl's shoulders.

She felt something happen she did not expect her body was rejected by the dust. Something happened that she felt was horrible, she felt her wings start to fade, the bones start to crack, and she felt her feathers start to vanish. She stared into the blue pools of power around them in horror, looking up to only see the dark sky of night. She stared into the sky that was now under them as they started to fall, with one final hurl of pain she felt them cascade form the sky like silk falling from a shelve. She gripped horribly hard onto the princess. But the wind twisted them, and Kenna was staring into the newly opened eyes of Lavi. She saw the mouth of the girl open, and then her now more sensitive ears were shattered with a scream of death.

Then there was a large dose of pain, and complete darkness.


Ahh, Prologue was short, just how I like them! Please enjoy, if you didn't that's okay! R&R if you're cool, if not be waiting to vote on the poll if you're cool. I'm really happy with how this turned out. More depth will be there in the next few chapters. I wanted to leave it vague for awhile; I think its best that way! Read my other two stories because it's a good time! I love you all, have a nice night! – Ze