Lightning and Thunder
Author name: Illuminati Lullaby
Category: Angst, Romance, Dark
Rating: R
Summary: A merchild is born named Clepsyyde, Her and her dragon hatch mate, Kytt'n, share 23rds of a soul. But who possesses the other third? Harry and Draco are forced to become friends to help her.
Author notes: I suck at writing. This is my first fic so go easy.
If you wish to see the other versions of this story, or wish to
see some of the pictures that go along with it, visit: long time ago, before there was anything, energy consisted only
in forms of time and spirit. Time played games with what there
was, looping back, forward, reversing, un-versing, and repeating.
There were those that saw, greater deities, but none that seemed
to care. Time was the only thing that was much more than passive,
opposite to that, spiteful, twisted, and a warper of all good.
Somewhere, in one of her back flips over Space, something went
wrong. Ripping through Future a little harder than usual, she
was snatched from the vast oblivion. Dimension, tired of being
torn and teased at Time's slightest whim, caught her and wrapped
her in the cosmos.
Will you stop? He asked, his patients having been depleted. Being
most powerful, a creator and destroyer of all, he would not take
no for an answer, had it dare to be offered. Time, being the almighty
insolent one she was, held her self up proudly, or as proudly
as she could being bound as she was, and replied, Who are you
to tell me what I can and cannot do?
I am Dimension, he whispered across Space, I am all that is, I
am you, I am Space, I have the power to create, I have the power
to destroy. Who are you, he threw back, to defy me?
I am Time, she defied, I control Order, I control Sequence, I
control Future, Past, and Present. I control Fate and Destiny,
without me, you would be nothing.
Do you mock me little one? Do you dare underestimate me? I could
rip you in two. Space and Dimension can live without you, for
in Reality, you control Nothing.
Time struggled in the death grip her spirit was held in, and gather
all she controlled to her, trying to struggle free from the bind.
Dimension held her tighter, squeezing the hold he had upon her,
compacting her in to a substance almost like matter.
You dared to mock me, you spat in my face. You have played your
games long enough. It is time for you to learn and understand
that there is more to existence than this petty games of rewind
and fast forward. Dimension's ebon black inhaled all surrounding
energy and spirit. Space watched passively, only slightly, if
at all, surprised than usual. Crushing all of the gathered substance
into solid mass, heat, ice, warmth, flesh, stars, planets, moons,
water, and land, Dimension created the universe. At the very center
of it all rotated a small orb of liquid light. Orbited by a nine
planets, one of which was in turn orbited by a single moon.
He placed water, air, life, and magikk on the planet that was
most suited to receive his gifts. Then he returned his attention
to Time, bringing her forward he allowed her to gaze down upon
what he had created.
Do you still doubt me little one? Time stared in awe at this creation,
speechless. After all, matter never having existed before was
something new, and New was a foreign word to the deities, having
lived millennia and seen all.
Look down on what I have made, and except your Fate, oh untamable
Time. For though you believe you control Fate, I control you.
As a punishment for your impudence, I banish you to live as one
of the mortal creatures I have placed on this land. Time shall
forever be bound, moving in a continuous forward motion, never
to be messed with again. From this point forward, you shall be
known as Mernixxa, meaning Clock or Time Bound, your name being
a brand upon you and all of your dependence as a reminder of what
they were once.
Dimension then cast her down from where he held her, and sunk
her into a mortal woman, unknowingly pushing her further and into
her unborn child. The child being only three moons along, accepted
the spirit of Time. Still having 6 moons to go had far from fully
developed and had barely had it's mortal bounds set. The child
began to change to more fully accommodate this intrusion. It became
the first to have Magikk, but in return, lost all remembrance
of what it's spirit had once been, and all right to emotion.
She was born, seven moons and three suns later, but by knife for
her Mother had died trying to birth her. Her stomach had to be
split by blade for the child to be brought in to the world. She
cried not a tear. Unnatural, they whispered, not knowing what
had occurred. Never had they seen a child that did not weep.
Thick platinum-blue-green waves fell to her back. Never had such
a color been seen by the eyes of these people. Most of them had
black or burgundy hair that was as strait as the horizon of the
sea. Rarely a red haired child was born. Royalty had purples and
deep blues and if born outside the royals, it was consider a high
sin and was punishable by death to have a head of hair that color.
Her eyes glowed a molten silver, like poisonous knife blades or
storm clouds. Filled with millennia or knowledge, old as the beginning
of Time. Her skin was as ice, cold as a window's pane, blocking
the winder chill. Strange, this child was. Mernixxa she ghosted across the mind of the one who held her.
"Mernixxa," He whispered, unconscious of the words he said, "Mernixxa
is her name."