A/N: Welcome everyone, to the "secret" fanfic I have been scheming for so long now… This takes place around the year 1500 C.E., and I have formulated the idea while RPing. I made this while I was on a writer's block for A.S.O.U.A., because I couldn't think of what to write next. Everyone is a human, so there is no confusion on whether Lord Xavier (XANA) is a human or not. William is mentioned in the story, but I did not really add him, because he didn't for much for the Lyoko Warriors, as he was under control by XANA for months. There are only 2 regions here, Lyokonis and Digitropolis, as I did not feel the need to include the "real" world. Now, on with the …
Aelita: Hold on!
Me: What now!
A: You're forgetting something…
Me: Fine… *sighs* I do not own Code Lyoko. It belongs to Moonscoop and the creators. If I did own Code Lyoko, then I would have changed things around a bit… *XANAfied laugh* Trés bien!
A: uh oh… *runs away*
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Chapter 1
Lyokonis, 1482 C.E.
A dark figure wearing a black hooded cloak rode swiftly though the night, and then dismounted his black-colored stallion, landing on the ground that was soft with the recent rain, and entered a stone building that was hidden in the shadows, ignored by everyone except the shadiest types. He entered the nearly-broken down building, and glared at the old, withered man standing there. He then turned his gaze upon the long, gleaming, single-handed double-edged silver hilted sword that lay on the table.
It was Dark Daze, one of the 6 most powerful and terrible sword the sword maker had ever made. She had crafted it with precision, and had explored every detail about the swords, being careful about everything she did with them. How the old man had attained one of the legendary swords was mind boggling to him. No matter, it was now his, and the old man was too feeble to do anything about it. He thought of silencing the man right now, in his hut, but decided against it, as the man did not know who he was. Instead, he attached the sword's sheath that was lying beside the sword to his belt, and then sheathed the sword itself, striding out of the building, mounting his horse, and heading back to Digitropolis.
His castle in Digitropolis was massive, and it was well structured to defend from all attacks, and to successfully give retaliation and fire power to his sides. He had designed it himself, and had tested it multiple times with battalions of his soldiers, constantly improving it and updating it. Lord Xavier dismounted his horse and strode to the uppermost part of the castle, his hand holding the grip of the blade's hilt, the energy from Dark Daze flowing into his hand, connecting with its master.
Once he was at the uppermost part of the castle that did not have any walls surrounding it, he unsheathed the blade, and held it up high with an outstretched right arm, letting the moonlight bathe the blade with a glow that seemed almost unnatural. The blade softly glowed in the moonlight before a black aura enveloped the blade itself, licking at the steel as if it was black fire- only missing the heat, and the occasional crackling and popping of the flames burning the object. Lord Xavier summoned some energy from his reserves deep inside his body, and transferred it to the sword, the purplish-black aura growing and flickering more frantically. Lord Xavier was impressed. So this was the sword he was destined for- possibly the strongest and most terrible of the other 5 swords.
With one diagonal slash of the sword, Lord Xavier discharged the energy was sent into the peasant village below, sending screams of anguish and surprise rising in the air. The energy had formed a white energy arc as it was released, in the shape of a crescent moon before striking the peasants' huts, sending gigantic plumes of dust into the air. The kickback from the discharge of energy didn't amount to much; it only created a slight wind from the arc as it sped towards its target that rippled Lord Xavier's cloak, blowing off the hood to reveal a dark-as-midnight hair with red streaks outlining them.
A satisfied smirk graced his lips, revealing the numerous, pure-white, sharp, fanged teeth he normally concealed. With another swish of his cloak, Lord Xavier had gone inside his domain, listening to the cries of the peasants below who lived in the village nearby his castle. How sweet of them to play a song for him, in Lyokonis, while he ruled over them in Digitropolis.
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A woman was in pain as her time was coming. An old midwife brushed back the woman's long, harried pink hair, and applied a wet cloth to her forehead, helping the woman through this difficult time. The woman gave a loud yell as the pain intensified, and struggled to remain conscious. After what seemed like endless hours, the woman gave a loud yell, and then stopped as suddenly as she had came, as the pains had stopped, and she was now gasping and trying to reclaim the air that her burning lungs desperately needed.
The midwife reached down, and wrapped something in blankets before handing it to the weak woman's outstretched arms. It was now three-fifty in the morning, as Antea finally calmed down enough to peek at her baby. It was a she, and her hair was her (Antea's) color, but it was mussed up just like her (Antea's) husband's hair. She had pale green eyes, and as she struggled to open them, she gave a loud cry before Antea calmed her down by gently rocking her side to side.
A man with mussed, gray hair and spectacles gazed at his wife and newborn daughter adoringly. Waldo had wandered around their home, the Palace of Lyokonis for says on end, worrying about their conditions, and if Antea was going to make it out alright. Antea, feeling the presence of another person, turned to Waldo, and asked the question of what they were going to name her. Waldo, closed his eyes tightly and racked his brains before opening his eyes again and answering, "Aelita".
"Aelita", the young Antea answered. "I think that is a wonderful name for our daughter" she said as she looked at Aelita, who was now sucking her thumb, eyes closed, and a content expression on her face. Waldo solemnly nodded. "You know what this means, though" he said as he brought a long, double edged sword to Antea. "You know that she is one of the destined, as it was foretold by our ancestors that a girl will bring honor to the Schaeffer crest". Antea nodded as she cradled Aelita in her arms, and sang a slow lullaby to keep her (Aelita) asleep for the time being. Slowly, she placed the bundle in Waldo's arms as she painfully got up and replaced the sword back into its case that held it, pondering on the things to come.
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A/N. So… anyone got any ideas for "A Shadow On Us All"? I keep on forgetting to put the disclaimer in my stories, so I hired Aelita to remind me. I only do it once, though, because I figured people are smart enough to know who CL belongs to.
~Commando Wolf