Title: Star Crossed
Title: Star Crossed
Author: Frostydreamer
Disclaimer: Tin Man doesn't belong to me
Characters: Zero, Azkadellia, DG, Cain
Pairings: Zero/ Azkadellia
Rating: R/M
Spoilers: All of the Movie
Summery: Although inner daemons will always come back, and confusion is mass affect, a final test is left.
This Chapter: Something is woken from its deep sleep
Word Count: 244
AN: Might need to read Frozen and Till the end of Time before the Prologue and Ch.1, make more sense I think.
Prologue
Stranger
The stone tomb crumpled away into fine dust at her bare feet. She stepped out onto the stone ledge, the twilight stinging her eyes.
After seventy-three years of dreamless sleep the site that lay below and around her mountain was not a welcomed site. After taking in a few breaths of fresh air she stretched her numb limbs, with audible cracks as a result.
There were many changes in the OZ. The Papay fields were dry and frail. There were more towns, Central City had lost its cheery green glow, and there was a dark tower that looked very familiar.
All in all, she figured the OZ was not fairing well. But that was not the reason she had woken from her sleep. Something had called her barely beating hart causing it to clench painfully and stop her peace. Wearily she contemplated the few reasons why this would happen, and none were good. Her jaded thoughts were interrupted by a scorching pain radiating from her stomach. She doubled over a cold sweat quickly spread over her, soaking the tattered rags she wore. Her sharp golden eyes quickly searched for a source to feed from.
'thereā¦'
Just north of her mountain was a small raggedy looking town.
'that should sustain me for a time'
She threw herself off the ledge, the wind whistled past her ears, but not a sound escaped her red cracked lips. She knew the fall would not kill her, nothing could.
TBC
AN: Did the witch ever say why she wanted to put the OZ into complete darkness? Just wanted to know if there was a reason 'cus this story is sort of based on that question/answer.
