"And whoever shall cut the blossom, at the moment when it opens fully from the bud, shall turn events and have the right to command the Old Magic and the Wild Magic, to drive all rival powers out of the world and out of time."

Uh, Hi! Mike here! This is my first 'lil DiR fic. Hope you like it. Its about the truth behind the Old and Wild magic. I'll prolly add to it, because its obviously not much of anything now ^_^;

Disclaimer: Susan Cooper owns the characters from the books. Traci and Alana belong to themselves, I just threw them in here because it seems appropriate. And just as I hope Susan Cooper will not sue any of us, I hope Traci and Alana dont sue me. ^^; Anyway!

A/N: Italics are direct quotes from Silver on the Tree.

...And Bran, free now to use both arms, swung the glittering blade of the sword Eirias at the green mistletoe within the oak, and cut the stars of bright blossom from the tree. As the spray parted Merriman turned, tall and triumphant, and caught the blossom before it fell; he swept round, blue cloak billowing, and in a swift breathtaking movement flung it up into the sky. And the mistletoe blossom changed in that instant into a white bird, and the bird flew up into the sky...

From the patch of open sky in a world of clouds that the bird had flown into a beam of light shot down. The patch poured down its light, and as the light gathered it began to take shape..
First, it materialized into a miniscule creature, tiny in stature but not in power, as Merriman could sense. He kept his eyes locked onto the small, half bug, half bird type mutant-but it was only a few seconds before it changed into something else- this time a large purple beetle with long, spindly legs.
*FLASH!* It changed again, into a yellow, striped rat. *FLASH!* Again and again, like a faulty hologram, until it was changing so quickly it looked like patches of color on a quilt.
Like a slot machine, it began slowing down, until it was hardly moving at all, choosing it's form. It came to rest on nothing but a boy, be it one who looked almost identical to Will Stanton. As he lifted his head Will could see that he was a few years older-at least, this representation of him. Just one thing was different.
A peice of metal had been fixed over his right eye. In the center of the metal was a diamond shaped hole for him to see out of, and the boy's right eye was red as a center of a volcano. But his other eye was completley filled in with blue, an ocean to contrast with the destructive magma.
The boy looked at the Dark, or so it seemed from his filled in eyes. Will couldn't tell where he was looking. It seemed like his full eye had paint poured into it. The boy continued staring in the direction of the Riders, one eye warm and one eye cold.
There was another flash of bright, searing light. Will blinked and attempted to see what had happened through the glare of the light imprinted on his eyes. Behind the boy, amassed, was a great army of creatures. Among them were two girls, which Jane recognised with a shock as the two michevious girls from Trewissick. However, on their right eye was the now familiar metal, but one of the girls had two red eyes and one had two blue.
The entire army wore the metal on their right eye. Will noticed the intricate patterns carved into the metal and sighed. Imprited onto it were a link of six circles, quarted with a cross. Below this, in flowy writing, the words 'Hisame Ko Issun'. And to the right, a word that looked like 'Erised'.
The boy at the front drew a sword from a scabbard at his side and waved it over his head. The entire army, with one fluid motion, drew weapons of their choice. One of the girls brandished a flaming torch, seemingly still michevious in their almost android-like state.
A wave of energy and a blast of power surged forward, and the mass of fluid people skimmed up and at the Riders. The Black Rider gave a roar of rage and frustration.
Each of the Signs held there in each of six hands blazed suddenly with cold light like fire, too bright for eyes to watch, and with two mingling voices crying out in fear and despair the great rearing figures of the Black Rider and the white Rider of the Dark fell backwards out of Time and disappeared. Just as the Signs burned away in their cold fire so did the army composed of the Wild and Old Magics. And all was quiet.

A/N: Yes, I know it's short, but its made to bring up questions and make people curious ^_~