Relief – A Secrets of the Immortal Nicholas Flamel Fanfiction
A/N: Found this in my notebook. Meant to publish it some time ago, but got distracted… Enjoy!
Joan pushed the gas pedal down even harder, blaring her horn as the car careened down the sidewalk, breaking every traffic law in existence. If someone had told her two days ago that the Nidhogg would capture the Shadow and rampage through the streets of Paris with Scathach unconscious and defenceless in her arms, she would have laughed and told them to get a few air holes drilled into their skull. Which goes to show how unpredictable the future is.
Joan's friendship with the Warrior Maid dated back to the 1400s. It was Scathach who taught her how to fight, and it was Scathach who rescued her from the stake in 1431. Grievously injured, with her aura completely depleted, Joan had admitted defeat. Tied to the stake, kindling scattered around her and the flames already licking up her foot, she consigned herself to her imminent death and prepared herself to die with dignity. Every pair of eyes in the crowd were on her, every face devoid of sympathy, leering and even spitting at her. That was when a fierce and familiar war cry sounded in the back of the masses, causing a ripple of fear and movement in the spectators, the most beautiful sound she ever heard. The relief that hit her was overwhelming. Scathach, furious and deadly on her horse, he armour stained by blood that was not her own, twin swords a lethal blur in her hands, hacked and slashed with a certain ferocious elegance through the crowd. Joan's guards, hundreds of them, panicked and fled, for who could withstand the might of the Shadow?
When Scatty offered Nicholas her blood, she saved Joan a second time. Scatty not only gave her another chance at life, she gave Joan the gift of immortality. It brought the two friends closer than ever together. They became sisters, even in blood.
The Maid of New Orleans had known the Shadow longer than any human, longer than even the Alchemist and the Sorceress. And over the years since she had befriended Scathach, never once had she seen the Shadow defenceless and vulnerable. Until now.
Stomping on the brakes and throwing them all forward, Joan jumped out of the car. They were by the river, and she could see Scatty with her awakened vision in the Nidhogg's grip further downstream. All that stood between them was a Valkyrie. He anger lent her strength, and her aura flared silver, hardening into glowing armour. Stepping up, she parried the Valkyrie's blow with a resounding clang.
So short... oh well. Please review!