The GIrl Who Loved Returns
A girl trudged her way through the snow, as a sub zero wind pelted her back. The Girl was very cold, although nowhere near death. Indeed, the Girl was warming herself up, second by second, with the knowledge that with every step she took, would bring her one step closer to her destination.
One step closer. Two steps closer. Three steps closer to all the people she needed to see.
It was funny, she thought. These men were feared throughout the Universe for ridding the world of the Great Old Ones, and yet...
Flower rubbed her left arm, deep in thought. Surely, surely, if she could meet these men, they could tell her if she was ready to fight Him again.
The Past three years had not treated the girl well. Flower's clothes were tattered and filthy. Her skin was battered and bruised, and the once beautiful child had now grown into an awkward, bitchy teenager.
However, the one thing Flower cared about was within in her reach, and these things meant little to her now. Just a little bit further, and everything would be alright.
Flower shivered as she looked through the blizzard, trying to make out any sort of building. But the snow was so thick, nothing could be seen for more then a few yards.
just a little bit further she thought to herself. Just a little bit further, and then you can get yourself warm, have a nice dinner, maybe meet a nice guy. And sleep with...
Sleep. That was all Flower wanted. All she wanted to do was curl up and pass out. Warmth would come then, surely.
Sure, sleeping out in the cold was probably a bad idea, but Flower would cross that bridge when she came across it. As she fell to the ground, the thought crossed her mind that she could really use a guy to warm up her legs...
"Dammit, girl! Get up! Up!" Flower briefly recalled her lovely Aunt Petunia as she cracked her eyes open.
"Bro... leave me alone. I'm trying to take a nap."
"Flower, if you sleep here, you're going to die!" The Snow White Owl said, as she pecked Flower's up. "Up! Up!"
"Oh, hey Hedwig." Flower said sleepily. She yawned as she sat up. "It's been a while."
"Never mind that, now!" Hedwig said quickly. "If you don't keep moving, you're going to die!"
Hedwig took off and grabbed Flower's arms with her talons. She took to the air, lifting Flower on her feet before dropping her again. "There's a sort of community just a bit further. Follow me, and I'll lead you to it!"
"Stay low." Flower murmured as she took a few steps. "You're pure white. I can't see far."
As the girl staggered through the snow, the owl soared over her head, offering her friendly advice in a soft, motherly manner. If Flower fell over again, Hedwig did not think she could help her up.
Flower was strong, yes, but Hedwig had absolutely no idea how long she could last like this.
"This is boring." Flower complained, as she took another step. "It's so... cold... and nothing... to do..." She yawned, and her eyes drooped.
"Dammit, Flower!" Hedwig snapped as she dove down and smacked her across the head with her wing. "Stay awake!"
But Flower was too long gone. The force of Hedwig's blow had knocked her over, and she happily keeled over, and was quickly absorbed by the snow.
"Flower!" Hedwig said frantically, as she frantically flew circles around the spot where she had fallen. "Flower!"
But Flower did not poke her head out of the snow, with her feral smile and her playful banter.
And then an arrow pierced her wing. Hedwig screeched in alarm as she plummeted into the snow. Although Hedwig was in great pain, she knew that she was being hunted. she adjusted her body to hide the blood and make herself look like an ordinary clump of snow. She could not take off again when someone with a Bow and Arrows was running about.
As Hedwig did this, she could clearly see a figure coming in through the blizzard. Hedwig tried to still her beating heart, halfway convinced the hunter could hear it over the blizzard. The Hunter looked around, doubtless for his prey, and took several steps to Hedwig's location. Hedwig held her breath, trying to keep still, as the man stepped closer and closer.
He stopped. He looked down, and began digging through the snow. He reached down and brought out a hand. A Human hand. He then reached down and pulled out Flower, whose skin was turning blue. He adjusted his hold on her, and walked away.
Hedwig's inital panic turned to relief, and then to horror. There was no telling what that figure was, or who it was working for, or what it would do to Flower. Quickly, she hobbled to her feet, and took to the sky.
...
As Flower awoke, she found herself in a brightly lit room. As she adjusted herself, she realized that she was covered in blankets. She pushed the blankets to the side, and got to her feet. She looked over her body.
"Nothing's missing." She muttered, as she checked her fingers. One, two, three, four, five. She checked her other hand. One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Someone had taken off her shoes, and all of her toes were still attached to her foot. "Nice." Flower said aloud, as she twirled and bounced on one foot. "I'm as good as new."
Flower looked around the room, and wondered what had happened to Hedwig. Ah, well. She could take care of herself. Flower was more concerned about where she was at the moment. She spotted a door on the far side of the room, and she walked over to it, wondering what was on the other side.
"Eek!"
Flower instintively whirled, and tried to grab the sword on her hip. But it was not there. Figures.
Sitting in the corner, where Flower had neglected to look, sat a beauty of a teenage girl sitting in an a plush armchair. Her eyes were wide in horror.
"What the hell? What the hell are you doing here?" Flower snapped. In all of her three years training off planet, She had never, ever, ever, seen another human in all that time.
"I'm... here to watch over you." The girl stuttered. "Master ordered me too!"
"Well, you can tell your master I'm a big girl, and-" Flower stopped there, as she noticed the girl's ears. Pointed. "Son of a bitch." Flower swore. She turned on her heel and strutted off.
"Wait!" The girl exclaimed, as she got to her feet. "You can't go out there yet!"
Flower ignored her: Her status as an elf (Although, she was not deformed like her enslaved cousins) made her far inferior, and therefore, nothing she said could be trusted.
Flower wrenched the door open and found a hallway. She stepped outside smartly, slamming the door in the girl's face.
"Where the hell did Hedwig get to?" Flower wondered aloud. It had only just now occured to her that Hedwig must have spent some time searching for her amongst the stars. But why would she have done such a thing? If Voldemort had fallen before Flower had gotten a hold of him, she was going to be pissed.
She opened doors at random as she walked down the hall. Most were empty, but a couple had a few elves playing Mortal Kombat 2 on a old arcade machine. Fucking Elves.
Suddenly, a sharp noise began blaring, again, again, again, and again. Flower stood there in shock for a minute, before realizing that this was an alarm. What was the emergency?
Men began pouring out of doors on both ends of the hallway. Armed with nothing but their magic, they surrounded Flower.
"Hello." Flower said, trying to sound sultry. It came out rather raspy, however. Her body and mind may have been sharpened by years of training, but the 'no boys' rule Flower set for herself had not improved her seduction skills. Dammit.
"Any funny moves, Human, and we won't hesistate to hurt you." One of the men said.
"Oooh, how romantic." Flower snickered. "Anyway, Slave, you really shouldn't try to push me." Threats. Oh, how Flower loved to threaten people who tried to fuck with her...!
Murmers began to penetrate the crowd. Flower beamed. She must have gotten through to the beasts!
"Anyone who refers to the High Order of Elves, the last remaining beings in the Universe that understand the complete workings of all things, whether they be magical or mundane, as Slaves are no friends of ours."
Flower smirked. She spread her hands, and spoke her words of wisdom. "I see you are all operating under a delusion." She declared. "But whatever. I'm bored, and I think it's about time I headed on home. Do you guys have a spaceship?"
"Kill her." The elves said. The advanced forward, their hands brimming with magic, poised to kill.
"How rude!" Flower exclaimed. "This is so... ugh. I can't even get an honest answer around here." She disapparated back into the room where she had awoken, to find the girl from before standing in the doorway, watching the chaos.
"Hey, excuse me!" Flower said. The girl shrieked and turned around.
"How... did you...?"
"No time. Do you guys have a spaceship?" Flower asked. "I kind of need to get home, now."
"You can... teleport?" The girl asked. She seemed to be in shock.
"Yep. It's rather basic, kid." Flower said. "Answer the fucking question."
"Only... our greatest warrior can-"
"Wait, wait, wait." Flower said. "Who's that?"
"Ummm... She's only the most powerful being in the Universe right now." The girl said. Flower snickered. "What's so funny?"
"Nothing."
Flower apparated again, this time in excitement. Anyone who claimed to be 'the strongest in the Universe' was worth looking into, even though they almost certainly weren't that powerful.
As she looked down at the village from above, Flower adjusted her body to take the cold. She built up the power in her hand, and let loose. The Village exploded, and Flower laughed as millions upon millions of hapless elves perished.
Flower landed among the rubble and began looking through her handiwork. It was a very clean job. Destroying the remnants of a civilization while keeping the planet relatively unscarred was rather difficult.
Flower was so pleased with herself in fact, that she didn't notice the figure walking towards her as she patted herself on the back.
"You." She said. Flower turned on the spot, and came face to face with a elf over eight feet tall, who looked not at all happy.
"Hello." Flower said, brightly. "If anyone else survived, tell them that this came about because they were rude to their guest and a superior being. So I'll just-"
"You're going to die here." The elf said.
"No." Flower said firmly. "I'm really not."
"I am the product of several generations." She said. "The descendant of the greatest of all heroes, among the greatest of all races."
"Family doesn't mean shit." Flower said dismissively. "My parents suck, and look: I just destroyed an entire city."
"I am the most powerful being in the Universe." She proclaimed. "I feed off nothing but magic, and my magical core-"
Flower laughed. "I'm sorry, but no. Magical Core's are bullshit." Without taking a second thought, Flower blew her away.
She stood there, rather disappointed with her enemy gone, but she dismissed the thought. Flower had become stronger then ever, it seemed.
As Flower contemplated her place in the Universal rankings, a familiar voice croaked out: "Flower?"
"Hedwig!" Flower proclaimed, as her owl hovered over her. She dropped into Flower's arm.
"Ugh... I'm exhausted." Hedwig complained. "I've been flying around, waiting for you to wake up for days, and then when I take a quick nap, you wake up and trash the place."
"Sorry about that." Flower said dismissively. "Anyway, what did you want with me?"
"Why, to come back, of course!" Hedwig said.
"Of course." Flower said, nodding. "Ron's probably foaming at the mouth right about now... heh heh."
"No." Hedwig said. "Shut up, Flower. It's your brother who wants you."
Flower was understandably not very happy with this.
"WHAT THE HELL?" She shrieked. "WHAT DO YOU MEAN?"
"Not sexually, you twit." Hedwig said. "I meant, he wants you to come back and fight Voldemort."
"Ah." Flower said, as she nodded. "That makes sense." She pounded her fist. "I'm going to punch Quirell so hard in both of his faces!"
They set off towards Hedwig's ship, Flower chattering happily about what she was going to do to Voldemort and his cronies. Hedwig sighed. Times were tough, after all.