This is my latest idea, for a fanfiction. just so you know kiara, China whichever of you happens to be reading this rough very rough draft. We are once again present however much more subtly. Our charictors look nothing like us, (clue number one were all white!) none of us are sissters infact the only simularities between our charictors and ourselves is perhaps some of our hobbies so try ang guess who's who. Cheers
The Sword of The Pheonix
PROLOUG
Nicoli Tomas, brushed his hair away from his eyes, even though it was so windy that he wonderd why he botherd. Some would wonder why he was trudging up a mountin range in the middel of the night, well he hadnt had a vison for months. He susspectd Mariela was poising him, it would explain why he was dieing. Nicoli was the last in the Purest line of Seers, it was his father before him that had unwitingly given Voldemort the weapon that would give him absolute Victory. But befor he could construct it he'd been defeated by one small baby boy. Funny that his fathers son would recive the Vison that would ensure Harry his victory. He had to give dumbledoor the message.
Nicoli Coughed heavly his chest heaving. He felt splitting pain, as if something was burning his chest inside out. "almost there... come on" He mutterd to himself, Panting for air and strianing he crested a sheer inline and reached what looked like a shlef sticking out of the mountin. It was at least to kilmetors wide and was heavly wooded. He dropped ontop his back gasping for air. His pack carring the exact details to his vison and what they ment, fell to the ground beside him. His life force seemd to be leaking into the snow he lay on. He was dieing to quickly, he'd realized it days ago, so he'd chaged cours heading for his last hope
"Fineras!", His vioce was so week and horse he barly recognized it. It was in no way loud enough for her to hear. He groand in frustration. His Chest burnd hotter then ever and his body began to shake in spasems his mouth biting back the pain to keep fom screamingg. FINERAS! HIs heart seemd to burts with the inwar cry and as the Small forest around him burst into life; a birds song crested on the air. As if touched by aprouching heat, the snow around him began to melt. The song was the most beatiful and welcome, thing Nicoli had ever heard. It was the call of The Pheonix. He Watcherd her approuch her wing spand reacing 10 ft and scarlet as fire. a golden regal beak glitterd in the early evening glow. Fineras was queen of this forest, a Forest that dripped magic much like herself. she was wild and Untamed, and she only answerd to one.
He watched as she cirled slowly, each ring bringing her lower till she landed on his chest. her talons gripped in a delicate balance so as not to peirsce his skin. She shifted slightly as if her Talons burnd. Her great wings flutterd in almost disgruntled concern. when the heat was top much she let go to land reast on an upraisd tree root. An earthy scratchy noise, much like that of talons grating on stone, emited from her throat. he gave a weak smile. "Yeah i'm dieing Fi," what he had wanted to say was interupted by another fit as his chest seemd to want to propel itself from his body. Blood began to trickel out of his mouth. "i think i've faild Fi, I cant make it to the top I..." He broke off into wretched coughing. Fineras let off a morunfull wail. Nicoli shook hi head fearsly the grimest smile on his face.
"isnt it funny Fi...father died delivering his vison... to Voldemort. And i'll die delivering mine to dumbledoor...at least i was supposed to..." Nicoli, shudderd as finnaly his chest stopped burning. A cool sensation replaced it, but was in no terms a relief. It felt as if icesycles droped from the mountin top were pounig ito his body and melting in the process. "Fi... Take this... Dumbledoor" He gesturd weakly to his pack lying at his feet. In any normal circumstanc Fineras Queen of the Heroji Mountin range, would have been supremly insulted to be treated like a commen postage owl. and knowing her temper she might have scratched out the fools eyes. But as Nicoli's eyes began to glass, and his body stiffing with death the last memorie he had was of Fineras the mighty bowing to him in death. the last thing he heard was he great wings take flight and the most mournfull crying shattering the dusk