This is my first Tamora story. I want to let you know that if you see the name Star in this chapter mentally change it to Wren. I realized there were going to be 2 stars I changed it. Thanks
Disclaimer: I don't own Tortall or the teen titans or code Lyoko. Wah
"Bye guys," said Wren turning to face her friends "I'll be back soon or else I'll send for you." The violet-eyed girl with hair to match walked a few paces ahead of her friends, turned back, waved and said "Azarath Metrion Zinthos," and was gone.
When she appeared she was in a forest… in Tortall. The girl had grown up in the US and was a superhero there, but she loved to travel; mainly, to the fantasy dimensions that only existed in books and on TV. She decided she needed a vacation and here she was. At least she thought. She had on a dark blue cape and a black leotard. She had blue slippers and red clasps on her cloak and wrists.
First things first, she thought, where in Tortall am I? She decided to ask the nearest creature: a raven. "Hello," Wren said calmly as she walked up to it. "Will you be so kind as to tell me the two-legger name for the nearest two-legger city?" she asked coolly. Surprising to anyone who could have heard it said
"Corus."
"Thank you my kind lady. Would you like to accompany me?"
"Yes," said the bird, this time in her mind. "Two-leggers are interesting. My name is Nightstreak."
"Okay Nightstreak, lets go." The bird led her out of the woods with ease. She was shocked to find out that this was the royal forest. She was at the castle. Slowly she retreated.
"What is it?" asked the raven "we are here."
"I don't want to be at the palace. I want to be in town. Can you take me there? I'll follow you as you fly; I can fly too"
"You're a wing-sister?"
"Something of the sort. I'll stay invisible while you lead me okay?"
"Yes," Nightstreak replied and Wren turned invisible.
"Thank you very much," she said as they took off. Flying was much quicker then walking and they were above the town in a few minutes. Wren had just touched down in an unoccupied ally when she saw three children breakout off their mother's hold and run toward a progress of horses that appeared to contain Jon, Thayet, Diane, Numair, Alanna a squad of the Kings own and a few others. The children ran straight into the road, startling the horses. They reared and the children were about to be crushed and several riders injured by the bucking mounts. Why do I have to be so kind she thought as she ran forward, towards the soon to be accident. Here goes nothing "Azar Nearium Timus Stup Zinthos!" she yelled running out in the street. The horses froze where they were in mid-leaps and in the progress of rearing after being spooked. Wren reached the terrified children and hoisted the smallest up onto her hip like a nursemaid. Grabbing the other twos' hands she walked them back to their hysteric mother scolding them along the way. "How dare you run into the street, you should know better. You could have been killed. You probably gave your poor mother a heart-attack." All eyes were on her as she returned the children to their relieved mother.
"Thank-you lady thank-you. You saved my babies."
"Your welcome," Wren replied turning to face the horses she said "Relesumana Metrion Azara." The horses started to move again, still panicking. "Calm," she ordered. They obeyed. "One would think you've never seen a child in your life," turning to the riders she added, "Unless you wish to speak to me I shall be going."
"Yes I would," said the king, "WE will fetch you a horse and you will accompany me to the palace. Once there I would like to speak to you about this manner. Commander, a horse."
"That will not be necessary."
"What?"
"I will walk I am content with that. I will keep up, but please keep this short; I still have an inn to find and I feel it will be a lot more difficult to do so now."
"You many stay at the palace." Thayet offered
"Thank-you"
"Your welcome. Let's get going Jon."
"Very well. Move out."
They made their way to the palace in silence. When they arrived servants came for the horses and everyone followed Jon to his study. When they arrived Jon got rid of the servants and spelled the room against eve- droppers while every one but Wren sat down. She instead sat levitating three feet in the air in her meditation, lotus position. With a sigh the king started to speak, "Who are you?" he asked
"Wren Azar," she replied.
"Where are you from?"
"Why should I tell you, you shan't never believe me."
"Try us" said a new voice, Numair's.
"Fine. I am from the United States of America as well as I have a deep connection to Azarath. I doubt you've ever heard of either place," she said cheekily.
'That's because it doesn't exist," added the lioness "where are you from?"
"Oh no. It very much exists, just not on this world, in this realm, however you would like to explain it." She looked at their faces, "No I am not insane. I am from my own realm with my own people just as you and the gods are. I will not sit here and try to explain this to you. If you must watch till your hearts content." Using her powers she spelled a wall so it worked as a screen to show them the answer to their questions, within reason. "I will remain here if you wish but please attempt to be quiet," closing her eyes she tried to mediate. "Azarath Metrion Zinthos. Azarath Metrion Zinthos. Azarath Metrion Zinthos. Azarath…" she paused and opened one eye. "You're not going to stop looking at me are you? Don't answer that it was rhetorical. Look I said I am on vacation. If you don't want me to stay I shall leave and find another place to relax."
"You don't have to leave," said Thayet breaking the silence. "We've just never seen power the likes of you before."
"The way you fly shocks me," added Numair, "Most mages, even powerful ones can't fly or remain airborne for long without shape changing or zapping a lot of strength. Right now you are doing it with ease."
"Yes I remember that from something I read in The Woman Who Rides Like a Man. By the way I have something I believe will interest you greatly." She held out her hand in front of her and said "Azarath Metrion Zinthos," and out of nowhere came her trunk. She opened it and pulled out copies of all Tamora Pierces Tortall books. She set them on Jon's desk and sorted them into quartets. Taking the first pile, Song of the Lioness, she handed them to Alanna saying, "These are your books. I highly advise against letting anyone read them until you do yourself. They describe your life from the time your 10 to the time George proposes to you when you're in the desert with the Bazir, in extreme detail." Turning to Diane she said "And this is your stories. You and some of Numair's, but as I did with Alanna I warn you not to let any one read them until you do so yourself. It goes from the time you meet Onua to when you find Numair after your return to the mortal realms.
"I also have the stories of Keladry and Aly. I have a question how long has the Scanran war been over, if it is?"
"A year just about. If I may ask why that would be important?" asked the king.
"Because, if it weren't and I had given you the books before the event happened then I would mess up the space time continuum…" they were all staring at her.
"That is why you do not belong here and why we are sending you home!" interrupted a loud commanding and all-powerful voice. There was a loud crack slash boom accompanied by a bright light. It faded to reveal the gods Mithros, Goddess, Kyrpioth, Graveyard Hag, Gainiel, and the Black God. Everyone in the room dropped to their knees in respect except Star. She did the opposite. She stood up and walked over to them.
"What are you doing here?" she demanded "What do you want!"
"We want you off our lands and realm," replied Mithros, voice full of hate. "You do not belong meddling in our mortals lives."
"That's it? Well let me tell you something, I don't care. I just came here on vacation. I save some kids and everyone's out to get me to leave or something. Too bad not happening." The Tortall people, completely forgotten, were shocked; no one spoke to the gods like that.
"You may be strong but you are only mortal," said Goddess icily. Alanna shivered, her patron had a mean streak.
"You have me there and you don't. So what are you gonna do? Fight me, tie me up and send me home?"
"More or less," replied Kyrpioth, examining one of his many rings.
"Very well. But allow me to warn you that if you lose your followers will question your power. They will leave you for fear you aren't the powerful beings you once were."
"You will not beat us," said someone.
"Fine I will fight you. And this time I won't lose." As if on clue the gods teleported Star and the others in the room outside. The Tortallans fell in a pile as Wren and the gods flew toward the sky for battle.
"Well mortal you said you wanted to fight lets fight and no friends are here to help," said Mithros. All the gods sent a lightning bolt of their power at her that she easily dodged. Star spun around to face them once more.
"Gladly. I don't need my friends. Azarath Metrion Zinthos!" a black beam of fire erupted from her and flew toward the gods. They effortlessly deflected it. What they weren't expecting was an attack from the elements from all sides. A blow of hardened air hit from above. The ground below them rose up as a wall of fire and one of water hit them from the sides. The gods all disappeared to reappear in a circle around her.
"Girle, give up ya ain't gonna win. Give up," ordered the Graveyard Hag.
"No you must learn to respect me. You didn't last time and now you will. Necreum Hasbarix Mortix." A bright transparent beam of black energy erupted from her hands, eyes and mouth. –By now a large audience had gathered, almost everyone from Corus who could go was there.- The beams surrounded the gods and separated them from each other. "You should know it isn't fair to gang up on a mortal, that is what you call me. So here's how it's gonna work, you're going to battle me one by one and then as you lose you will return to the divine realms and not bother me again unless I want or need you. Got it? Good, Mithros you're first." The god of the sun and war approached her, as he did flames started to erupt on his body. At the same time Wren prepared a spell in her mind.
"Mithros, do you really think that will really work on me again?"
"Why shan't it, you can't hold fire"
Wren smirked and warned, "Those who play with fire get burned." Oh god, I hope this works, she thought. Then she said aloud the last of the spell "motasas bes!"
A beam of light flashed around Mithros and he started screaming. "You bitch. How did you turn it against me!" he finished as he turned of his power.
"Easily actually. I found a spell in a scroll I discovered in my travels. It temporarily destroys any ones ability to resist flame." She closed her eyes a moment and called up fire in her hands. Once she had a large amount; it took her 3 seconds to do this; she flung it at Mithros. He caught on fire and disappeared.
"I warned you. Goddess your turn. You owe me a boon but I will save that in any case. So come forth. I have already beaten your brother."
"So therefore you have been weakened by it and shall surcome to my will."
"Nope that battle made me stronger. I have powers I did not when we first fought."
"Insolent child! You are the one that should respect me. I am the Mother; in my charge are all women and children. I am the one who's to control YOU!" she spat
"Oh well, give me your best shot." A bolt of lightning went directly at Star. She did a back flip in mid-air and dodged it. "Too slow," she taunted. A series of bolts came at her from many angles. Star spun in a circle and all of the bolts went back at the goddess, with ten-fold power. Goddess, not expecting it, fell, when hit, to the ground. "Gainiel god of dreams, you are next."
The god chosen stepped in front of her and raised his hands. Images of terror went through Wren's mind. Every fear and nightmare she had ever had. "No," she moaned "no, not this. Not him, it…" was that fear, true fear in her voice, thought Diane and the other. "I beat Trigon. He is gone. Slade shall be dealt with. And you shall leave me alone!" A bolt of raw magic shot at Gainel; it was stronger then imaginable and he disappeared before he hit the ground.
The Black God glided of to her and placed his hand on her shoulder, calming her with his magic. "Black God, thank you. We have a truce of eons. There is no fight here. I respect you the same as you me. Good-bye." He nodded and vanished. "You as well Shakith, and I thank you for all you've done for me."
Her fierce demeanor was back, "Trickster Kyrpioth, come and battle!"
"Yes my dear, and I have a trick for you," he said calmly walking forward. "You said it was unfair to 'gang up' but you never said tricksters can't trick together!" At this Kyrpioth shot lightning at her from the front and the Hag from the back. Star dodged it and the beams reflected off each other.
"I too have a trick," Star turned invisible and flew toward the Hag. Using her powers she temporarily possessed the hag; taking her powers, body, and mind.
"Where did she go!" yelled Kyrpioth, turning around in circles, searching. When his back was to her she took all of the Graveyard Hag's strength and fired it at Kyrpioth. He and the Hag, having no strength left, started to fall as Wren released the Hag.
"You lose. I win. I have beaten all of you I need to beat and now you are starting to know the extent of my power. Stay in the divine realms and bother me no more. Take care of your mortal children. I will call on you one day and then I shall know where you're loyalties lie." She appeared to be talking to herself until everyone below heard a chorus of:
"Yes, Mistress."
"Good." Wren slowly flew downwards and landed near the King and others from the office with hundreds of people staring at her. I can't imagine what I look like, she thought, my cloak in tatters, I'm sweaty and my hair is a mess. After a few moments of awkward silence she called, "Go home, all of you. I'll be here a while," turning to Jon she added, "I'd like to be shown to my rooms now. I am slightly tired and would appreciate a bath before the evening activities and the summoning of my friends. Well get on with it!" she yelled when they did nothing. "I apologize for yelling but I am annoyed with your gods and I have quite a temper. Gaineil didn't help either he… Never mind. We'll go to your office and talk, Jon. Azarath Metrion Zinthos," a disk of Wren's black fire lifted them up and took them into the palace leaving behind some very shocked spectators.
Once inside everyone sat in silence until Wren spoke. "Very well. Now you have seen me fight and are in shock. I know Numair and the rest of you have many questions but Numair should go first because otherwise his head might explode. Numair?"
Numair started to try to speak but he talked so fast no one could understand and started choking on his own words. Diane got up and slapped his back to stop it. Once he recovered he said, "How in the name of all the gods did you do that?" in an awestruck voice.
"A year ago I discovered my powers and have been trying to master them all. A few months ago, after- well after I finished, er, my training, your gods came after me. We fought and I lost but my friends defeated the remaining gods. I came to this realm on vacation. They found out and wanted revenge on a field where my friends couldn't help me. They didn't know that my powers have grown tremendously since our last encounter. You know the rest." The reply was a collective
"Whoa," from the group.
"Now what el…" she started before she was interrupted by the watch man shouting it was six o'clock. "Never mind then. I believe there is a ball or party or such tonight that you all need attend, thus prepare for." Noticing their stares she added, "I heard some people speaking of it today. And also I was wondering if I could have the privilege to attend. It would be great to learn some of your customs and meet some of you people."
"That would be wonderful but you lack a gown and people might react in an… undesired manner if, no when they recognize you from the battle; you are easy to distinguish," responded Thayet.
"No worries, Queen Thayet. Azar Dresculum Culur Metrion Zinthos." A bright circle of light appeared over her head and slowly fell over Wren's form. The parts of her body that it had already passed over weren't the same as they were before. When it finally disappeared she looked totally different. She had dirty-blonde hair and crystal blue eyes, instead of the matching violet. Her grayish skin was now a light tan. Her hair was pulled up into a bun that surrounded her head. In place of the leotard and cloak she had on a beautiful blue gown with very skinny shoulder straps. From shoulders to hips it was form fitting and from there it flowed out.
"How's this?" asked Wren, spinning around. "I highly doubt anyone will recognize me now."
"Very well, I suppose. Not even I could tell that you are… well you" said Jon, "Alright, let's get ready and meet back here in an hour."
"More like five because of Numair's hair," retorted Alanna.
"I have a quicker way, Lashi." Numair's hair sprang into a perfect horsetail. "There pretty-boy, hairs done, and it'll stay that way for hours. Now go get dressed," obeying Wren's order he left.
"Wow, Numair usually is dreadfully stubborn," commented Diane.
"I think he is still getting over the shock of my powers. He spent his life forming spells and learning the boundaries of the Gift and Wild magic, I just flipped it all upside down," Wren explained as the rest walked out of the office. Pulling a book out of thin air and started to read.
R&R please tell me what you think and if I should continue. Thanks!
