Hello, all you beautiful fanfiction'ers! This is, in fact, the second installment of our lovely story. I left you guys a sort'a a stanstill, huh? Dark things are going on, and from the looks of it, these new 'enemies' aren't going to give up on anything.
DISCLAIMER: I do not, in any way, own the Secret Saturdays, or any copyright names connected to this show. The show belongs to Jay Stephens. I also do not own the name Onyxia, Blizzard Entertainment, (more specifically World of Warcraft) does.
As the rain poured heavily on the parched lands of the barren desert, an unnatural, cold feeling settled within the winds. Dark, low clouds seemed to be permanently hanging low in the sky, giving unending dark, cold, and rain. The survivors of the attack on the Hassi tribe had escaped to wherever they could to keep from becoming slaves. Their once-beloved village had become a dark empire over the last few days, the blood of the many unfortunate villagers still leaving marks in the muddy sand like scars; Ugly reminders of the past.
A rather young woman was sitting in an odd throne of sorts. The throne was obviously hastily made, out of rubble and wrecks from the pillaging the Legion had done. The woman was a truly haunting sight. Dressed in tattered gowns of black, her already-pale skin seemed to be whiter than a pearl that had been freshly cleaned off. Her hands were grotesque, scaly claws that resembled a dragon's disgustingly horrifying 'paws'. (If they can even be called that…) Long black talons that seemed capable of ripping through metal jutted out of each scaly reddish-black finger. Her feet were just as bad. They were long, paw-like feet that had that same design of the reddish-black scales that decorated her hands. Out of each toe, a shorter, yet thicker claw peaked out. The ripped black gown the woman was wearing revealed much of her legs. They were scaly and long, the knees somewhat backwards. (Like a goat's.) And though the woman's legs were long, they were far from graceful. The legs were bulging with muscle, and had many abysses rooted within the scaly hide. Her face was human, and almost beauteous, if it weren't for the large, thick red stripes of blood painted on her cheeks like war-paint. Her hair was wavy and black, but obviously gnatted and tangled underneath one small layer of neatness. Perched atop her head was a crown of human bones, and clutched in her left claw, was a long staff of black-coated ivory. But the worst part was her eyes. Her eyes were deep red, and slitted like a snake's. There seemed to be a look of fire in her eyes as she glared about, most likely sending chills into the poor birds' spines.
A small, scrawny boy, who had many snake-like features, ran up the muddy sand dune. He was about the height of a 13-year-old boy, and had a weak stature to him. His talons on his hands and feet were extremely small compared to the woman on the throne's, and his eyes never portrayed cruelty or fire, but they remarkably displayed fear. "O-o-onyxia… I bring n-news." The poor boy stuttered out, kneeling in front of the woman. "What kind of news?" Onyxia hissed. (And I literally mean hissed.) The young boy, who could not bring himself to speak, tried his best to avoid the woman's gaze. "WHAT KIND OF NEWS?" the woman snarled, grabbing the scruff of the boy's neck. "I- b-bring news of most u-u-uncertainty, Your Highness…" the little one squeaked out weakly. Onyxia set the boy down and released his neck. She sniffed the new blood on her talons, and shuddered. "Tell me the news, Kidra, but do not squeak. We are not mice, you simpleton!" she spat at him violently. Kidra kneeled down humbly once more, wincing as he lowered his now-wounded neck. "Someone has escaped, m-miss… Someone v-very important to th-the Hassi…" A sparkle of interest glittered in the Queen's cruel eyes. "Go on." The boy resumed his news by saying, "And she has fled to someone." Onyxia raised a thin brow. "And this is concerning to me, how?"
"B-because, miss, the one whom the girl has fled to is very important…. Th-the boy w-was the last known h-host of Kur…" The Queen seemed suddenly engaged in the conversation. "Kur?! Who was this boy? Do you know of his name?" Kidra nodded slowly. "The boy's name is Zak Saturday. His current location is unknown, but his home is s-said to be somewhere i-in the center of South A-america…." The Queen closed her eyes, lifting her head slowly to the air. She took in a deep breath, and lowered her head. When her slitted eyes flittered back open, bloodlust was the emotion rooted in them. The queen rose from her seat, but Kidra put his hands out. "Wait, miss! I forgot to say that the boy may not b-" Too late. The Queen bared her fangs in a cruelly evil way, and bellowed, "PEOPLE OF THE LEGION! OUR SEARCH FOR KUR IS SOON TO END! WE KNOW NOW WHO THE BEARER OF THE CURSE IS, AND WE WILL DESTROY HIM AND ALLWHO GET IN OUR WAY! PREPARE FOR BLOODLUST AND WAR!" The others of the Legion raised their spears, letting out war-cries. These creatures were ready for bloodshed.
A/N: Sorry for such a short chapter! I wrote this at like 1 AM, and apparently inspiration melts away when you sleep. But I tried my best to move the story forward quickly, yet not smush the story by being too quick. I do realize there are a few grammatical errors –Amateur here- So please point them out NICELY. So anyways, I have questions that you can answer in a review: 1. What should be the genre of the next chapter: Adventure, Romance, Humor, or more Onyxia war-preps? is the next obstacle going to be? I know what it is, but I want to see what you guys think.
See you next chaper! ~Seruliaa