Author's Note: I'm sorry I haven't updated in a bit. I was a little unsure how to write this scene, but I believe I have finally uncovered how to do it. Enjoy! Disclaimer: I do not own Lord of the Dance (though I wish I did).

Feet of Flames

Warriors

Farther north, a lone figure strode into a clearing. He was dressed in full battle garb. His clothes were royal purple with silver accents. The shoulder guards were plated with silver, as was the dark symbol on his chest. A mask hid the top half of his face, along with his hair. The mask was silver, but it was shaped to resemble an evil creature's skull. Gauntlets armored his forearms, and he walked confidently along with his master, Laochra. His name was Don Dorcha, the Dark Lord.

"Your skills are growing, my student," Laochra praised. Dorcha smirked by way of response.

"Of course, Master. My magic rivals that of the Lord of the Dance himself. Soon, I will have enough power to overthrow him," he chuckled.

Laochra glared and reprimanded, "I know that is what I have trained you for, but do not underestimate him. Remember, Ceol was not crowned Lord of the Dance."

Rolling his eyes, Dorcha replied, "Yes, my master. Now, if you will assist me, I must summon the troops to drill them." Nodding, Laochra rosined up his bow and began the dark song dubbed as "Warriors".

Dorcha's clearing immediately changed from grass to stone as he began the special dance to call his soldiers. His feet whirled all over the place in a complicated dance maneuver. Dorcha lowered his arms and raised them, beckoning to his troops to file into the glade.

They filed into three straight lines and began their Warriors drill. Dorcha was the perfect example of a general. He gave orders and directed them with perfect precision. They followed his every command instantaneously and without question.

At the end of the drill, Dorcha raised his arms, signaling Laochra to increase the tempo. Each time they completed their maneuvers, Dorcha signaled for the music to go faster until sparks flew from their feet on the stone.

When the Dance was completed, the Dark Lord marched out of the clearing with his men. The last man, however, felt someone roughly kick him from behind. Whirling, he was shocked to discover Síochána standing behind him. Snarling, he chased her out of the clearing before running to rejoin his column.

"Excellent work, men. Dismissed!" Dorcha called. He was about to return to his dwelling when he caught sight of a red glimmer in the trees. Curious as to what it was, he followed the sparkle to another, much smaller glade. What he saw made his jaw drop with awe.