Rayne'd
by
Chaoseternus
Getting away from the sorcerers hadn't been easy, they seemed to want a chat with him, something about adding twenty new Unforgivable's to the statute books…
Okay, so he had pinched a few of the ideas of that marvellous Dungeon Keeper game, but still, he didn't think a simple illusion that made the Death Eaters see their comrades as hated enemies was that bad. Okay, the results were chaotic, but what did they truly expect from him?
And hell, they had all those nice chickens to serve the kids now, weren't they going to thank him for reducing their food bills?
Apparently not, which was why he was here, hiding out in Africa where there was little chance of anyone every finding… Urrk!
"Hi, you wouldn't happen to be Ethan Rayne would you?"
Amazing body, highly athletic, pistols strapped to each leg, skin-tight grey leotard and an aristocratic accent.
Oh Lord, it's her.
"Only there is this tomb I wish to raid and it happens to be protected by chaos magic…"
"Right," he replied, "other then getting your hand off my throat, whats in it for me?"
"Well," came the dry reply, "the Earth gets to keep turning for a few more years"
That's it, Rayne thought; I'm escaping to a different reality at the first opportunity.
Little Miss Tomb Raider gone, check.
Escape plan for when she figures out exactly who placed the shrinking spell on her underwear, checked, once twice and thrice.
Lighting spells check, survival and camping kit check, spare spell components, as well as food water and booze, checked. Reduction spell in order to fit the whole lot into his pocket, very checked and thank you sorcerers for confirming such a spell was possible.
One 'ring of the gods'… not checked.
In fact, very missing.
Just what did the USeless Air Force want with a dimensional portal anyway?
First attempt at escaping the Power That Be Complete Wankers failed, well, he could live with that, after all, just because one escape route had been blocked, didn't mean they were all gone did it.
Surely….
Rayne paused, if he had the Powers That Were Arseholes on his case, then yes, it was entirely possible that there was no escape for him.
Bugger, he was screwed wasn't he?
Still, all he could do was try, the alternative, becoming one of the 'Lights' whipping boys didn't sit that well at all.
Besides, he had managed to 'acquire' the wardrobe off the Pevensies, all he had to do was figure out how to 'open' it.
Gleefully grinning at his escape, Rayne stepped through the portal, almost laughing in delight as the first thing he saw was a trio of creatures that didn't exist on Earth, well, not as far as he was aware anyway.
All three of whom were gazing between him and the strange horn they were carrying in shocked amazed delight.
"So," Rayne asked cheerfully, "Nice horn"
The Dryad nodded dazed, and the Centaur gazed at him in awe and obvious agreement and the Dwarf, stuttering replied.
"That's the Horn of Queen Susan, it is said that whenever it is sounded, help of some kind will come," the Dwarf shook his head, "and here you are, welcome, chosen saviour of our Free Narnia"
Oh bugger was the only thought Rayne could manage in response to that.
