A.N. I M ALIVE! Thank you for bearing with me. The computer at home has decided its not playing and packed up so I have been without a computer for the last year or so and that's why there has been no updates and I am using my brothers computer to put this up.
Also, I have started my GCSE's so yet again there will be lack of updates in this coming years or two so please, please do stay with me.
As a final note, thank you to everyone who has reviewed this and my other story and for bearing with me. You're absolute stars!
Just a note of warning in this chapter, it might seem a little graphic and there's some slight violence within it so please do be warned.
Disclaimer: I do not own Flint the Time Detective or any of the characters. I don't own anything that seems to mirror Cardcaptors or Card Captor Sakura, depending by what you know it by. I also use strong references to the Divination used in Harry Potter by J.K. Rowling. Naturally, I don't own that. Recommend the books though. I do own, however, any O/Cs you may come across and anything else that is unfamiliar to you lot.
ON WITH THE STORY! YA-HOO!
Vealin scowled and yelled for them to push forward.
A Night suddenly launched itself at Vealin. As he fought it off, all around him he saw death and destruction. As he broke the Nights neck cleanly in half, Vealin pushed his way forward despite the fatigue cling to him like limpets. He despatched every Night foolish enough to get in his way until he was fighting back to back with a young female Day vampire.
"LeAnne," Vealin huffed, "you have to leave."
"No Vealin," she cried over the yells of all the Nights she was felling.
"LeAnne," he pleaded, "If you won't do it for me, then do it for the child!"
"Merlocks got her."
Vealin looked sharply at her over his shoulder. "He should be here!"
"She will be safe!"
"NO LEANNE! Find them and go! Flee with the child. The future of our kinsmen depends on her! Send Merlock here!"
"But-!"
"No buts! NOW GO!"
Knowing arguing probably wasn't the best tactic to adopt, she ran for the Day's campsite.
Even at full speed, it seemed to take an age for her to find Merlock. When she did find him, she found him sleeping in the rare moment of peace he had which seemed kind of lacking for them. He awoke as she stepped silently in. both glanced over at the sleeping form of a small child who continued sleeping.
"Merlock," she whispered, breathlessly, "Vealin needs you at the battle."
There was cry from outside! The battle had turned
Rushing to the tent flap, both saw that the battle had become precariously close to the camp.
Ducking quickly inside, he carefully picked up the small child and headed back. He passed her to LeAnne and said, "come on."
Hurrying to the edge of the camp, Merlock opened a portal. "Take her and GO!" he cried, turning but it was in vain.
The Nights had ambushed LeAnne and the child had fell from her arms.
As he deliberated what to do, a Night reached forward for the child. Merlock slammed the Night away and grabbed the child. A scream erupted from behind and as he turned to look, a Night bit LeAnne.
"RAISE HER!" he heard her scream.
Merlock turned and raced through the portal closing it behind him.
Simba awoke with a start. Tears ran down her face and she felt a searing emotional pain within her.
"Dad," she whimpered. Feeling the tears resurfacing, she slipped out of the dormitory downstairs and into the common room. She sat on the mat placed in front of the dying fire embers.
Since returning to school, she had not had much time to dwell on her dream in the summer having been faced with extremely important exams the following summer.
But this vision had shaken her to her core and she did not know what to do, whom to talk to or even if it was a vision of the future. It all seemed real, familiar and as if she had seen all of this before, actually experienced it.
Her tears ran down and dripped off her face.
"Simba?" whispered a voice from behind.
Snapping her head around, she saw one of her best friends behind her with a light globe hovering near-by.
"Dear Lord," Joseph grasped. Never before had Joseph seen Simba cry. Rushing forward, Joseph held Simba in a massive hug. She could feel Simba shuddering next her and her wet tears staining the front of her night clothing.
Right now, all Simba wanted was to be beside her best friends and to know her father was okay.
A.N. You hurt the one you love the most. I actually cried writing this one! R&R