AN: This is my first fanfic…so please review and give constructive criticism! Don't forget to review! Please ignore poor grammar and spelling. Microsoft didn't tell me it was wrong!!!! Evil Microsoft word --
Note: THANK YOU TO ALL WHO DID REVIEW!!!!!! SPREAD THE WORD OF HOW MUCH MY STORY PWNS! Sorry I didn't post this weekend. I had my knee elevated with ice on it the whole damn weekend. It looks like I might need surgery on it...more updates on that later, but I'm in a lot of pain and discomfort and I'm getting busy with the end of semester coming up. So please be patience!
You all have noticed that I haven't deleted any of the reviews even the negative ones. My reason is that everyone has his or her own opinion, tastes and views. I honor those opinions. Freedom of Speech is something I hold dearly, so I leave all the reviews up.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of Stephenie Meyer's work…. If I did, then there would be a lot more blood, guts, swearing and gore!!!! YAY gore!!!! So it would be like what you are reading right now!!
-Thoughts, singing and Flashbacks are italics
- My comments during the story (( are in between here ))
- Bold at the beginning and end are Author Notes
A lot of this story is taken from Irish Mythology. The names of the characters are all Goddesses, Gods, Heroes and Heroines of the Celtic Mythology.
Ok I'm gonna shut up and let you read the chapter… ::takes a bow and walks off...aware I just showing my weird::
REFRESHER: We broke the kiss and I looked into Rowan's eyes lovingly.
"Take me, my king," I whispered.
He kissed me again. That night we died and were reborn many times in each other's arms.
Chapter Seven: Revenge of the Death Dancers Bella's PovWe woke to the sound of many birds chirping. It was a nice feeling to have my husband's warm arms wrapped around me.
"We should tell Scotia and Goibhniu about what happened last night," he whispered in my ear.
I closed my eyes and frowned. I didn't want relive last night so soon, but I nodded and sat up. We got dressed and hurried from our hut, to The Gatherer's hut. ((The Gatherer is one of the names used for the Leader of the Death Dancers))
"THEY MUST BE THROWN OUT OF ARAGDOR! THIS EDWARD PERSON HAS BROKEN SACRED LAW!" Scotia bellowed, her aura flaring with her anger. The flame of vengeance smoldered within her eyes.
Goibhniu nodded in agreement. "We're supposed to meet with them in a few minutes to give them our answer."
"We will have the council at the Well of Nightmares."
The Coldness in Scotia's voice was unusual. She was pissed and for her to pick the Well of Nightmares proved it. It you were thrown into that well, it would make illusions of your worst nightmare. To be deemed ready to partake in the test to become a Death Dancer or Death Demon, everyone had to spend three days in the well. I came face to face with myself. Apparently Scotia was the same when she spent her three days in the well. Powerful Death Demons and Death Dancers always face themselves in the well, because for them, they are their worst enemy. It was a sign that they were born to lead the Death Dancers and Death Demons.
We all gathered ((We consists of Scotia, Rowan, Goibhniu, Gurthiel, and the Cullens)) by the Well of Nightmares. Of course we didn't tell them what the huge pit was behind them.
"Have you come to a decision?" Carlisle asked Scotia.
"That I have!" She smiled. "I refuse the alliance you offer, for that one;" she pointed to Edward, "broke a sacred law!"
"I NEVER BROKE ANY LAWS HERE!" Edward shouted.
I felt a deadly hate rise within me like a fire.
"It is forbidden to force oneself on a vessel of the gods! Whether that person is a Priest, Priestess of a descendent of a deity. I am the descendent of Mor-Rioghain," I stated in a deadly calm voice, staring daggers at Edward. I felt my rage nearly boil over when Vanessa grabbed Edward's arm. "Coward," I thought bitterly, keeping my face blank.
Scotia drew her sword and pointed the tip at Edward's throat. "Earth and water. You will find plenty of both down there," she indicated the well.
"This is madness?!?" Edward yelled.
Scotia turned and looked straight at me, waiting for me to make the final decision. I nodded. When I did, Scotia turned by to Edward.
"Madness? THIS IS AGARDOR!!!!!" She kicked Edward. He lost his balance and fell into the deep dark well. One by one the rest of the Cullens were pushed down the Well of Nightmares as well.
The screams were heard for days, but no one came to help the Cullens from the Well. Eventually they were able to get out and fled Agardor, shaken from what they had seen in the Well Of Nightmares.
Eight months later
Rowan's Pov
Scotia had declared war on Vampires. The ones like Edward, his family and Aro, as well as the ones who couldn't go out in the daylight without burning to death—the descendents of Dracula. In the eight months after the Cullens left, we had wiped out Dracula's descendents and today we rode out to finish off the vampires like the Cullens. Half of our warriors were staying behind to guard Agardor, as well as the Villagers, our elders and my wife. I watched her for a long moment, taking in her beauty. Gurthiel wore a loose pale green tunic, one hand propping up my bronze shield and the other resting her swollen belly. There was strength in her eyes with a hint of anger. I knew she felt like she was missing a great party, but she also knew she had to stay behind. Scotia and Gurthiel had a heated argument last night, which in the end Scotia won.
As the others mounted, I walked over to Gurthiel—no expression was on my face, but I know she saw my emotions in my eyes. Without a word, she handed me my shield. She showed the love she felt for me deep within her eyes. I turned and started heading in the direction of my horse, next to Scotia and Goibhniu.
"Death Demon!" Gurthiel called after me. I turned and walked back to her.
"Yes, My Lady?"
She started into my eyes for a long minute.
"Come back with your shield, or on it." she whispered finally.
I nodded.
"Yes, My Lady."
My voice steady. I turned and walked back to my horse, mounted it and followed The Leader of the Death Dancers and Leader of the Death Demons—riding hard towards our destination.
"Goodbye, My Love."
I don't say it. There is no room for softness. Not in Aragdor. There is no place for weakness. Only the hard survive. Only the strong.
AN:
If you are enjoying MY story, then Check out DivineRosey and her Twilight Fanfiction entitled "Everything Changed" It's really good! SO READ IT! I COMMAND IT!!!!
I know it's kinda short…but I'm in pain and I'm busy with the end of the semester coming.
Don't forget to review and tell your friends!!!!
