Night Wind
By: Wilona Riva
Disclaimer: Butch Hartman does; I don't.
Inbetween Times
"You must not give him any more Lethe pears, O Bright Lady," the spot of darkness was saying when he came around. "I know his place is by your side, but you must remember the Prophecy of the Seven. Have you even given the thrice moon son of the Lesser Ghost King a second glance?"
"Shade, you are a healer; remain in thine," a woman snapped back in response. "Phantom is coming around; see to Dusk."
The spot of darkness vanished to be replaced the physical embodiment of the night sky. "I am Lunaris, my little phantom. I am the Queen of the Night Wind people. How much can you remember?"
My name is Phantom, for I have no name. I am...
Lunaris forced his hands back down at his side. "You still remember the signs, I see. Do not be afraid, my little phantom. You partook of the fruit of forgetfulness and have lost most of your memories. Your brethren will teach you what you know."
You found me.
"You remember this?" Lunaris asked, astonished at the fact. "What else do you remember of your origins?"
Was sent to you. Told to find others like me. Don't remember anything else.
"What did you give him?" Shine whispered to Shade out of the Night Queen's hearing.
"A small dose of Mnemosyne juice," Shade murmured in reply.
"Shade, that's opening dangerous doors!" Shine hissed. "What if he remembers the beginning?"
"It is the Clockwork Chronos' orders," Shade answered. "And you know, as well as I, that no one ever defies an order from him.
"You know I've never met a more handsome ryu, even a half one," a soft sultry voice whispered in Vlad's ear, as one slender hand plucked the sponge from Vlad's hands.
Vlad blushed furiously as Whitewind wet the sponge and began tenderly washing his neck. Erotic thoughts burst through his mind and he groaned, trying to stifle a part of his anatomy.
"Here, let me," she whispered again, reaching down below the water. "I am best at these things."
Vlad groaned and allowed her to take over.
Whitewind smiled. The Night Queen's plan was working perfectly.
Maddie slipped on a dress of lavender silk and a pair of matching heels, while Jack tied a black tie over his jumpsuit.
"Jack, you really should wear the clothes they brought you," she pointed out.
"I need my jumpsuit," he told her. "Anything other than spandex makes me itch."
"You're exaggerating," she told him. "Now, get in there and get into some proper clothes for once, please."
"Yes, dear."
The Watcher stepped out of the portal and bowed to the Time Master. "They still haven't returned. I've contacted Sam and Tucker, but there have been no ghost attacks. I am worried."
"Flower-Of-My-Heart, do not fear. The food of the Night Wind will not affect them as it has done with others. I will see to that. Your brother will safely return before the dawn arises with those you love."
"I certainly hope so," the Watcher whispered, as the Clockwork Chronos wrapped his arms lovingly around her.