Midnight Angel
by ShinimegamisScythe
Part 14
Inwardly Uriel groaned. Being in the mortal realm always
gave him a splitting headache. He had been looking forward
to having this chess-match with Michael for weeks, and now
Gabriel had summoned him away from that delightful game
(which he was about to win) to play guiding light for a
bunch of disguised mortals. Life was just unfair.
Deep within his soul he reached for a thread of magic, and
opened a portal that would lead him and the others into the
elven world.
"Well then, follow me. And _don't_ stray from the pathway,
it wouldn't do you any good." he instructed the Preventer
agents.
With these words he stepped into what resembled a tunnel
that was built some time ago in the Middle Ages or so.
"This is so exciting!" Quatre exclaimed. "I'd never have
imagined that a magic portal would look so... so solid..." A
mocking snicker escaped Gabriel's throat.
"That's because Uriel _makes_ it look solid. He detests the
_true_ look of portals, because they look so... lacking a
better description, I'd say _instable_ . Just looking at them
makes him feel nauseous, right, beloved brother?"
With a flick of his fingers he made the Preventers see what
a portal truly looked like: multiple colours swirled in a
kaleidoscope of light, making the head spin if one looked at
it too long.
Heero's eyes crossed and uncrossed once, before he dryly stated:
"As I said: 'Like in a B-rated Sci-Fi or Fantasy-movie'"
The others agreed silently, but before any of them could
comment on that statement, Uriel (his face had a slightly
green hint to it's colour) had re-solidified the portal.
"Now hurry up! We _don't_ have all the time in the world,
you know." he pressed on.
//*sigh* I _knew_ this was going to be a _bad_ day... // he
mused, while he led them to the other world. //If this weren't
for the rescue of sweet little Azrael, I wouldn't have come
at all...//
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One after the other, they disappeared into the portal. It
was a rather long tunnel, through which they had to walk,
only lit by a few scattered torches, set into the wall in
seemingly random intervalls.
//With all of us dressed like this, and the medieval
atmosphere of this tunnel, I feel like I somehow got sucked
into a fairytale...// Quatre thought, walking hastily on his
shorter legs.
"You know, Winner, I'd suggest you to test those wings of
yours. They are not just there for decoration, you know?"
Wufei almost bent double in his effort to whisper into
Quatre's ear without the others hearing him.
Quatre looked up, surprised. He had already forgotten about
these new parts of his body. Hesitantly he flexed these new
muscles in his back, and judging by his shadow, he had found
the right ones, since his shadow-wings were fluttering slightly.
Five minutes later he flew as if he'd been born with wings,
as if he'd had all his lifetime to figure them out. And he had
no longer a problem with keeping up with the others, much to
his satisfaction.
He sped up a bit, until he was flying next to Uriel, who
had not transformed into his tiny glowing form, and was
currently muttering into his non-existent beard.
"Umm... Uriel? May I ask you a question?"
"If I said no, I think you'd ask your question none the
less, right?" The angel mumbled, annoyed. Quatre looked at
him, slightly perplexed.
"Uh, well, yes... I was wondering, what good am I in case
of a battle? I mean... I'm so tiny... and this stupid stick
is no help at all." Frustratedly he waved with his magic
wand and stared at it when it released tiny colourful sparks.
"... ooops... well, I guess it has some kind of use after
all, eh?" he mumbled, more to himself than anyone else.
"You are correct in that, oh bright one." Uriel answered
sarcastically, still trying to clear the afterimages of the
bright sparkling lights from his retina.
"Cool. err... what exactly can I do with this?" Quatre inquired.
Uriel thought about that for some time, before he finally
answered:" Well, for one you can use it to clobber your
enemy over the head... I can also teach you some basic
spells, so you can do minor healing magic. I don't think
this disguise is potent enough to let you work any offensive
magic, though..."
By the time that Uriel was done explaining, the group of
travellers had reached the end of the tunnel, which was blocked
by a closed door. Uriel lightly touched it and muttered a few
words under his breath.
Suddenly they were all surrounded by a bright light that flared
up from the place where the Archangel of Companionship had
touched the door, and they all had to close their eyes.
When the light subsided, they were standing on an old dirty
road, in the middle of nowhere, or rather, in the middle of
a seemingly endless plain of grassland with only a few
scattered bushes and trees here and there.
"Umm... excuse me, but... did your brother not say 'Great
forest of no return' or something like that? I mean, this
area is great, no doubt, but where's the forest?" Heero
inquired impatiently. Uriel rolled his eyes.
"Well, oh omniscient one, the forest is a magical realm. And
the suffix 'of no return' has been added for a reason. _If_ you
manage to enter the forest, which you can do only on a special
path, which, by the way, starts right here. And once inside
the forest, you have to stay on the right pathways as well.
Otherwise, the 'no return' part will apply to you as well..."
Mumbling something about stupid mortals in general, and a group
of certain mortals being especially dumb, Uriel started to walk
down the road, not caring if the others followed or not.
After a few hours of wandering in complete silence, Uriel
suddenly stopped.
"Is there something wrong?" Zechs asked, after he almost bumped
into the angel from behind - he had been so busy admiring the
landscape, that he almost had not noticed the sudden halt.
"No, but the sun is setting, so I thought you might want to rest
for the night." Uriel replied.
"I agree, it will take us at least half another day until we
reach the forest, and it wouldn't do us any good if we took a
wrong step in the darkness." Wufei added.
And so they settled down for the night, deciding that they'd
stand watch in single-person-shifts, each lasting one hour. Heero
took the first watch, since he claimed to be unable to sleep at
the moment anyway. After his hour had passed, he woke Zechs, who
just slapped at him, mumbled something Heero didn't quite
understand, turned onto his other side and promptly fell asleep
again - until Heero kicked him into the ribs.
"Huh, whassup?" He murmured sleepily.
"You, obviously." The words slipped from Heero's mouth before
he could stop them. An embarrassed silence followed. Zechs finally cleared his throat, tugged at his shirt to cover the erection
Heero had mentioned, and walked to the edge of the camp.
//Damn you, Heero. That comment really wasn't necessary...// he
thought to himself as he stared into the ink-black night. He
moved a few more metres away from the rest of the company and
quickly jerked off, hoping that nobody saw him, but all the
while feeling as if he were being watched.
TBC
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*grins evilly* Yes, I know it is mean to stop here, but right now,
my brain seems to be completely empty.
Reviews are always welcome...
by ShinimegamisScythe
Part 14
Inwardly Uriel groaned. Being in the mortal realm always
gave him a splitting headache. He had been looking forward
to having this chess-match with Michael for weeks, and now
Gabriel had summoned him away from that delightful game
(which he was about to win) to play guiding light for a
bunch of disguised mortals. Life was just unfair.
Deep within his soul he reached for a thread of magic, and
opened a portal that would lead him and the others into the
elven world.
"Well then, follow me. And _don't_ stray from the pathway,
it wouldn't do you any good." he instructed the Preventer
agents.
With these words he stepped into what resembled a tunnel
that was built some time ago in the Middle Ages or so.
"This is so exciting!" Quatre exclaimed. "I'd never have
imagined that a magic portal would look so... so solid..." A
mocking snicker escaped Gabriel's throat.
"That's because Uriel _makes_ it look solid. He detests the
_true_ look of portals, because they look so... lacking a
better description, I'd say _instable_ . Just looking at them
makes him feel nauseous, right, beloved brother?"
With a flick of his fingers he made the Preventers see what
a portal truly looked like: multiple colours swirled in a
kaleidoscope of light, making the head spin if one looked at
it too long.
Heero's eyes crossed and uncrossed once, before he dryly stated:
"As I said: 'Like in a B-rated Sci-Fi or Fantasy-movie'"
The others agreed silently, but before any of them could
comment on that statement, Uriel (his face had a slightly
green hint to it's colour) had re-solidified the portal.
"Now hurry up! We _don't_ have all the time in the world,
you know." he pressed on.
//*sigh* I _knew_ this was going to be a _bad_ day... // he
mused, while he led them to the other world. //If this weren't
for the rescue of sweet little Azrael, I wouldn't have come
at all...//
------------------------------------------------
One after the other, they disappeared into the portal. It
was a rather long tunnel, through which they had to walk,
only lit by a few scattered torches, set into the wall in
seemingly random intervalls.
//With all of us dressed like this, and the medieval
atmosphere of this tunnel, I feel like I somehow got sucked
into a fairytale...// Quatre thought, walking hastily on his
shorter legs.
"You know, Winner, I'd suggest you to test those wings of
yours. They are not just there for decoration, you know?"
Wufei almost bent double in his effort to whisper into
Quatre's ear without the others hearing him.
Quatre looked up, surprised. He had already forgotten about
these new parts of his body. Hesitantly he flexed these new
muscles in his back, and judging by his shadow, he had found
the right ones, since his shadow-wings were fluttering slightly.
Five minutes later he flew as if he'd been born with wings,
as if he'd had all his lifetime to figure them out. And he had
no longer a problem with keeping up with the others, much to
his satisfaction.
He sped up a bit, until he was flying next to Uriel, who
had not transformed into his tiny glowing form, and was
currently muttering into his non-existent beard.
"Umm... Uriel? May I ask you a question?"
"If I said no, I think you'd ask your question none the
less, right?" The angel mumbled, annoyed. Quatre looked at
him, slightly perplexed.
"Uh, well, yes... I was wondering, what good am I in case
of a battle? I mean... I'm so tiny... and this stupid stick
is no help at all." Frustratedly he waved with his magic
wand and stared at it when it released tiny colourful sparks.
"... ooops... well, I guess it has some kind of use after
all, eh?" he mumbled, more to himself than anyone else.
"You are correct in that, oh bright one." Uriel answered
sarcastically, still trying to clear the afterimages of the
bright sparkling lights from his retina.
"Cool. err... what exactly can I do with this?" Quatre inquired.
Uriel thought about that for some time, before he finally
answered:" Well, for one you can use it to clobber your
enemy over the head... I can also teach you some basic
spells, so you can do minor healing magic. I don't think
this disguise is potent enough to let you work any offensive
magic, though..."
By the time that Uriel was done explaining, the group of
travellers had reached the end of the tunnel, which was blocked
by a closed door. Uriel lightly touched it and muttered a few
words under his breath.
Suddenly they were all surrounded by a bright light that flared
up from the place where the Archangel of Companionship had
touched the door, and they all had to close their eyes.
When the light subsided, they were standing on an old dirty
road, in the middle of nowhere, or rather, in the middle of
a seemingly endless plain of grassland with only a few
scattered bushes and trees here and there.
"Umm... excuse me, but... did your brother not say 'Great
forest of no return' or something like that? I mean, this
area is great, no doubt, but where's the forest?" Heero
inquired impatiently. Uriel rolled his eyes.
"Well, oh omniscient one, the forest is a magical realm. And
the suffix 'of no return' has been added for a reason. _If_ you
manage to enter the forest, which you can do only on a special
path, which, by the way, starts right here. And once inside
the forest, you have to stay on the right pathways as well.
Otherwise, the 'no return' part will apply to you as well..."
Mumbling something about stupid mortals in general, and a group
of certain mortals being especially dumb, Uriel started to walk
down the road, not caring if the others followed or not.
After a few hours of wandering in complete silence, Uriel
suddenly stopped.
"Is there something wrong?" Zechs asked, after he almost bumped
into the angel from behind - he had been so busy admiring the
landscape, that he almost had not noticed the sudden halt.
"No, but the sun is setting, so I thought you might want to rest
for the night." Uriel replied.
"I agree, it will take us at least half another day until we
reach the forest, and it wouldn't do us any good if we took a
wrong step in the darkness." Wufei added.
And so they settled down for the night, deciding that they'd
stand watch in single-person-shifts, each lasting one hour. Heero
took the first watch, since he claimed to be unable to sleep at
the moment anyway. After his hour had passed, he woke Zechs, who
just slapped at him, mumbled something Heero didn't quite
understand, turned onto his other side and promptly fell asleep
again - until Heero kicked him into the ribs.
"Huh, whassup?" He murmured sleepily.
"You, obviously." The words slipped from Heero's mouth before
he could stop them. An embarrassed silence followed. Zechs finally cleared his throat, tugged at his shirt to cover the erection
Heero had mentioned, and walked to the edge of the camp.
//Damn you, Heero. That comment really wasn't necessary...// he
thought to himself as he stared into the ink-black night. He
moved a few more metres away from the rest of the company and
quickly jerked off, hoping that nobody saw him, but all the
while feeling as if he were being watched.
TBC
-----------
*grins evilly* Yes, I know it is mean to stop here, but right now,
my brain seems to be completely empty.
Reviews are always welcome...