Saladin: "Knights and Lords" – Audiomachine
Avar watched as his son threw another knife. Uldren had become obsessed. Convinced that he would be the one to kill Della Tay; to bring justice for his mother. Avar sighed. What do I do with him, Kyra? You were always so much better at this than I...
The last six years had been hard. Very hard. He had Crows tracking for signs of Tay at every moment of every day. Who knew a young girl could be so dangerous? So delusional? So... disgusting.
Another knife. The 19-year-old Prince went forwards, removed the blade from the bullseye, and went back to the throwing station, preparing to toss it again, determination etched into his features. Determination to become the deadliest Crow Reef history had ever seen.
Determination to put that knife through Della Tay's forehead. Suddenly, Avar didn't feel safe. His instincts screamed at him to get out, get Uldren, get him to safety. He reached for his knife, but it was jerked out of his grip in an instant. He felt something slim and sharp pressed against the side of his neck.
"Don't react." She told him. Uldren threw his knife again, and hit the outer rim. He swore. "Don't even think about using those powers you royals have; I'll notice if your eyes start to glow. And I have three snipers trained on that kid's head right now, so if you know what's good for him, you'll do as I say."
Tay. This... had to be her people. Who else could it be?
"Leave the compartment. Tell him you're going for the restroom." he clicked the speakers.
"Uldren, hold up; I overdid it on that meatloaf your sister forced on us last night. Remind me to petition for a better cook." The Prince regarded his father with a nod, and went back to practicing. Avar turned and left the room, well aware of the knife trained on his neck the whole time.
You'll pay for this. He silently vowed in anger. For Kyra. You will not harm my son!
"Into the closet, left side." she ordered quietly. If he was fast enough, he could turn her knife on her and silence her before she could signal the snipers. He could warn Uldren with his powers, get him out of the line of fire.
Avar obeyed, and the door shut behind them.
"Now-" he whirled, jerking the knife out of her hand and stabbing it up her stomach. She made a strangled choking noise, and he twisted the blade cruely, eyes burning. She was wearing a helmet, but he hoped she saw the promise of vengeance in his gaze. He jerked the knife out, and let her fall to the floor, choking and gasping.
His eyes widened at the flash of little light that appeared in the air.
"You idiot! She was bluffing! We just wanted to talk!" The Ghost yelled at him angrily. A Guardian!? What's going on here!? Bluffing!
Horror crashed into him as he realized what he may have just done. He crouched down next to her, pulling the helmet off of her head. She wore robes, and a bond on her arm marked her as a Warlock. Her face was Awoken, with a sickle-like black slash below her left eye. She coughed and choked, blood trickling down her face from the corner of her mouth.
He rolled her over onto her back, and gripped her head, tilting her chin up to try and help her breath. Her hair was a dark color, and she looked to be around the same age as Uldren. Her eyes were orange, or maybe red, but they were so dim with approaching death, he couldn't tell. No, no, no! What had just happened? He gripped one of her hands in his own, using his free hand to try and cover the wound he'd caused.
"I'm sorry!" he told her, horror thrumming through him. What was this? Some kind of discrete contact with the Crows gone horribly wrong? A piece of information so sensitive, it warranted a fake death threat?
"Hey, focus!" the Ghost begged its owner. "Remember what he taught you? What he said you could do? Try! Just try!"
Her gasps grew weaker, the little robot hung low near her side. Suddenly, a strange light leaked from her very skin, the color of fire. Actually... it was fire! He tried to let go of her hand instinctively, but her fingers were clenched around his in a death grip of sorts. She shuddered violently, a whimper escaping her lips. The area around the wound glowed hot, and he moved his hand to see her flesh knitting itself back together.
The hand that gripped hers felt unnaturally warm, and he felt as if something bright was passing through his very being, erasing every sore and hurt he'd ever had. All the sudden, the ache in his back seemed to disappear, as did the stiffness in his shoulders. This had to be some sort of Warlock power; he'd heard tales... tales of Guardian's who sang of the sun's flames.
The fire faded from her, and she took in a shuddering gasp, coughing.
"Hey! Easy, breath, take deep breaths." he told her. "I'm going to call a med team in here."
"N-no!" she gasped, gripping him by the collar as he reached up to the comm set on his ear.
"Whatever light magic you just did, I don't think it did the whole trick; you need a doctor." he insisted. She grabbed his wrist, eyes pleading as they very slowly began to glow with life again.
"P-please." she choked out. "I need your help."
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEHOOOOOO! Fic #3, FINISHED! At the beginning of last year, you know, I never saw myself finishing ONE fan fiction, let alone 3, in record time! I posted this chapter early in celebration of getting a whole freaking week off of school, thanks to snow days and MLK Jr. Day. I just want you guys to know your continued support has been AMAZING. From Fever, to this... just thanks, guys.
jsm1978: Yup. These fics aren't really that long(chapter-wise). I tried hard to make this a little longer than Heartbusters, though. Hint; that last guy will blow your mind.
fierywarlock: I find logic to only work in theory; there really is no logic to the concept.
Furious Titan: Oh, good. Hey, she likes her geeks. Don't judge her, LoL.
alienraptor: Some people(*cough*Order and Chaos*cough*) have been lobbying Martenj since it was founded in Fever as a little crush. Amberstar actually CHEERED when she beta-read the scene where 'Inigo' kisses Petra. And that kell was facing a surprise attack from a veteran Nightstalker and an angry Bladedancer-a very angry Bladedancer. It's no small wonder he died quickly.
Okay, so no votes on the intermission then? Padfoot and Sierra it is, then. I'll get to work on it.
Well, here we are. This is where we embark on a tale of friendship, betrayal, romance, and, most importantly of all, waffles. Fever, through Wolfsbane, has brought to you all a mixture of humor, emotional outbursts, and multiple violent explosions. I've enjoyed writing every word of it, and I hope you've enjoyed reading it just as much.
That being said, I really should think of something special for the Fever anniversary. It's likely the series will be finished by the time March 4 comes around next year, so I really ought to make it count. Suggestions are appreciated. Maybe an art contest? No, this is a cult favorite; not enough people for an art contest to be viable...
Anywho, I'm hoping to really expand upon past things in 15 Seconds: Part 2. We'll be seeing Ryan again(of course), and though I said we wouldn't be seeing Tevis' son again until Twilight... well, I can't resist putting a little bit of tiny Andal in. The little guy's adorable, I think you're going to love him. And then we've got the lice problem, and Sierra and Uldren. Already we have a small wave of Sovgers shippers ready for combat, heavily trying to... ahem, "encourage" Uldren to be nicer(and by that, I mean threatening to punch him into orbit).
Don't you worry; I have a way to make him be nicer almost instantly...
Take some time to prepare yourselves emotionally as I stockpile some chapters for Part 2. We'll still see some Silverhawk antics(when she's not busy fussing over her nerd), but we'll also be continuing our foray into a more serious tone. That being said, you might not see chapter 13 until next month; I'm going to be busy. And I have a senior project to work on, as well.
I also have to prepare Amberstar emotionally for all the things she's about to read.
Also, snow. Very much snow. There is a lot of snow outside. The last time I saw this much snow was when I was 7.
Ooo-rah.
Anyway, thanks again for reading this, reviewing, favoriting, following, and fangirling. I'm going to make myself a cup of hot cocoa.
And, for the last time ever on Wolfsbane...
Cheers!^^