Welcome back to this story! I really hope this is a good chapter, because I am getting sick of letting myself down. I think I am going to extreme on this story. I need more basic ideas, that yet make sense. I need time to think about Sunpaw, so the next couple chapters are going to be from Midnight and Ivystar. Thank you for all reviews, and all reviewers. I could not do this without you. Well actually I could, but you have definitely made it more fun this way. I love you guys!

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Like shards of fallen sky, pieced together his vision. With each part of his sight of whatever he was meant to behold, a shrill, ear-shredding symphony of an unknown noise cut through what was left. He cringed, flattened his ears until the sounds passed, and continued to stride forward, deeper into the darkness that welcomed him; and welcomed him like a wound in battle.

They were claiming him, it was claiming him. He could not possibly imagine what kind of dread was waiting in deathly patience, just knew that it must be beyond any nightmare he has ever had, from when he began to walk alone, to when he walked with loners. There was a difference, he knew, but either way, he was not part of anything, belonged to anyone, except his own will.

That was about to change.

May he be guided or led or even killed, but in every way, and anyway, he was not going to make all of his own decisions. There will always be a part of him, though even a hair own his pelt, that will have a say in which way his path may lead him. Never again will he be completely himself. A possession, you might say, an inheritance, will forever weigh in on any subject, and at the worst of times, probably even control each motion he makes, any motion that perhaps, when his complete self, he would never dare to make.

What could he be gaining be the dire pain of both his body and mind he was about to endure? He knew it was something that must be grand, or at least worth the agony. Thoughts washed upon him, unanswered questions racked his brain, but he did not slow, he had no choice. The horrible fate was already beginning its claiming. Fear swelled up inside of him, fear of losing a piece of him that he never wished to be lost, but upon this choice he had made, it would be gone forever.

Forever.

Forever lost. Forever non-existent. Forever gone from memory of what could have been the right choice, the right path, but yet now he would never know. He could not turn around, he could no longer think through it. It was too late to change his destiny now. Twas this destiny that of which was always meant to be? Or did his own sick determination threaten to let what he was meant to be be carried away; carried away like a lifeless fish in a churning river? That could not possibly be correct, he felt right like he was, or at least who he wanted to be, or was driven to be.

But there was however, a goodness to it all, and at was at worst bittersweet. He would gain the trust of those who would never trust again, of even those who would kill him if they had the chance. He knew one specific being who would. But now that they would know what he had gone through for them. Or at least that is what they would think. It was not really for him in his own mind. More for himself and the one who had helped him through his journey, and ended it with the belief that he would continue on, as the one. A savior and a destroyer, but each would taste delightful on his tongue, through blood and through triumph.

Suddenly light, faint though it was, but slightly brighter than the complete and utter darkness he was walking through now, not able to see where he was going, just going as it was. The closer he got, the more unsure he felt, and in every paw step came an assuring prayer to his own self that everything was going to be okay.

The voice then slithered through the putrid air and slipped into his ears with an awful tone that both exhilarated him and frightened him to all ends. "At last, you come, and at last you see the truth behind what words I have spoken to you. This is not a dream, nor is it a nightmare. It is real, completely real, I promise."

He wished to speak, and even parted his jaws, but there was an invisible force field that stopped his words.

"Do not speak," the voice commanded. "We will speak for you."

He obeyed.

For what seemed to be lifetimes there was nothing except him, the darkness, and an eerie silence that sent chills along his spine. For moments on end he walked, and walked until he heard the voice once again and finally. "Open your eyes, Midnight and seek your fate."

And so he did.

What happened next he knew not, except for the voice speaking and the most pain he has ever felt in his life and the worst he will probably ever feel. The voice had to ensure him that he was not in pieces, floating in a pool of blood on the ground, the already scarlet ground. He even begged to be dead, to die and never return to light again. He would never be able to describe what he had gone through, for it was that extreme, he would only be able to say that it was beyond any horror he could ever imagine. He did not even know what was slicing at him, it was sharper and larger than a claw or tooth even one of a lion.

"Go ahead," the voice jeered, "Scream."

He did, and if anyone were to hear it, they would never sleep again.

Suddenly, the voice began to recite words, words he would never hope to hear again. "From wherever one may come, and however they may be raised, there is always going to be evil deep within even the most pure of hearts. We bring it out and reveal it to the world so that it may be heard of its imperfections that can never be redeemed as good. Whatever the act may be, out of anger, pain or utter madness, it should never be held in. The world will feel it now, out of this cat's claws, teeth and hate. May blood taint the air and flood the ground with misery. May they all be reminded that however hard they strike back, the darkness shall return, and return enough times to gain what is wanted and needed by their hardened souls. Gleaming in the nights, as the stars fade into shadows, this cat's wrath will forever be felt, for now the darkness claims him."

Shrieks and yowls of the dying and wounded battered at his ears and they grew louder and louder until he was sure it was to deafen him forever. His own scream joined in, until everything stopped and he was left with nothing.

Midnight opened his eyes and immediately he was grateful to see the light of day. He felt the same he had when he had shut his eyes, at peace and at ready for whatever the next moment may bring him.

He did not need to feel the evil running through his veins and poisoning his blood to know it was there, for what he experienced was beyond any nightmare he will ever see in his slumber. He smiled in pure joy that he was what he was now. He no longer had to worry about gaining the trust of his warriors. He could now sit upon his hill and watch as they battled one another, preparing for the siege was was designated to lay upon the Clans by his preceder.

He stretched out his legs and padded outside his cave. It was dawn and most cats were out and blinking the sleep from there eyes. Without hesitation he yowled, gathering them at his paws.

"Attention!" he snapped until all were quiet and looking at him. "I have completed the ritual."

With those few words, the cats were in an uproar of happiness.

Midnight couldn't help but grin. "We are now more than capable of destroying the Clans and fulfilling our leaders wishes. It has come into all of our minds that Radiantmask's daughter has returned from her hiding, and she is the so-called savior of the warrior code and StarClan. Well, I say ha! Let them rejoice in false congratulations. We will continue our training, attack on ShadowClan, and rule the forest! Even badgers and monsters will now down to us! Need I say more?"

The cats below him hissed in disapproval.

"I do not!" Midnight agreed. "Go my cats, go show the forest who you are and who you are meant to be. Blackstorm will be in our favor when we stand strong in the battlefield of dead ShadowClan cats." He said the next part to himself. "And evil will win once and for all."

Uh oh! Midnight is evil now! Mwah ha ha! I love this chapter. I think I did really well! But I want to hear your opinion! Review and tell me what you thought of this chapter and vote on my poll for Sunpaw's warrior name!

~Destiny