Chapter Three
The Sacrifice.
4 years later, when the overthrow of Kyltara was nearing an end and the Saurians had plundered all they could from the once beautiful and harmonious planet, a lone figure stood on the top of a cliff…
"The war is coming to an end. We will reign this planet once more, though I doubt that will of any use to us." A sad and lonely duck said as she thought aloud. She was once energetic and hopeful, nothing could put her down and she was willing and able to stand up for what she believed in. Now, that everyone she cared about had died or disappeared, she felt alone and responsible for their misfortune.
As she was standing atop the cliff, a rip in the dimensional continuum was opening not far out at sea and a deadly foe was returning to recruit the rest of the rebels.
"Finally! I have returned to this planet! After years of being stuck in that prison I have finally come back to reclaim my former victims! Tyrone! Prepare to land."
"Yes, milord." Said Tyrone as he bowed to his master, Kar Nottour.
Back on the cliff…
"He's back! Oh Drake! He's back! I have to warn the others!" Said the duck as she ran as fast as she could towards the small settlement of rebels. She looked behind her and she shrieked with terror for Kar Nottour's ship was coming right for the settlement.
"Run!" She screamed. "RUN!"
People started to panic and all went for the last resort – the underground tunnels. The duck ran as fast as she could, but she was too late. There was a bright flash and it was all over.
She awoke feeling woozy and with a major headache. It took her several minutes to realize where she was and when she did she nearly fainted with dread. She was in one of the holding cells for Kar's prisoners. Fortunately she was the only one.
"The other's must have reached the tunnels." She said slightly relieved. She heard heavy footsteps coming towards the cell. She scampered into the corner, and hugged her legs in fear.
The electroscreen disappeared and a heavy looking saurian came at her.
"Stay away from me!" She screamed.
"What are you gonna do? Hug me to death? Ha, ha, ha." He teased her as he grabbed her arm and pulled her up. He swung her around and ties her wings behind her back. She was then lead out to an auditorium type area with a glass 'cage' in the middle.
"What…what are you gonna do to me?" She asked in a small scared voice.
"Were gonna make you one of us." He said as he tossed her into the cage.
"Are we ready to proceed Tyrone?" Said a loud voice from the darker area of the auditorium.
"Yes, milord."
"Well, lets get this show started then shall we? You, transform." He bellowed as he pointed towards the duck.
"What?"
"Transform!"
"I don't know how!" She pleaded.
"Yes you do! You alone are the keeper of the Thunderstone. Now, TRANSFORM!"
There was a pause and everything was still. In the ring the duck was dreading the fact that she would have to do this again. The last time she did, it cost her, her sisters' life. Slowly she felt the power surge into her and spread throughout her body. It was a warm, tingly feeling as the power reached her outer feathers. She suddenly felt feathery wings come shooting out of her back. The bonds that held her wings bound snapped under the pressure of the power and made her fall forward. She landed and was on all fours now. Slowly her wings and legs grew and changed shape, her wings into the talons of an eagle and the back into the furry half of a lion. She felt a long and strong tail shoot from the end of her spine and then separated at the end into a hard, blade-like club. The last thing to change was her face.
While all the transformations were taking place her head remaind the same, apart from enlarging a little. Once her body was in order her face went under a massive transformation. Her normal duck beak started to curve down and create a huge beak, like the ancient thunder bird from Native American Mythology, her hair started to harden and turn into blades that ran right around her head, and the final transformation was her eyes. They grew large and clear, with one eye being hard and machine-like.
She screamed her 'finishing cry' which is like and indicator say she's ready to rumble.
"Good." Said the saurian, very impressed that she had obeyed and he didn't have to kill her like he had done with so many others. "I am very pleased with your effort so far duck. You must really value your life. Okay, now we can place the collar. TYRONE!"
"Yes, milord?"
"Place our griffin friend here under status lock and put the collar on."
"Yes, milord."
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