Disclaimer: I own nothing. Please, don't sue me. School's out for the summer, and I'm bored to death already. Damn mosquitoes...
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"Harry-chaaaan..." a voice called into the aqua-haired man's ear. "Haaarry... Wake up!"
Annoyed by the whispering, Harry MacDougall sat up, awake. "Whaddya want?
"We're leaving to go to Feral. Remember, the lovely little vacation spot where the Queen of Vengeance took away your sight?"
That one little comment triggered a memory...
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'Twas the third day of a week-long vacation that Harry decided to explore the forest around the cabin on Feral that he and his brother had rented. The woods were dense, damp, and somewhat cool on that Tuesday morning.
The violet-eyed psychopath drew his jacket close about him as he shivered slightly. The foliage above him was rich and green, with dead leaves from the previous Fall crunching under his feet. During his wandering, he stumbled upon a lovely little brook where many different flowers grew. Unusual curiosity overtook him, and he ventured to where the stream began.
Its origin turned out to be someplace in the dark cave that stood before him. He noticed a faint smell of amber incense, and it was very pleasant. The faint wisps of smoke seemed to pull him into the cave, and he was unable to resist.
"Hello..." he said in an uncharacteristically weak voice, casting his eyes about.
In the darkness, a pair of eyes opened and glared at him. There was suddenly a small glow, and then a large one, as a candle was lit. Before him stood a lovely woman with purple hair and green eyes, with her dress and slippers matching them.
"Who are you, who intrudes into my cave, mortal man?" she growled.
"I... I'm Harry MacDougall, and I was just..."
"SILENCE! No excuses! You have gazed upon me, but you shall do so to no other woman!"
Suddenly, he was in darkness. The next thing he knew, Ron was yelling:
"Harry! Wake up, Harry!"
He sat up, and opened his eyes, but he could not see. He was blind.
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"Harry, pay attention to me when I talk to you and stop daydreaming!" Midori yelled as she hit him on the back of his head, snapping him out of his reverie.
"I try to be wistful and dramatic..." he muttered.
"Go get dressed and get into the Shangri-La! We're leaving at noon!"
He muttered about it, but he did as she said.
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Harry could feel the movements of the Shangri-La around him as they took off. After so many years of this being routine, he just sighed and decided to sleep off the rest of the trip. He couldn't even be in the navigation system, because the Vengeance Queen's spell was very thorough.
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The aqua-haired psycho awoke to the stopping of the ship.
"Harry, you can get up now. We're here," Ron's voice came gently, as it only did for his younger brother.
"Get yer ass up! We're going!" Midori yelled, ruining the pleasant ambiance of the morning.
"Hai, hai..." he muttered, standing up and taking his backpack from his brother's outstretched arm.
They shuffled out of the spaceship, stretching their arms and legs gladly. Harry could smell the damp air, with that same amber incense carrying on it. He knew it wouldn't be easy, but he didn't have anything to lose except his life, and it didn't feel to him as though it would be any big loss.