There has been a change of plan. This story won't be found at HP_Fanfiction. (At least not yet.) It will be at www.FictionAlley.org in the schnoogle section. (You can just go to www.schnoogle.com to save time.) I can also send each chapter to you individually, if you like. Email me at heymynameisabird@hotmail.com Alternatively, I can email you when I put a new chapter on schnoogle, with a link. Whatever. Just mail me.
I think that fanfiction.net will probably delete this message if it doesn't have any story in it, so here is a taster of chapter four, in the hope that they'll let it remain and you will know were to find the rest of the story. (NB, this is from the draft, so the final chapter may not use these exact words.)
Chapter IV - Family Ties (A cookie)
It was misty and hot. Ben was high above...somewhere. He wasn't sure where, but he was flying above it. It was dark, but not very dark. Twilight - the perfect mixture of Light and Dark. Obvious really - when else could the battle possibly be held? When else could the two sides meet?
The ground was moving. Writhing. Like it was made of a huge mass of snakes. Figures moved in the half-light - slowly at first, and then faster, more frantic.
Glass. Broken glass. Crimson blood. Writhing.
Beatrice was flying beside him. He couldn't see her, but he could sense her - next to him, as it had always been intended.
Why are they fighting? thought Ben.
Because they don't know how to do anything else, thought Beatrice into his head. They are antagonistic pairs, they need each other, they need the eternal struggle, the never-ending fight.
Like up and down? Thought Ben.
Yes, thought Beatrice.
We don't go up or down, we fly, thought Ben. Does that mean we don't have to choose Light or Dark?
No, thought Beatrice. All must choose. Twilight can't last forever - one must triumph, and the other must challenge. Neither can win, but both must try, otherwise it will be the end of the world. So it has been, so it always will be. Day follows night follows day.
And twilight can't last forever. Ben knew it was true, knew he must choose a side, but still he hung back. He didn't want an eternal fight, he just wanted to fly.
Twilight can't last forever. One must go up or down, but not hover. Caught in indecision, Ben fell. Down and down, into the dark heat of the glass and the writhing ground.
I think that fanfiction.net will probably delete this message if it doesn't have any story in it, so here is a taster of chapter four, in the hope that they'll let it remain and you will know were to find the rest of the story. (NB, this is from the draft, so the final chapter may not use these exact words.)
Chapter IV - Family Ties (A cookie)
It was misty and hot. Ben was high above...somewhere. He wasn't sure where, but he was flying above it. It was dark, but not very dark. Twilight - the perfect mixture of Light and Dark. Obvious really - when else could the battle possibly be held? When else could the two sides meet?
The ground was moving. Writhing. Like it was made of a huge mass of snakes. Figures moved in the half-light - slowly at first, and then faster, more frantic.
Glass. Broken glass. Crimson blood. Writhing.
Beatrice was flying beside him. He couldn't see her, but he could sense her - next to him, as it had always been intended.
Why are they fighting? thought Ben.
Because they don't know how to do anything else, thought Beatrice into his head. They are antagonistic pairs, they need each other, they need the eternal struggle, the never-ending fight.
Like up and down? Thought Ben.
Yes, thought Beatrice.
We don't go up or down, we fly, thought Ben. Does that mean we don't have to choose Light or Dark?
No, thought Beatrice. All must choose. Twilight can't last forever - one must triumph, and the other must challenge. Neither can win, but both must try, otherwise it will be the end of the world. So it has been, so it always will be. Day follows night follows day.
And twilight can't last forever. Ben knew it was true, knew he must choose a side, but still he hung back. He didn't want an eternal fight, he just wanted to fly.
Twilight can't last forever. One must go up or down, but not hover. Caught in indecision, Ben fell. Down and down, into the dark heat of the glass and the writhing ground.