Emkay642: Lo! and behold! I do spoofs too, BTW. Just this is not one of them. ;)
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Disclaimer: Pretty much everything in this chapter belongs to Susan Cooper, except for the Balance, my creation, and Traci and Alana who still belong to themselves.
A small council was gathered around the midsummer
tree. Merriman was staring, hair flying in the strong wind that had suddenly
overcome them all. He had felt the sense inside him that told the Dark
was near go out when the spray was parted...but it had suddenly flared
up again, faintly, as if they were not near, but still existant.
What was happening?
The same sense had gone off in Will and Bran,
but the three from the track stood confused.
"Isn't this...the end?" asked Barney. "What's
happening?
Merriman turned to him. "It should be the
end. But...something is happening. Something big. Something having to do
with the Balance orbs. I can sense it."
Ten feet away Alana cried out suddenly. Traci
glanced at her. "What is it?"
"The Balance orbs! Remember the last time
someone held them...thats what I've been sensing! The Water and Earth orbs;
somebody has them.."
Traci closed her book, suddenly interested.
"But the last time anyone held them was a few thousand years ago...of course.
When they were distributed by the High Magic."
Flashback time. *click*>
A few thousand years ago...
Sitting on a huge, carven throne was a very
old man. He was clothed in a deep blue robe. The hall he sat in was adorned
with tapestries of brilliant animals and flowers and birds, woven in rich
colors like sunlit stained glass.
Before the throne were four representitaves.
There was Merriman, but this Merriman was considerably younger- his hair
was greyed, but not yet white. Beside him stood the Black Rider. He was
cloacked in black as usual, but he had no hood, and his red hair looked
strange uncovered.
Next to him was an even older man, clothed
in all bright, bright red. And beside him was Gwyddno Garanhir, bright
and full of life in sharp contrast to the doomed King of the Lost Land.
The man in the throne lifted his head. "I
have called you four representatives for a very important reason. The High
Magic has decided to entrust the Balance orbs to the Earth Magics. Recently
we had.." the man's voice paused wearily. "...a traitor. We have decided
these orbs are too powerful to be kept in one place. However, Black Rider,
unfortunatley for the plans of conquest you have in your mind right now,
these Orbs cannot be used without the device a man will invent in the future
of this world. A man...only a mortal may use the orbs. Because these orbs
have a great destiny before them."
"To the Light," he said, motioning to Merriman,
"I entrust the Fire Orb. May it's blaze glow brilliantly in your care,
however short it may be." He turned toward the Black Rider. "Malevolent
dark rider, I give to you the Water Orb. Moving water is free of enchantments.
If you dare to try to use this, remember it's immunity well."
The High Magic's representative turned to
the other old man. "Mathowny, leader of the Old Magic, I give to you the
Wind Orb. There are very specific instructions that go with this one. When
it is taken by the civilization by the Atlantians, do not seek it back.
Not until they send it away. Then speedily, rush in and retrieve it. Then
bring it back here and hide it." Mathowny nodded.
"And you, Gwyddno, King of the Wild Magic...you
will be the head of the Atlantians soon. Take the Earth Orb. May it's firm
ground keep the Wild Magic a bit more steady." The man's eyes twinkled,
and Gwyddno grinned.
The man in the throne sighed. "That is all,"
he said in a haunting, mysterious voice. "The High Magic has plans for
you four. Under no circumstance must the wrong men take control of the
orbs." He smiled. "Good luck."
* * *
Merriman, Will and Bran searched the hall thoroughly.
Merriman knew the Wind Orb would be here, if Mathowny indeed had brought
it back. But where could he have hidden it? What would he have done?
Suddenly there was a huge roar. On the old,
beaten throne, a man appeared suddenly. He had dark hair, and dark eyes....
Merriman recognised him instantly. "Mordred.."
he whispered. "What are you doing here? How are you still alive?"
Craig grinned. "You seem to be mistaking me
for someone else, Merlin," he said easily. "Yes, I once was Mordred...but
now-" he hissed."You may call me...Hastings."
Craig stood up tall and called out a few words
in a language that chilled the bones of all present. It was the spell-speech
of the Dark. The room shook with fury.
Bran unsheathed Eirias. Looking behind him,
he saw a shimmering, golden shield hanging on the wall. He grabbed it,
swiftly, and then almost fainted with shock.
Right there on the wall, in a little crevice,
was the Wind orb. It was crystal clear, and inside white smoke zoomed around
in circles. It was very reminiscent of the wind.
Craig lunged for the orb, and before anyone
could react, he was there, almost on top of the-
Suddenly, someone appeared and grabbed his
foot. The Rider went sprawling. Behind him stood none other then Traci.
"Hm...so you want my orb then, huh, Blacky?"
Craig reached down, angrily, toward his pocket for the Water orb. He whispered
a few words, and lifted his hand to shoot water from his palm-
Just as Traci let go a huge attack of wind!
The water shot Craig in the face, and the force of the wind blew him back
into the wall. The room was shaking hard now. The beams on the roof were
splintering from the impact of the Rider's spell. The Wind orb fell from
its place in the wall and rolled around the room.
Traci leaped for the orb. But Craig had finally
gotten to his feet. Using the Earth orb, he let go a huge earthquake that
tore the entire room in half. The Wind orb rolled into his hand, and the
Rider grinned.
"So long, suckers!" He cried. Traci lunged
at him-but her hands met only the air.
The tremor ceased. The entire room was completely
destroyed. The blue eyed girl looked around wildly, and then vanished.
Will sat up, his head spinning...the Rider,
back? Mordred? What was going on...suddenly, a peice of wood fell on his
head, and the room faded into black.
A/N: There, done. I think I might make something after this, sort of an alternate storyline, because of something I was going to do, but then decided not to. And I wont tell you what it is, so nyah. Review! This time you will not turn into a large mole, don't worry.