Sacrifice of Love
By child_dragon
I faced BrightSong in triumph. He seemed to flinch away for a second
from the spear.
"You know, Shi'kly didn't seem to trust you either," I mentioned.
He just ignored me.
"Listen up now," he ordered. "This is extremely important. I'm going to
open the way to the true realm of the Shadows, where the source is. You'll
know what to strike, trust me. When you do, you can't feel anything. For
the core and power of Neopia to be channeled through you and the spear, you
must not be anything. I know you drift strongly towards light, and do
everything through love, but you must set it aside for now. Else the
Shadows will win."
I stared at the ground, thinking.
"But that doesn't seem right," I said. "I mean, aren't the Shadows
nothingness?"
"Yes, they are, but I'm not asking you to be like them. I'm asking you to
set everything aside, so that you can strike their Heart with all the power
of Neopia. It's the only way, can you?"
I looked at him, at his intent gaze.
"Terraile told me to never forget what Neopia is. And Aldrai told me to
never forget love," I said suspiciously. "And I was also told the Shadows
would try to possess me. Wouldn't not feeling, not being anything, be like
them?"
He snarled in frustration.
"No, you're not listening to me!" he said angrily. "Forget what your pets
said, they don't know as much as I do, you've."
"Be silent!" I shouted. "The Essence of Neopia is pets and owners. It's
the bond of love between them. I cannot forget my pets, I cannot forget
love, to do so would to deny what I am!" I said defiantly.
"Then you shall fail," he said coldly.
I stared at him, and a thought crept up on me.
"You're the traitor," I said. "The Shadows can possess a person, can't
they? And after you died, they took over you. Who else could take the
Spear safely? And who else could use the magic of all the elements?"
He stared at me, then howled silently.
*Curse you, child_dragon* he said, but he no longer used words. *It seems
we cannot use you. You would of made a powerful tool, especially with the
spear, but that is no longer feasible*
I backed away, holding up my weapon. The walls melted away, and we were on
an island of rock, below us, a liquid sea of Shadows, hissing and snarling
at us. BrightSong's brilliant scales melted away, replaced with long dead
flesh. His eyes melted into pools of darkness, and ivory bones showed
through his ancient skin. He hissed at me, no longer resembling anything
alive.
"You sssshall pay, child_dragonnnn," the creature hissed.
"You are wrong there, monster!" I screamed.
He howled and rose into the air, dark power surrounding him. I followed,
holding the Spear ready. A surge of pure darkness rushed towards me, but I
blocked with the Spear. It exploded harmlessly. I flew towards BrightSong
and swiped with my spear, but he blocked with a sword of black. I swooped
back, landing on the island. He landed also.
"We finish this here," I said.
He charged for me, and I sidestepped, stabbing at his side with the Spear.
He nimbly twisted aside and swung the sword in a downwards arc. I rolled
on my back and caught it, tilting the Spear off to the side and deflecting
the blow into the dirt. I leaped to my feet and brought my spear down at
him, the force jarring through my arms as he blocked with his sword. We
spun apart, facing each other with weapons raised.
"You could rule all of Neopia," he said.
"Why? I already have everything I want, a family," I retorted.
He swung his sword low at me, and I jumped lightly over it. I landed and
just barely caught his return stroke with my spear. I felt my arms giving
under his unnatural strength, and quickly slid my spear off and danced
around him, swiping for his back. He spun and knocked my spear aside.
Snarling, he raised his hands, and a ball of dark energy formed. It
exploded out into a shockwave, and I was thrown back. I landed unsteadily
near the edge of the island.
"You shall not win, child_dragon," BrightSong hissed.
I stood my ground, waiting. He ran towards me, and at the last minute I
leaped. I twisted up over his head and behind him, plunging the Spear into
his back as I landed. He staggered, and I grimly twisted it, and pulled it
out. He gasped, and fell forwards, into the mass of Shadows. They hissed
at me, then the island started to shake. It was dissolving. I leaped into
the air, beating my wings furiously. The Shadows merged into one pool of
inky darkness, and a serpent emerged from it. A sinuous body with clawed
arms and wings of darkness. It did not have a tail, but rather rose from
the pool of Shadows, growing longer as needed. I stared, not knowing what
to do next. I had to kill the Heart, I knew that much. Was it the
serpent? It soared towards me, not even beating its wings. I flew away,
unconsciously knowing that one touch of that thing would be death, no,
worse than death. I would be consumed by the Shadows, and be a slave to
their power. It followed, roaring. The evil presence of the Shadows
filled the air, I could feel their hatred beating on my mind, seeking a way
in. I dodged past the Shadow serpent as it snapped, trying to catch me in
its jaws.
*You shall never leave here alive!* the creature shrieked, and I cried in
pain as its thoughts touched my mind. Its hatred was a tangible thing, and
it was all directed at me.
*Even if you destroy the Shadows, our Realm shall collapse, and you will be
dragged down with it. You will die here, there is no way out!*
"Then so be it!" I shouted in defiance. "I gladly give my life to save
Neopia from you!"
It howled, and I saw a flash of white out of the corner of my eye. I flew
towards it, and dimly saw the outline of Un-eairkagh.
*Here, Kiddo* his voice echoed in my mind.
*This way!* I heard Sakuko say.
*The Heart isn't in the serpent. It is here* Terraile whispered.
*Strike, we shall be with you* MoonFall promised.
*You have always known your life was to lay down for us* Aldrai said.
*I understand if you don't come back. You were called to something greater
than we* Melody reassured.
*We will see you again. Even if it is in heaven, we will see you there*
Sabreur said.
*Never forget love!* they all cried, their voices drowning out the hatred
of the Shadows. A crystal rose before me, a crystal filled with black
nothingness. It was huge, much larger than me. The Heart of the Shadows.
The Source. The serpent hissed in fury as I landed on its surface.
"I shall never back down!" I yelled, raising the Spear to strike. "For
Neopia!!"
And I slammed the Spear into the crystal. A current of power streamed
through me, the very core of what Neopia was. Fire, earth, water, wind,
light dark. All the elements united in the Spear. And Love, the bond
between a pet and owner. The power streamed into the Heart of the Shadows,
filling the void that they were. Then I knew why they hated us so much.
They could never live, could never love. That was the source of their
hatred, they wanted what we had. The stream of power radiated out from the
crystal, touching everything connected to it, touching every Shadow in
existence. The Shadows screamed, and the crystal cracked, then exploded
with a roar. Light streamed out, brilliantly colored and burning with
power. I was thrown back from the force of the explosion, but I never lost
my grip on the spear. The realm of the Shadows was collapsing, and I flew
away, to a distant pinpoint of light, and my family was with me. The
serpent screamed and tried to block me, but suddenly beams of light burst
through its skin, destroying it from within. The place was falling in on
itself, the out lash of power ripping the fabric of their realm apart. I
strained my wings, feeling the collapse of the place all around me. So
close. The pinpoint of light started to vanish. There was no way I could
reach it. My wings slowed in despair. I'd fought so hard, and yet I was
the one who would loose it all. Then Terraile's words came back to me.
Never give up, no matter how tempted. I summoned all my strength to me,
feeling nothing but a desire to see my family again, and with a single
channeling of power, stopped the exit from vanishing. I touched it, and
fell through the gate back into Neopia, the realm of the Shadows collapsing
into nothingness forever behind me. I was in the air, the vortex above me
vanishing with a roar. I fell, feeling myself slipping away into darkness.
I tried to beat my wings, to save myself, but I was too weak. I couldn't
stop my fall. Then something hit me from behind, lifting me out of the
fall.
"Kiddo," Un-eairkagh said, holding me close.
I rested my head on his shoulder as he flew in the direction of our house.
"I knew you'd come back," he said. "I knew it."
"Un-eairkagh," I said weakly, crying.
"Just like old times, eh?" he said, his voice trembling as tears of joy
spilled across his beak. "Didn't you know I'd pull through for you? I
always do."
"Remember when we saved each other from the snowager?" I asked. "One of us
said that that's what friends are for. We were wrong. This isn't
friendship. This is love."
Months had passed. I was changed, inside and out. I had seen evil,
felt it's touch, and recognized it for what it was. It gave me
something..a deeper understanding of this world, perhaps. On the outside,
my appearance had changed slightly. I looked older, and according to
Sabreur, like the dragon, eyes holding a knowledge forbidden to others. I
also had a single streak of white in my hair, a brilliant snowy lock
trailing through the brown, framing my face. I had been touched by power,
an incredible power, coming from the very core of Neopia. However, at the
current moment, darkness and power and magic were far from my mind. It was
a sunny day, and me and my pets were out in the front yard, enjoying the
sun. Aldrai sat on the step next to me, watching Un-eairkagh, Terraile,
and MoonFall play a varient of baseball. I felt a pet approaching, and
absently identified it's species. An aisha, male, and with a very familiar
aura. I leaped to my feet, summoning the Elemental Spear to my hand. My
pets stopped playing and stared at me in fear.
"Get back," I ordered them, and they clustered around the steps. Deealoe
appeared through the front gate, staring at us with sad and solemn eyes.
He loosly held the silver dagger. He slowly walked up the path, not taking
his eyes off us. I watched him in confusion. His eyes were haunted,
empty, reflecting a sadness and hollowness that tore me apart. He was
skinny, as if he hadn't eaten anything in months. And his white fur was
dirty, smeared with mud.
"I need to speak with Aldrai," he said, his voice hoarse.
I stared for a moment, then Aldrai stepped out to stand before the aisha.
The two looked at each other, then the aisha took a deep, shuddering
breath.
"Take this," he said, resolve tightening on his face. "Take it and finish
it all. Bring the circle to a close, I will not fight back, strike and
avenge everyone."
Aldrai stared dumpfounded as Deealoe pressed the dagger into his paw. The
aisha closed his eyes, as if in pain, and tilted his head back, giving
Aldrai a clear view of his heart and neck. The spotted zafara stared at
the dagger in his paw, than at Deealoe, who was not moving an inch,
prepared for the blow that would end his life. I watched in silence, fear
gripping my heart. Aldrai was my pet, and I could read his emotions pretty
well. But not now. I could not tell what was going through his head,
could not tell what he would do. His face was expressionless, his eyes
hardened in.something. I prayed it wasn't hatred. The zafara raised the
dagger high with a hiss, and I cried out slightly, turning my head away.
There was a snap, and I looked again, astonished. Aldrai stood there,
panting, he hadn't killed Deealoe, rather, slammed the dagger into the
pavement, snapping it in two. The aisha opened his eyes, looking at Aldrai
in confusion. Aldrai gently handed him the ruined hilt.
"I give my forgiveness freely, take it and change your life," he said
softly.
Deealoe gazed at the broken hilt, and a single tear trickled down his
cheek.
"The Shadows shall have no more hold on me," he whispered, and turned away
to leave. I watched him go silently. His stride now held purpose, his
shoulders no longer slumped. It was if a weight had been lifted off of
him. Aldrai turned to me, and a fire burned in his eyes.
"The circle of hatred is broken," he proclaimed. "The last thing is done.
It is over."
****
Child_dragon still lives with her four pets, and her friends nearby. She
is still the Essence of Neopia, and still has the Elemental Spear. Sure,
she gets a lot of questions and comments about her looks, but she doesn't
care. She has faced something no one else has, and survived. Her only
physical mark of the encounter is a single streak of white hair framing her
face. No one can touch evil and remain unchanged. She is changed on the
inside also. She no longer takes things for granted, and knows just how
precious her pets are. She has touched the true heart of Neopia, a
willingness to sacrifice everything for someone else. She has touched
love. Un-eairkagh is still cocky, spoiled, and troublesome. MoonFall
still is a bit bossy, and rules the house like a queen. Terraile hasn't
changed much from before either, but she still has NightHawk's Bow, and
will threaten any pet she believes is being a bully with an arrow. It
seems she's a bit more aggressive and protective of those weaker than her.
Not that that's a bad thing. Aldrai has changed the most. He is no longer
afraid of things, and is no longer burdened down with grief. He's moved on
from that part of life, and seems much older and wiser than his age
implies. Melody is her usual calm and loving self, nothing could shake her
foundations. Sabreur hasn't changed much either, except his lab is now off
limits to everyone except himself and Infernus. WeatherWolf and Deealoe
have returned to the Haunted Forest with his pack, but this time not with a
hatred of owners. Instead, they take in abandoned pets and help them
understand that a vast majority of humans have good hearts, and help them
find a home. So some of those caught up in these events have radically
changed, and some only a little bit. But they've all learned something
very important. You don't have to be powerful, a leader, or of any
particular importance to be a hero. Sometimes a simple teenager will do.
****
