Hi everyone! Guess what? Your favorite author is alive and kickin! At least I suppose you fave author is. You should really go ask him/her.
Well, after a quick vacation (UCL: *snorts and wanders away*) I am back with many plans for this story! As anyone who was linked here from FictionAlley probably figured out, this will be the sister (Or brother. Fine, in ya wanna be technical, uncle) story to Dragons and Demons and Elves, Oh My! (http://www.fanfiction.net/read.php?storyid=844543) Katreon may be writing a story about her character, Kat Johnson, and the other misc. 7th years. I don't know. You'll have to ask her about that.
Anyone who gives me an idea that I use will get a cameo! Whether in DoD or DDEOH, I'm not sure. It depends.
Well, on with the show, so I can watch Animaniacs! (Those are the facts….)
^Disclaimer^
UCL- ::pokes Draco with a pitchfork:: Tell them that Leevee owns nothing! Say it!
Draco- ::haughty look:: Why the bloody hell should I?
UCL- ::evil look:: ::pulls Harry-on-love-potion out of nowhere::
Draco- *gulp*
Harry- Draco, my love! ::glomps poor Draco::
Leevee- ::storms in:: Un-Conscious Leevee! Quit tormenting Dray-chan! ::notices exactly who is glomping 'Dray-chan':: AND GET POTTER OUTTA MY SIGHT!!!!
UCL- Eep! ::grabs Harry and jumps into plot hole::
Draco- ::brushes off his all-black outfit that looks suspiciously like Snake's assassin gear:: Anyway, Leevee owns nothing you recognize. JK Rowling owns what you do recognize. Except the title. That's from Ireland, by…uh… Garth Brooks? There. Now it's done.
The Dragon of Death
Chapter 2: We are forty against hundreds/In someone else's bloody war/We know not why we're fighting/Or what we're dying for
Begin Chapter Two
"How the hell does Lucius Malfoy know I'm alive?!"
Tomas scowled at me. "I wouldn't know." Somehow, through his very tone, he implied that it was my fault, and I had screwed up. Me, the great Snake. Like that's possible.
Either way, I glared at him "Here's another thing. Why, exactly, did you not care to inform me that Blake and his parental units are, how do you say, alive?"
"Well, first of all, you have as much of a clue as to why Arrow and Strife have records. Secondly, you had no real need to know this. It quite possibly could distract you from your missions."
"I... had…no need to know this?!?! What a heartless bastard you are, dear elder." Thankfully, for the state of my well being, he either didn't hear the last part, or chose to ignore it.
"Yes, you had no need to know. But the main reason I didn't tell you is because they did die."
This, of course, only served to confuse me further. "Then why would Lucifer- err, Lucius have files on them?"
He gave me one of his Haven't-you-figured-it-out-yet-genius-boy looks, and followed it up, as I knew he would. "I said that they died. I never said they were still dead." He paused, reconsidering. "Or, at least that Blake is still dead."
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This would represent the two pages of drawings I did in the middle of the story. I get bored easily.
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I gaped at him, my mouth open wide enough for me to worry about catching flies. "But... resurrection is impossible!" And then, another thought hit me, although not hard enough to knock me over. "How, exactly, do you know this, anyway?"
"I went and saw him this morning."
Glare, courtesy of moi. "What?! And you didn't take me?!"
He, being the moronic jackass that he is, shrugged. "You were on your mission."
I fought for control over myself, before I did something silly, like ripping his head off. Unfortunately enough for him, myself was winning. "Do you really think that matters to me?"
"No, but it does matter to me."
"Do I look like I care about what matters to you? Huh, do I?!" My voice was rising, and my temper followed behind it meekly.
His eyes narrowed. "Watch yourself, brother." He stood up, and walked around his desk to stare down at me. "You really don't feel like getting on my bad side today, do you?"
I rolled my eyes, and opened my mouth to make a sarcastic comment that probably wouldn't have been a smart one, only to snap it shut as he threw a packet down in front of me. Goody, goody, another freakin' mission. I'm just flippin ecstatic.
I sighed, picked it up, and counted the sheets that it held. Eight. I gave another sigh, glanced at my brother, and in a bored tone asked, "Death, dismemberment, recruitment, threat, information, manipulation, or other?" The first thing you learn at assassin school is to ask what type of mission it is. Well, you learn that after you learn where the toilets are, but still. According to the archives, only two missions had ever fallen under 'other' and both of them are uncompleted to this day, but it's customary to include that in the options.
"Mix."
I raised an eyebrow and spoke, voice dripping with sarcasm. "No, really? I would have never figured that out."
He glared at me. He does that a lot, you'll notice. "Just get those eight," he gestured to the packet, "to The Place on the blue moon."
I stared at him, feeling nothing but disbelief flow through my veins. Well, that and blood, but anyway. "The Place on a blue moon?! Have you completely LOST IT?!?!"
That earned me yet another patented Death Glare from my dear niichan. "May I continue?" I nodded mutely. "You and the eight others will be transported to another plane and then you'll be able to deal with them as their papers read."
I wondered, briefly, if the plane flew, before realizing the ludicrously of his plan. I'm sooo sure I'll be able to deal with eight talented magickers. Me, the magic-less Muggle-murdering Malfoy. Yep. That'll be easy…
Suddenly, another thought came to me, that made me stop insulting myself and concentrate on this one, overwhelmingly significant detail: "Isn't the blue moon tonight?"
He looked, to my extreme shock, to be mildly surprised. "Why yes, I suppose it is."
"Kuso."
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Ya know, I just had a very disturbing image of Percy tutoring people in speaking proper English. Curse that damn "I Love Lucy" episode! Curse it!!!
Eeep! 'Nother bad image: Farfello (from Weiß Kreuz) as a punk rocker. *shudders* It seemed so real… *shudder*
I reeeeeaaaaaallllllyyyy need to stop watching TV at 2:00 AM. But I can't go on the computer until my female parental unit goes to bed. Damn it all…
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