Out early, but I got impatient with. . . well, waiting.
Queen Kat: I know it's a little jumpy, but that's just how my brain works. I actually have a paper with all the characters on it and their descriptions and what they are, who soulmates are. . . Or else I'd be reeeeally confused. If ya want I could cut some info you don't know and send it to you, might help. Transition chapters *are* necessary, which is why I write them and not change them. Whatever happens to Red and San happens, and I can't stop it. Lol. They have their own mind lately.
Enigma Chapter 13
Assassins lead a dangerous life, especially when they did a job out of curiosity instead of payment.
Ashk Percussor stood still in the shadows of a tree, watching the Dragon Prince stare at the magnetic vortex. She had never seen an expression of such intent on any face before.
She watched as he stepped forward into the swirling colors, as he stepped into the Human world and the portal closed around him.
Why was the portal still open? she wondered, stretching navy blue strands of power out into the forest, searching for breathing creatures. Absolutely nothing. She stepped into the vortex and into the Human realm.
@~`~~,~~
Lifting herself back to her feet took longer than Raksha had expected. By the time she had opened the door and fled outside, the witch fire was going back at Thyr, the ball growing with each moment. The scene had happened quicker than in the vision, as well.
Raksha called to her power within, and then watched as a black power leapt around Thyr like a giant bubble that absorbed the fire when it struck. Both heads spun and looked at Raksha in amazement.
"Good girl," Shiya purred and walked up to Raksha with an evil grin on her face. She turned to Thyr and barked, "Leave."
Thyr glanced between the two girls as the Guardian replaced her dagger in her jacket. Worry filled her eyes and she looked at Raksha questioningly.
Raksha nodded and said, "I can handle it," with a reassuring smile.
The red-head frowned and turned around, walking away from the Guardian and witch.
Leading the Guardian in, Raksha went back into the door and walked to the dining room table, sat down, and watched as the other girl did as well. They faced each other, violet eyes studying and neutral, black eyes the same.
"Why are you here?" Raksha finally asked, shifting in the wooden chair.
Shiya smiled, flashing white teeth. "Nice place you have." She took off the leather coat and got comfortable in the chair, doing a once over at all the glass and wood.
Raksha eyed her warily and said, "Cut the crap and get to the chase."
The Guardian chuckled and said slowly, "We-the Guardians that is-know of Jake and your heritage. And that you two are twins and no one knows that." A pause. "Half Dragon and half witch, you are both quite powerful individuals." There was a mischievous smile in her eyes.
Raksha's eyes were wide. "H-how do you know?" she stuttered.
A small shrug. "I've been alive long enough to know your mother when she came and visited," she said simply.
After the shock vanished, she asked, "What do you want?" once more.
"It's not exactly a matter of want, but a matter of need," Shiya drawled, glancing down at her black fingernails. She studied the tips intently.
Raksha felt a flare of frustration rocket through her. "Ok, then, what do you *need*?"
"I don't need it, darling. Someone else does. And patience *is* a virtue."
"Shiya, just spit it out already," she snarled, violet eyes flaming.
The other girl froze momentarily and looked sharply at Raksha. "How'd you know my name? I've never given it to the circle, you just know of me," she stated softly.
Hesitant, Raksha responded, "I have visions and had one before you showed here."
The black eyes filled with thought as the head cocked to the side. "Oh. I had forgotten about your unique gift from your father."
"Most do. Now what is needed?" Raksha asked, trying to reign in her frustration.
Shiya made a small noise and crossed her arms, leaning the elbows on the table in front of her to study the half dragon's reaction. "The portal San used to enter this realm is opened for good. It needs to be closed for good once San has crossed back over. . . or not. She can stay here, after all." Something dangerous flickered in the black endless eyes.
"I'll talk to Jake," Raksha said after a minute of thinking. The Guardian smiled, stood while flicking a card with a number scrawled on it onto the table, and left without a goodbye.
@~`~~,~~
"I can't go back," San insisted, staring at Laden with disbelief coursing through her body. She had worked so hard for this life, so live in a new realm and away from the cruelty of Dragons. . .
"You have to, there is no other choice," Laden said quietly.
"But I can't! There's. . . someone there that was going after me, trying to kill me. . ." she trailed off. She twitched the hem of her shirt and studied the coffee table. The noise of Slyve in the kitchen could be heard, making tea or some other Human food.
Narrowed cat eyes studied her. "Who? Just tell Red and he'll destroy them, one way or another," he said simply.
"But it isn't that simple. I'm the Silver Dragon, he's the Red Dragon, and she's the Blue Dragon," she said softly, fingering still going over the cotton of the shirt. "She's an assassin, the best in Untopia."
Recognition flared in his eyes. "Oh, *her*. In Untopia you can be killed without the powers unbalancing, because your essence will still be in that realm and passed onto another. But here, it stays here, and the powers will be unbalanced. He can have her killed."
San lifted pale green eyes and met the cat-like ones. "She is *the* Assassin. If she doesn't want to be seen, she won't be. If you're paranoid, you'll see her. If you look, all you see is shadow." A pause. "Ash is night and devoid of light, burned the bright light that illuminates shadows, that's why Ashk was nicknamed Cineres Percussor-ash by the assassin. You expect someone to sneak up on her, how, exactly?"
Laden didn't have an answer, and that was obvious in his carefully blank expression.
"And it's not just that-there, I can't be me. I'm a peasant, but he wants me to be Queen. I can't be Queen," she finished softly.
"Your summary doesn't do me justice," a dark voice said from the now opened door, tones enlaced with wind and fire.
San and Laden turned to face the Blue Dragon, sibling of Death itself.
@~`~~,~~
Review, please! I don't even mind flames. Actually, I love em.
Queen Kat: I know it's a little jumpy, but that's just how my brain works. I actually have a paper with all the characters on it and their descriptions and what they are, who soulmates are. . . Or else I'd be reeeeally confused. If ya want I could cut some info you don't know and send it to you, might help. Transition chapters *are* necessary, which is why I write them and not change them. Whatever happens to Red and San happens, and I can't stop it. Lol. They have their own mind lately.
Enigma Chapter 13
Assassins lead a dangerous life, especially when they did a job out of curiosity instead of payment.
Ashk Percussor stood still in the shadows of a tree, watching the Dragon Prince stare at the magnetic vortex. She had never seen an expression of such intent on any face before.
She watched as he stepped forward into the swirling colors, as he stepped into the Human world and the portal closed around him.
Why was the portal still open? she wondered, stretching navy blue strands of power out into the forest, searching for breathing creatures. Absolutely nothing. She stepped into the vortex and into the Human realm.
@~`~~,~~
Lifting herself back to her feet took longer than Raksha had expected. By the time she had opened the door and fled outside, the witch fire was going back at Thyr, the ball growing with each moment. The scene had happened quicker than in the vision, as well.
Raksha called to her power within, and then watched as a black power leapt around Thyr like a giant bubble that absorbed the fire when it struck. Both heads spun and looked at Raksha in amazement.
"Good girl," Shiya purred and walked up to Raksha with an evil grin on her face. She turned to Thyr and barked, "Leave."
Thyr glanced between the two girls as the Guardian replaced her dagger in her jacket. Worry filled her eyes and she looked at Raksha questioningly.
Raksha nodded and said, "I can handle it," with a reassuring smile.
The red-head frowned and turned around, walking away from the Guardian and witch.
Leading the Guardian in, Raksha went back into the door and walked to the dining room table, sat down, and watched as the other girl did as well. They faced each other, violet eyes studying and neutral, black eyes the same.
"Why are you here?" Raksha finally asked, shifting in the wooden chair.
Shiya smiled, flashing white teeth. "Nice place you have." She took off the leather coat and got comfortable in the chair, doing a once over at all the glass and wood.
Raksha eyed her warily and said, "Cut the crap and get to the chase."
The Guardian chuckled and said slowly, "We-the Guardians that is-know of Jake and your heritage. And that you two are twins and no one knows that." A pause. "Half Dragon and half witch, you are both quite powerful individuals." There was a mischievous smile in her eyes.
Raksha's eyes were wide. "H-how do you know?" she stuttered.
A small shrug. "I've been alive long enough to know your mother when she came and visited," she said simply.
After the shock vanished, she asked, "What do you want?" once more.
"It's not exactly a matter of want, but a matter of need," Shiya drawled, glancing down at her black fingernails. She studied the tips intently.
Raksha felt a flare of frustration rocket through her. "Ok, then, what do you *need*?"
"I don't need it, darling. Someone else does. And patience *is* a virtue."
"Shiya, just spit it out already," she snarled, violet eyes flaming.
The other girl froze momentarily and looked sharply at Raksha. "How'd you know my name? I've never given it to the circle, you just know of me," she stated softly.
Hesitant, Raksha responded, "I have visions and had one before you showed here."
The black eyes filled with thought as the head cocked to the side. "Oh. I had forgotten about your unique gift from your father."
"Most do. Now what is needed?" Raksha asked, trying to reign in her frustration.
Shiya made a small noise and crossed her arms, leaning the elbows on the table in front of her to study the half dragon's reaction. "The portal San used to enter this realm is opened for good. It needs to be closed for good once San has crossed back over. . . or not. She can stay here, after all." Something dangerous flickered in the black endless eyes.
"I'll talk to Jake," Raksha said after a minute of thinking. The Guardian smiled, stood while flicking a card with a number scrawled on it onto the table, and left without a goodbye.
@~`~~,~~
"I can't go back," San insisted, staring at Laden with disbelief coursing through her body. She had worked so hard for this life, so live in a new realm and away from the cruelty of Dragons. . .
"You have to, there is no other choice," Laden said quietly.
"But I can't! There's. . . someone there that was going after me, trying to kill me. . ." she trailed off. She twitched the hem of her shirt and studied the coffee table. The noise of Slyve in the kitchen could be heard, making tea or some other Human food.
Narrowed cat eyes studied her. "Who? Just tell Red and he'll destroy them, one way or another," he said simply.
"But it isn't that simple. I'm the Silver Dragon, he's the Red Dragon, and she's the Blue Dragon," she said softly, fingering still going over the cotton of the shirt. "She's an assassin, the best in Untopia."
Recognition flared in his eyes. "Oh, *her*. In Untopia you can be killed without the powers unbalancing, because your essence will still be in that realm and passed onto another. But here, it stays here, and the powers will be unbalanced. He can have her killed."
San lifted pale green eyes and met the cat-like ones. "She is *the* Assassin. If she doesn't want to be seen, she won't be. If you're paranoid, you'll see her. If you look, all you see is shadow." A pause. "Ash is night and devoid of light, burned the bright light that illuminates shadows, that's why Ashk was nicknamed Cineres Percussor-ash by the assassin. You expect someone to sneak up on her, how, exactly?"
Laden didn't have an answer, and that was obvious in his carefully blank expression.
"And it's not just that-there, I can't be me. I'm a peasant, but he wants me to be Queen. I can't be Queen," she finished softly.
"Your summary doesn't do me justice," a dark voice said from the now opened door, tones enlaced with wind and fire.
San and Laden turned to face the Blue Dragon, sibling of Death itself.
@~`~~,~~
Review, please! I don't even mind flames. Actually, I love em.