Stranger in the Night
Yes, I'm back again, even though I didn't get too many reviews. *sobs* I can't be that
bad can I?
*Disclaimer: * I don't own any of the POTS series. They all belong to T. Pierce. So
please don't even attempt to sue. If you do, all you'll get is my pencil, some pocket lint,
and the occasional yo- yo. I do claim any and all OCs however and my plot.
******
Kel entered the palace, for the first time fully conscious. It was grand and magnificent,
she saw, even larger than King Jonathan's in Corus. It would have been beautiful had it
not been evil.
Once inside the castle though, Dohmon and she parted ways. Some 10 guards took
Dohmon to the right and the remaining roughly guided Kel to the left. This passageway
was straight, but it sloped down; the air became steadily colder and it became
increasingly dark. Kel however ignored the cold and dark but instead concentrated on
how to escape. All the plans that ran through her head were worse than the last. But she
was also worried about Dohmon. She had an idea of what someone like the Youkai could
and would do to someone who defied him, brother or no.
After what seemed like hours of silent walking, they finally came to a pair of simple but
heavy wooden doors. The lead guard opened them and motioned for the others to follow
him. Inside the room stood only the Youkai, garbed in splendid violet robes and wearing
a matching violet mask.
"Now girl," he hissed, advancing on her menacingly. "Now, I will truly succeed!" He
raised his hands, the fingers glowing with green magic.
"Stop!"
"Dohmon?" cried Kel.
"Dohmon," hissed Mokuba. "Dohmon, what are you doing here? How did you escape?"
"Simple," replied Dohmon easily. "Really Mokuba, your guards just aren't up to
standard. I came to somewhere in this labyrinth of yours. I magicked my bonds off and
had a merry fight with my escort. It really was an easy matter." Dohmon's eyes narrowed
and he became more serious.
"Mokuba," he said quietly. "Why are you using her for evil? If you must use her use her
at least for good. We can find out what happened to our parents…"
Mokuba laughed.
"Fool," Mokuba whispered. "You still do not know what happened to our parents?"
"You do?" Dohmon said, shocked.
"Yes- for it was I, I who killed them!" Mokuba laughed again, a ringing, hollow,
mirthless laugh.
"Mokuba- why?" whispered Dohmon unbelievingly. "You killed your own parents?"
"Yes. In the course of my studies, I came across a powerful mage, descended from Roger
of Conte himself ((Let's say it's Roger's bastard)). He tought me so much. He taught me
all I know now." Mokuba accompanied this statement by sorrounding himself with a
green energy. "But you see, I had heard rumors of a great, ancient spell that rested with
our parents.
"How had I never heard of this? Surely, our parents would have told me at least, if not
you. But I had to know. First I researched it. The spell was guarded by our parents, so
deeply that there was no way to wrest it from them except by killing them first."
Mokuba smiled. "And so- I did! And I have no regrets, none at all!"
Dohmon was staring speechless at his brother. "No- no, Mokuba, you speak lies," he
managed out. "Please, Mokuba, tell me it's not the truth!"
"It is," said Mokuba unforgivingly, looking down on his younger brother. "Cast your
mind back to that night. Remember it was a green force that took them. That was my
magic. I did not kill you then because you were my younger brother and of no
consequence if you lived. But now- I can get rid of both you and get my Fire Flower
Jewel!"
"Not if we can help it!" came a chorus of very familiar voices…
"Raoul!" yelled Kel in disbelief. "Dom- Neal- how'd you get here?"
Dohmon grinned. "One thing I didn't tell you- I sent for them to help me in our fight
against the Youkai."
"You can never defeat me!" cried Mokuba. He took up arms and called his courtiers,
similarly armed.
They engaged in battle. Kel was here then there, her sword flashing in and out of the
courtiers. Everytime they killed one however, there was another one waiting to take its
place. Raoul was fighting happily, a grin on his face, as man after man went down under
his unforgiving sword.
Kel did not tire. Every time she faltered she reminded herself that she was protecting the
kingdom. But still the battle raged on.
Finally, after an incredible amount of time, every courtier was defeated. Neal was nursing
a wound on his leg. Dom had ripped off his shirt and used it to bind a cut on his chest
together. Raoul's left arm hung useless, and his face was twisted in pain, although he had
used his tunic to construct a make- shift sling for his arm. Kel could feel blood trickling
from various, though minor, cuts on her face and body.
"Kel- everyone- get back!" Dohmon shouted. "This is a battle between mages!"
The company stared as the Youkai and Dohmon fought. They sent bolts of magic at each
other, like fiery arrows. Some found their marks while others missed. The battle between
the two went on… and on. Neither looked to be stronger than the other. Until, that is, the
Youkai decided to end the battle.
"Now I will show you my true power!" he hissed. He raised his hands high above his
head and a huge ball of green magic formed. He flung the immense globe at Dohmon.
He dodged.
"What?" shouted the Youkai. "Impossible!"
Then, the Youkai sent a steady stream of light green magic and Dohmon. Dohmon
countered with an identical, dark- green stream of his own. The two streams met in mid-
air. Neither one overtook the other.
With a yell, Dohmon pushed even more strength into his magic. It conquered the
Youkai's magic and pushed him to the ground.
"And so, just as you killed our parents, so I will kill you!" Dohmon said, standing above
his older brother.
"No, Dohmon- stop," cut in Kel. "We can imprison him here in Tortall. It will be less
merciful than killing him now."
Dohmon nodded and reluctantly stepped back. "If you say so," he replied.
Immediately, Raoul and Dom somehow managed to tie ropes around the Youkai.
**
Before they left the palace, Dohmon stopped Kel.
"There's just one more thing to take care of," he said. "Open your shirt." ((No hentai
comments please!!))
"Excuse me?" Kel exclaimed. "I like you, Dohmon, but not that much…"
"No, I mean," started Dohmon, flaming red. "Open your shirt a little bit so I can take the
power of the Key from you. I'll put in in here." He held up a small, clear rock. "That way
you can be unburdened forever."
Kel, still reluctant, opened her shirt a tiny ways. Dohmon told her to open it a little more.
Finally, she ripped the top part open, till her breast- bindings were slightly exposed.
Dohmon reached out a hand and actually went *inside* her skin. When he pulled his arm
back, he held a red, glowing, medium- sized ball of energy.
"This is the power that can unlock the Fire Flower Jewel," said Dohmon, even as the
clear rock in his other hand turned red. "And now no one can use its power."
"Thank you Dohmon," whispered Kel.
"Thank me for nothing. Now I must go," said Dohmon, and with a last swift kiss,
Dohmon disappeared in a green smoke.
***********************
Yikes, what a short chapter! Anyway, this is the end and I know there are some major
problems. 1) I think I might've made Kel too much like the helpless little girl. And 2) this
last part may have had too much to do with the OCs rather than Kel, but blame it all on
anime, I've been watching too much and I get influenced by it. And 3) the ending was too
abrupt and sudden but I couldn't think of any other ending. If you are dissatisfied you are
free to *kindly* point out to me how you would have liked this to end. I think I'm gonna
wait until after I read LK to write another T. Pierce fic. So please R+R but don't be too
mean. Ja ne!
Yes, I'm back again, even though I didn't get too many reviews. *sobs* I can't be that
bad can I?
*Disclaimer: * I don't own any of the POTS series. They all belong to T. Pierce. So
please don't even attempt to sue. If you do, all you'll get is my pencil, some pocket lint,
and the occasional yo- yo. I do claim any and all OCs however and my plot.
******
Kel entered the palace, for the first time fully conscious. It was grand and magnificent,
she saw, even larger than King Jonathan's in Corus. It would have been beautiful had it
not been evil.
Once inside the castle though, Dohmon and she parted ways. Some 10 guards took
Dohmon to the right and the remaining roughly guided Kel to the left. This passageway
was straight, but it sloped down; the air became steadily colder and it became
increasingly dark. Kel however ignored the cold and dark but instead concentrated on
how to escape. All the plans that ran through her head were worse than the last. But she
was also worried about Dohmon. She had an idea of what someone like the Youkai could
and would do to someone who defied him, brother or no.
After what seemed like hours of silent walking, they finally came to a pair of simple but
heavy wooden doors. The lead guard opened them and motioned for the others to follow
him. Inside the room stood only the Youkai, garbed in splendid violet robes and wearing
a matching violet mask.
"Now girl," he hissed, advancing on her menacingly. "Now, I will truly succeed!" He
raised his hands, the fingers glowing with green magic.
"Stop!"
"Dohmon?" cried Kel.
"Dohmon," hissed Mokuba. "Dohmon, what are you doing here? How did you escape?"
"Simple," replied Dohmon easily. "Really Mokuba, your guards just aren't up to
standard. I came to somewhere in this labyrinth of yours. I magicked my bonds off and
had a merry fight with my escort. It really was an easy matter." Dohmon's eyes narrowed
and he became more serious.
"Mokuba," he said quietly. "Why are you using her for evil? If you must use her use her
at least for good. We can find out what happened to our parents…"
Mokuba laughed.
"Fool," Mokuba whispered. "You still do not know what happened to our parents?"
"You do?" Dohmon said, shocked.
"Yes- for it was I, I who killed them!" Mokuba laughed again, a ringing, hollow,
mirthless laugh.
"Mokuba- why?" whispered Dohmon unbelievingly. "You killed your own parents?"
"Yes. In the course of my studies, I came across a powerful mage, descended from Roger
of Conte himself ((Let's say it's Roger's bastard)). He tought me so much. He taught me
all I know now." Mokuba accompanied this statement by sorrounding himself with a
green energy. "But you see, I had heard rumors of a great, ancient spell that rested with
our parents.
"How had I never heard of this? Surely, our parents would have told me at least, if not
you. But I had to know. First I researched it. The spell was guarded by our parents, so
deeply that there was no way to wrest it from them except by killing them first."
Mokuba smiled. "And so- I did! And I have no regrets, none at all!"
Dohmon was staring speechless at his brother. "No- no, Mokuba, you speak lies," he
managed out. "Please, Mokuba, tell me it's not the truth!"
"It is," said Mokuba unforgivingly, looking down on his younger brother. "Cast your
mind back to that night. Remember it was a green force that took them. That was my
magic. I did not kill you then because you were my younger brother and of no
consequence if you lived. But now- I can get rid of both you and get my Fire Flower
Jewel!"
"Not if we can help it!" came a chorus of very familiar voices…
"Raoul!" yelled Kel in disbelief. "Dom- Neal- how'd you get here?"
Dohmon grinned. "One thing I didn't tell you- I sent for them to help me in our fight
against the Youkai."
"You can never defeat me!" cried Mokuba. He took up arms and called his courtiers,
similarly armed.
They engaged in battle. Kel was here then there, her sword flashing in and out of the
courtiers. Everytime they killed one however, there was another one waiting to take its
place. Raoul was fighting happily, a grin on his face, as man after man went down under
his unforgiving sword.
Kel did not tire. Every time she faltered she reminded herself that she was protecting the
kingdom. But still the battle raged on.
Finally, after an incredible amount of time, every courtier was defeated. Neal was nursing
a wound on his leg. Dom had ripped off his shirt and used it to bind a cut on his chest
together. Raoul's left arm hung useless, and his face was twisted in pain, although he had
used his tunic to construct a make- shift sling for his arm. Kel could feel blood trickling
from various, though minor, cuts on her face and body.
"Kel- everyone- get back!" Dohmon shouted. "This is a battle between mages!"
The company stared as the Youkai and Dohmon fought. They sent bolts of magic at each
other, like fiery arrows. Some found their marks while others missed. The battle between
the two went on… and on. Neither looked to be stronger than the other. Until, that is, the
Youkai decided to end the battle.
"Now I will show you my true power!" he hissed. He raised his hands high above his
head and a huge ball of green magic formed. He flung the immense globe at Dohmon.
He dodged.
"What?" shouted the Youkai. "Impossible!"
Then, the Youkai sent a steady stream of light green magic and Dohmon. Dohmon
countered with an identical, dark- green stream of his own. The two streams met in mid-
air. Neither one overtook the other.
With a yell, Dohmon pushed even more strength into his magic. It conquered the
Youkai's magic and pushed him to the ground.
"And so, just as you killed our parents, so I will kill you!" Dohmon said, standing above
his older brother.
"No, Dohmon- stop," cut in Kel. "We can imprison him here in Tortall. It will be less
merciful than killing him now."
Dohmon nodded and reluctantly stepped back. "If you say so," he replied.
Immediately, Raoul and Dom somehow managed to tie ropes around the Youkai.
**
Before they left the palace, Dohmon stopped Kel.
"There's just one more thing to take care of," he said. "Open your shirt." ((No hentai
comments please!!))
"Excuse me?" Kel exclaimed. "I like you, Dohmon, but not that much…"
"No, I mean," started Dohmon, flaming red. "Open your shirt a little bit so I can take the
power of the Key from you. I'll put in in here." He held up a small, clear rock. "That way
you can be unburdened forever."
Kel, still reluctant, opened her shirt a tiny ways. Dohmon told her to open it a little more.
Finally, she ripped the top part open, till her breast- bindings were slightly exposed.
Dohmon reached out a hand and actually went *inside* her skin. When he pulled his arm
back, he held a red, glowing, medium- sized ball of energy.
"This is the power that can unlock the Fire Flower Jewel," said Dohmon, even as the
clear rock in his other hand turned red. "And now no one can use its power."
"Thank you Dohmon," whispered Kel.
"Thank me for nothing. Now I must go," said Dohmon, and with a last swift kiss,
Dohmon disappeared in a green smoke.
***********************
Yikes, what a short chapter! Anyway, this is the end and I know there are some major
problems. 1) I think I might've made Kel too much like the helpless little girl. And 2) this
last part may have had too much to do with the OCs rather than Kel, but blame it all on
anime, I've been watching too much and I get influenced by it. And 3) the ending was too
abrupt and sudden but I couldn't think of any other ending. If you are dissatisfied you are
free to *kindly* point out to me how you would have liked this to end. I think I'm gonna
wait until after I read LK to write another T. Pierce fic. So please R+R but don't be too
mean. Ja ne!