Darker Phoenix
Chapter One
Disclaimer: I only own Genesis.
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Dripping noises interrupted her sleep. The world had changed quite drastically since she had fainted. This couldn't be Hell. Hell wasn't this comfortable. 'Just risk a peak Genesis. You've nothing to lose now.', she thought, and eased herself from her rigid position. Slowly, she let the light filter to her eyes. The place was completely alien, not to mention quite blurred. Blobs of white fluffy things seemed to line the room, each curtained almost entirely by some sort of flowing material. Attempting to move, Genesis let out a low moan. Her body ached through and through. Slowly, the blurry vision began to fall into place. The blobs formed into beds, and the curtains seemed silk. Turning around, Genesis was alarmed to see her bed flanked on both sides by adults. Witches and wizards undoubtedly. Most likely full-fledged aurors, the lot. A particularly elderly wizard sat directly to her right, practically looming above her. 'Am I to be brought to, only to die in the hands of these people?', thought Genesis. The elderly man now gazed forlornly at her. 'What you old bat? Never seen a girl before? Well, look around and you might be enlightened.', she yelled mentally. Now, he shook his head, and Genesis felt her annoyance build.
"You're awake child. How do you feel?", he asked. Genesis rolled her eyes as best she could without making herself dizzy. 'Oh, brilliant deduction Sherlock!', she crowed silently.
"Sublime, Mr?", she answered. Her was a steady harmonious, cold sound.
"Dumbledore. Albus Dumbledore. You were brought here quite unexpectedly. Grace us with your name." Genesis looked away. 'Boring old bat. Since when was seventeenth century English in fashion? What was her name to him? No harm in telling though. No one knew her.'
"Genesis Phoenix."
"Pardon me?", said Dumbledore apparently puzzled. 'Bloody hell!', she mused.
"My name is Genesis Phoenix!", she replied, deliberately slow and clear, like a parent would speak to a three year old child. The woman on her left scowled. Genesis could tell she was about to speak when the so-called Dumbledore figure stopped her.
"Calm, Minerva.", implied the old wizard. 'Ah! A capital idea!', Genesis cheered silently. Dumbledore turned back to the girl. "You must be tired. We'll leave you for the night. Tomorrow morning I shall visit you again and fill you in a bit on your current position. Sleep well, Little Phoenix." Genesis ogled at him. No one called her that! Not since... Genesis shuddered, blocking out the memory. The figures of Dumbledore, Minerva and the others rose to leave. In all, Genesis counted six. Sighing, she curled up in the blankets. How warm they felt. She had not been so pampered for a long time. Eventually sleep overtook her, and Genesis was tumbled into another dream filled slumber.
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The scarlet robes swished around her. The man loomed above her. "Ah, Little Phoenix! Delighted. I haven't seen you since you were this little.", said the man, gesturing to his waist. Genesis grinned at the man. He was her Lord. His name? She didn't know, no one told her. "Little Phoenix, I have a task for you."
"My Lord, I am at your command." The man beamed at her. His features lightened immensely, and he looked positively charming.
"My Little Phoenix, what I ask of you is a difficult feat. No one but you can do so. You are a last hope to us."
"Why my Lord?", questioned Genesis. She was only eight years old. How could she understand?
"Don't you know? Little Phoenix, you are a Queen. You are our Crown Jewel. A princess of the highest degree. You are to take my place! I won't be around forever." Genesis gazed puzzled at him.
"I don't understand Sir. Why me?"
"My Little Phoenix. You are born from royal blood, and have now reached the age of knowledge. Little Phoenix, you are a phoenix! You can transform! You do not need to trap yourself within that human body. It is a weak citadel. It will fail you. Be the Phoenix, little one!" Genesis stared at her own arms and hands with awe. She was a phoenix! Double score! But her Lord wasn't finished. "But, dear Phoenix. We must let you go. No Queen can be a Queen without a test." Genesis smiled sweetly to the man. She trusted him.
"What must I do?", she whispered. Her Lord swept her towards a table. On it laid a map of a most intricate design.
"Do you know what this is, Little Phoenix?", the girl shook her head. "It is a map of the four Great Worlds. We are here.", he said pointing at the orb that was outlined in crimson. "This is the Higher World.", gesturing to the blue. "And this is the Underworld.", he stated pointing to the black. The little girl stood on her toes to glimpse the map.
"But sir, what is this?", she asked pointing to the green circle. "That, my Little Phoenix, is your task."
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Genesis awoke in cold sweat. Not that dream again. Not the man. The man in red. She was mortally afraid of him. Of him and the damned task. Nine years now, almost ten. So long has she been haunted by the Task. The ultimate task.
"Genesis?", the girl leapt into the air, half shocked and composed herself before her feet touched the ground. A swift spin was executed followed by a kick. Then, something else shocked her, the boy - young man responded blocking her advances and sparring her. Genesis let her defenses down.
"Who are you?", she asked, sitting on her bed.
"Sable Black."
"Oh, so basically your name means black-black. Well, Mr. Black. You've got to come up with something better!" The young man looked amused. Genesis ran her gaze up and down. 'Not bad, not bad at all.', she decided. The young man was around her age, maybe a year or two older. He had a physique of a model. Tall, slender but well built - very, very well built. His hair was inky black and his eyes a piercing green. Genesis noted the ponytail with extreme satisfaction. Her immediate impression was an excellent one. 'He's trustworthy.', was all she thought.
"Yeah, black-black. I wonder if it goes in any darker shade. How're you feeling?"
"Not bad. Yourself?"
"Most excellent shape." Genesis eyed him.
"So will you tell me your real name now? Or should I take a far-fetched guess." The boy took a step back. He was obviously hesitating.
"Sable Black.", he whispered. Genesis shrugged.
"If you wish. Now why exactly did you come here?" Sable approached and seated him on the bed opposite hers.
"I want to talk."
"Well... talk then."
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DEAR READERS: Yes, we all know who Sable is. Btw... I've a creeping feeling that I spelt Dumbledore wrong through the entire things. Please tell me if I did. Any other constructive criticism is welcome. Be evil about it and I will curse you into the next millennium.
Disclaimer: I only own Genesis.
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Dripping noises interrupted her sleep. The world had changed quite drastically since she had fainted. This couldn't be Hell. Hell wasn't this comfortable. 'Just risk a peak Genesis. You've nothing to lose now.', she thought, and eased herself from her rigid position. Slowly, she let the light filter to her eyes. The place was completely alien, not to mention quite blurred. Blobs of white fluffy things seemed to line the room, each curtained almost entirely by some sort of flowing material. Attempting to move, Genesis let out a low moan. Her body ached through and through. Slowly, the blurry vision began to fall into place. The blobs formed into beds, and the curtains seemed silk. Turning around, Genesis was alarmed to see her bed flanked on both sides by adults. Witches and wizards undoubtedly. Most likely full-fledged aurors, the lot. A particularly elderly wizard sat directly to her right, practically looming above her. 'Am I to be brought to, only to die in the hands of these people?', thought Genesis. The elderly man now gazed forlornly at her. 'What you old bat? Never seen a girl before? Well, look around and you might be enlightened.', she yelled mentally. Now, he shook his head, and Genesis felt her annoyance build.
"You're awake child. How do you feel?", he asked. Genesis rolled her eyes as best she could without making herself dizzy. 'Oh, brilliant deduction Sherlock!', she crowed silently.
"Sublime, Mr?", she answered. Her was a steady harmonious, cold sound.
"Dumbledore. Albus Dumbledore. You were brought here quite unexpectedly. Grace us with your name." Genesis looked away. 'Boring old bat. Since when was seventeenth century English in fashion? What was her name to him? No harm in telling though. No one knew her.'
"Genesis Phoenix."
"Pardon me?", said Dumbledore apparently puzzled. 'Bloody hell!', she mused.
"My name is Genesis Phoenix!", she replied, deliberately slow and clear, like a parent would speak to a three year old child. The woman on her left scowled. Genesis could tell she was about to speak when the so-called Dumbledore figure stopped her.
"Calm, Minerva.", implied the old wizard. 'Ah! A capital idea!', Genesis cheered silently. Dumbledore turned back to the girl. "You must be tired. We'll leave you for the night. Tomorrow morning I shall visit you again and fill you in a bit on your current position. Sleep well, Little Phoenix." Genesis ogled at him. No one called her that! Not since... Genesis shuddered, blocking out the memory. The figures of Dumbledore, Minerva and the others rose to leave. In all, Genesis counted six. Sighing, she curled up in the blankets. How warm they felt. She had not been so pampered for a long time. Eventually sleep overtook her, and Genesis was tumbled into another dream filled slumber.
*************Dream*****************************************************
The scarlet robes swished around her. The man loomed above her. "Ah, Little Phoenix! Delighted. I haven't seen you since you were this little.", said the man, gesturing to his waist. Genesis grinned at the man. He was her Lord. His name? She didn't know, no one told her. "Little Phoenix, I have a task for you."
"My Lord, I am at your command." The man beamed at her. His features lightened immensely, and he looked positively charming.
"My Little Phoenix, what I ask of you is a difficult feat. No one but you can do so. You are a last hope to us."
"Why my Lord?", questioned Genesis. She was only eight years old. How could she understand?
"Don't you know? Little Phoenix, you are a Queen. You are our Crown Jewel. A princess of the highest degree. You are to take my place! I won't be around forever." Genesis gazed puzzled at him.
"I don't understand Sir. Why me?"
"My Little Phoenix. You are born from royal blood, and have now reached the age of knowledge. Little Phoenix, you are a phoenix! You can transform! You do not need to trap yourself within that human body. It is a weak citadel. It will fail you. Be the Phoenix, little one!" Genesis stared at her own arms and hands with awe. She was a phoenix! Double score! But her Lord wasn't finished. "But, dear Phoenix. We must let you go. No Queen can be a Queen without a test." Genesis smiled sweetly to the man. She trusted him.
"What must I do?", she whispered. Her Lord swept her towards a table. On it laid a map of a most intricate design.
"Do you know what this is, Little Phoenix?", the girl shook her head. "It is a map of the four Great Worlds. We are here.", he said pointing at the orb that was outlined in crimson. "This is the Higher World.", gesturing to the blue. "And this is the Underworld.", he stated pointing to the black. The little girl stood on her toes to glimpse the map.
"But sir, what is this?", she asked pointing to the green circle. "That, my Little Phoenix, is your task."
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Genesis awoke in cold sweat. Not that dream again. Not the man. The man in red. She was mortally afraid of him. Of him and the damned task. Nine years now, almost ten. So long has she been haunted by the Task. The ultimate task.
"Genesis?", the girl leapt into the air, half shocked and composed herself before her feet touched the ground. A swift spin was executed followed by a kick. Then, something else shocked her, the boy - young man responded blocking her advances and sparring her. Genesis let her defenses down.
"Who are you?", she asked, sitting on her bed.
"Sable Black."
"Oh, so basically your name means black-black. Well, Mr. Black. You've got to come up with something better!" The young man looked amused. Genesis ran her gaze up and down. 'Not bad, not bad at all.', she decided. The young man was around her age, maybe a year or two older. He had a physique of a model. Tall, slender but well built - very, very well built. His hair was inky black and his eyes a piercing green. Genesis noted the ponytail with extreme satisfaction. Her immediate impression was an excellent one. 'He's trustworthy.', was all she thought.
"Yeah, black-black. I wonder if it goes in any darker shade. How're you feeling?"
"Not bad. Yourself?"
"Most excellent shape." Genesis eyed him.
"So will you tell me your real name now? Or should I take a far-fetched guess." The boy took a step back. He was obviously hesitating.
"Sable Black.", he whispered. Genesis shrugged.
"If you wish. Now why exactly did you come here?" Sable approached and seated him on the bed opposite hers.
"I want to talk."
"Well... talk then."
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DEAR READERS: Yes, we all know who Sable is. Btw... I've a creeping feeling that I spelt Dumbledore wrong through the entire things. Please tell me if I did. Any other constructive criticism is welcome. Be evil about it and I will curse you into the next millennium.