What if: Myth
By Prinder
Rating: PG 13- R
Disclaimer: I do not own gundam wing or any of its characters. I also do not own Felina or Jasmine they were so gratefully lent to me by my dear role-playing friend Ashley.
Claimer: I DO own Fiora and JinChi, so please don't use them unless you ask me first, thank you.
Warnings: possible death-scenes ahead, blood and gore, and lots of final Character-growth before the ending!
I'd like to take this time to thank all of my wonderful readers, yeah, all… what… twelve of you? (I never thought that I would get so many fans…) *Laughs* I just thought that I would make sure that I answered some questions from the reviews before I got started on this next chapter:
To Sweetlilly, Oh wow, thank you! That really means a lot to me, you have no idea how much! You know, if none of my possible future fics interest you, you can always suggest something else. It's never too late to tell me what you want to see. Oh, and please, if there is anything, ANYTHING AT ALL, that you want to say that could help me improve, please, let me know!
To Mimi, Thank you for reviewing, yes, I think number seven will end up being rather comical too, plus, I don't think that there are many GW fics with a plot line like it. As for number eight, that one is really getting a lot of reviews, I think I just might have struck gold with that one. We'll have to wait and see.
To Kaze, Thank you for the review! It wont be long now and this fic will be finished, I'm so glad that you like it, everything that you reviewers say means so much to me, more then you will ever know. I'll be sure to add your vote to the tally on which fic to do next!
To Ladybug, you know, I think you the only one of my reviewers that wants the Escaflowne/Gundam Wing fic, so far that is. I have to warn you though, that fic will be LONG! Oh good grief, the notes that I have for that thing could run the length of a football field! As for the one were Relena ends up blind, I know, I know, it's been done a million different times and a million different ways, but I'm up to the challenge of putting my own little twists to it. Thank you for your input.
To Darth, *laughing* I take it that you don't like yoai? (That's a duh…) Okay, I'll admit that sometimes the thought of mentioning gays turns people green. But, I've read a few Yoai's (not many, mind you, but I have) and I think it would be a great learning experience on my behalf if I did try writing a gay fiction, but it's purely up to you readers to decide what I'm going to do next. I always do try to respect my fellow author's opinions on how I can improve upon my skills, so, if you (or anyone for that matter) as any tips for me to help make my writings better, please, share them with me!
To DeannaYuy13, Are you SERIOUS? 3:00 AM? Holy cow! Wow, I'm touched, I really don't think that this fic is THAT good…. 3 am…. Wow… I was in shock when I read that, and I still am! Anyways, like I said with Ladybug, every Heero-and-Relena fan fiction writer has overused that idea at LEAST once, even if they might not have ever been actually published on FF.net. I still hope that I manage to tweak the plot enough so that it's not incredibly predictable, if you know what I mean.
To Alexander, Thank you! I'm really trying hard to keep everyone In Character, unfortunately, I don't know if I'm actually succeeding in that or not! I'm glad that you think my fic is awesome and interesting, though, I'll bet anything that you say that to ALL of the writers! *Laughing*
To Chinta, Watch your caps, my friend *laughs* Anyways, thanks for reviewing, I'm happy to know that you like What if:Myth enough to scream it out so everyone can "hear" you.
To Ley, Thank you for your reviews (note the plural…), I think I remember reading some of your stuff once or twice, but I can't be sure… I'll have to check…. Please let me know if there is anything I can do to improve upon myself! ^_^
To Wing Blade, *laughs* Yes, you guessed it all right, but it didn't quite happen the way you expected didn't it? Yes, Heero has the Phoenix, but he is STILL yet to "ride" it, per-say…. This next chapter should solve THAT problem though, just wait and see!
To Chibi-hearts, I'm glad that you're enjoying it! Please feel free to tell me exactly how you think I could improve it.
To Lady Arwen, There are those caps again *laughing* I love cliffhangers, don't you?
Goodness me! Thank you for all of the support! I bet you anything you all just took pity on me when you read my profile… I guess it's time I removed that thing about What if:Myth not being anyone's cup of tea, huh?
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(Notes from me)
Chapter 19
It started out with just simple things, a gray feather on a seagull's wing twitching; the air was moving freely again, the pitter-patter of blood droplets falling to the ground, making ripples in the freestanding red pools below, sounds from far away carrying back to the princesses ears, quickly fallowed by the shouts, yells, and battle cries from the field on which she walked and, suddenly, with what almost looked like a lurch, time jumped, and everything was back to normal, 'Or as normal as this hellish pit could be…' Relena thought bitterly as she picked up speed herself and, with what could have been described as unearthly, she had crossed the distance of ten yards in what felt like, to her at least, mere moments, to the two fighters, and stopped just a few feet in front of them, and she watched.
"Who are you?" Heero's strained voice asked the silver-clad stranger, his cheek pulsating painfully where the swollen, and infected, flesh was cut.
"My name is Zechs Marquise, and you are the Dryad, Heero, am I correct?" the man replied, glaring down at his smaller, but equally powerful, opponent; Dryads were never known to be very tall, unlike their Elvin cousins, who could stand at least a head taller then most humans.
Heero spat on the ground; his had bit the inside of his other cheek when the man, Zechs, had slashed him and he had started to taste the foul, brass-like quality of his own blood. He wasn't very happy that the human was trying to make himself seem superior to him; funny how humans associate height with power, Heero wasn't even all that small really, compared to most of the dryad race, he was rather tall actually; almost standing at five-feet-and-seven-inches. It really was a pity that this human was almost six-foot-two. He didn't bother to waste his breath answering what the man, obviously, knew.
If either of the two fighters knew Relena was there, they didn't acknowledge her until she stepped between them, her arms out-stretched, as if attempting to protect them from each other. "Stop it! I can't let you do this!" she cried, her face set in grim determination.
"Relena, stay out of this." Heero ordered, his eyes piercing her.
"Princess Relena…" Zechs gasped as he took a step back. Though one couldn't see his face, they could tell that he was more then just mildly shocked by the change in the once docile princess. He hadn't expected her to be in this accursed place.
Relena turned her head and looked into the dryad-male's stormy eyes, saying, "Stop it, both of you! Heero, please, you can't fight him--"
"Why?" the dryad interjected.
"--Because, because he's my brother, Heero!" she stammered before getting control of her voice again and turning away to peer up at the white-blonde haired man. "Milliardo, why? Why did you do this? Does Lucrezia know? Did you betray us? Or do you honestly believe what Treize is doing is only right and just? Tell me Brother! Tell me…"
"Relena, I…"
*****
"Quatre! I don't know how much longer Rashid and his men can hold out! We can't destroy all of Treize's army! There're just too many, we can't do it." Jasmine said, starting to doubt herself as she unleashed a volley of crackling blue fire from the end of her staff into the ground, creating a wall of the hellish flames around them and igniting gold-clad men as they tried to charge through it. Their screams were deafening in her hears and clouding her mind like they storms clouded the sky with it's torrential rains.
"Maybe so, but we have to try!" Quatre shouted over his shoulder at her and, after giving her a comforting forced-smile, he mumbled a few choice words from the tome in his hands and large hailstones fell from the smoky, blood red, skies that rained above. "We have to try…" he whispered to himself once more as the echoing cries of the dying filled the magic-user's head yet again, and again, and for the millionth time that day they rumbled inside and out of him, trying to brake his spirit and dampen his gentle heart and the only solace he would receive was when he would utter apologies to the dead.
*****
Within the magical bubble created by those sweet flute notes, Felina and Trowa heard little, if anything at all, of the yells from their fallen victims, but, as Trowa sent arrow upon arrow into the masses that had begun to crowd them, working them into a corner where they wouldn't be able to escape, Felina would falter; her notes wouldn't flow as steadily as before; her breath was shaky and her hands trembled. Fear, irrational fear shook her; being trapped seized her, controlled her, her fears of the cages that could, and would, confine her if they failed scared her beyond all reasoning. And so, it was then, when she played the first wrong note that the enemy brought their vengeance down onto them.
One knight snapped Trowa's bow when the clown-turned-ranger tried to block the swing of the spiked club that was aimed at his head. Felina did her best, dodging a sword, to get them both out, a small magical shield that she had formed in her hand was all that stood between them and the accursed soldiers that had formed a human-net around them.
It wasn't until Trowa took the hunting knife from his boot, which was usually only used for skinning animal hides, and literally cutting their way out of the throng, but not before a blow landed to the back of his head via a metal club. Trowa barely managed to make his way to a small ravine, away from the battle, before he collapsed into unconsciousness.
Poor Felina, shaken and alone, left to protect them and with the only hope within her that was left was in the human that was bleeding slightly on top of his head and passed-out in on the dead ground. She could only cry bitter tears; she didn't want it to end like this. 'One small army of humans and ten keepers of mystic can't face odds as these and expect to survive, can they?' she asked herself as she looked to the raining sky that seemed to be burning at the same time, looking for answers.
*****
He thought he was done for, he wouldn't deny it, but, if anyone was planning on saving him, he wasn't expecting her to do it. But, one has to say, the timing might, or might not, have been the best.
After he had literally been picked up by the scruff of the neck by the burly man dressed in gold, Duo had begun to mentally recite the prayers that Sister Helen had drilled into his head so long ago, as the man's sword's edge crept dangerously closer to the braided man's neck. It wasn't until he began to feel the sharp, searing, pain of the perfectly sharpened blade when two screams were heard. Oddly enough, neither of which was his. The first one, though sounding a tad parched, was female and extremely high and shrill-like, the second, appeared mere seconds after the first as the gold-clad man dropped his blade in shock and sank to his knees, letting Duo's feet finally touch the ground so that he could jerk away, holding his only free hand; as he still somehow managed to keep a hold on his scythe, to his throat, feeling the barely skin-deep gash on the left-hand-side of it.
"That's right, count them blessings, bet ya anything that you can fit 'em all on one hand!" the shrill voice laughed and then grunted when its owner heaved her blade out of the soldier's back, muttering something about "…Rules against this kinda thing…" and "…Is why I didn't want to do this job in the first place!"
"Fiora?" Duo asked, as he looked at her, noting the blood caked onto her clothes, arms, face and the slightly saddened look to her when he made eye contact with her.
"That's what they call me, whadda ya want?" came her tired reply, as she waged war with her next target, she seemed to be attacking with a strong vengeance.
"What, why did you--"
"Are ya gonna stand there all day talkin' or are ya gonna fight?" Fiora shouted, changing the subject, her words knocking him out of his self-induced daze enough to block another attack on himself from one of the dead soldier's buddies.
"That's the third time you've done that, you know." Duo commented, wryly as he cleaved a man in two.
"Done what?" Fiora asked as she gutted another knight.
"Saved my ass, remember? Savin' people isn't exactly what one would call normal pirate behavior." he explained as he laughed, somewhat, bitterly.
"What can I say? I happen to think that a cute ass is worth it!" she laughed, as he turned slightly red as all of his blood rushed up into his head.
"Wh-what?"
"Oh get over yourself! You're cute, but you ain't that cute pal! Just count yourself lucky that I saw what happened and was able to get here in time. We keepers of mystic have ta stick together, ya know!" she replied, trying to justify her actions.
"Whatever you say!"
"Yeah, that's right! Whatever I say!" Fiora exclaimed with a smile that turned into a grimace as she cut into another unfortunate soul that happened to have charged into her blade. 'And to think that this guy's the reason I got dragged into this whole mess to begin with. Oh boy, I can just hear it now, I can just hear Racy and Dare chanting: Fiora's in love! What losers, I don't even think that I like this guy THAT much! Besides that, this ain't any fairy-tale this is real! And hero and heroin don't always have to fall in love for it to be a happy ending after all…' she thought as she growled; she was in the middle of chopping someone's head off and distractions, like thoughts of romance, were not welcome in the times of war.
*****
"Chwun! Steady, you almost knocked me off balance." Wong stated as she shifted her footing on top of the violet colored dragon.
"You would have been able to correct yourself in time." came the floating, wing-less, beast's reply.
"I don't know about that. I am still clumsy with my feet like this." Wong said with a smirk as she flung one of the silver stars down and slashing one of the gold-knights in his face, to be more precise, his right eye.
Chwun took that moment of opportunity to swoop down and scoop him up into her mouth and, after playfully tossing his broken body into the air, swallowing him in one monstrous gulp. She let out a puff of fire from her nostrils as she replied, calmly with, "…I do. Do not underestimate your own self-worth."
"You assume that I do in the first place when, in fact, that is hardly the case. Unfortunately, you know as well as I do, the Chinese society's values of women, such as I, are as much as the price of the slave that I have always been."
"Times will change, JinChi, and there will become a day when all people, old or young, rich or poor, man or woman, will be equal."
"But that is beyond my time--" Wong began to say.
"Maybe, maybe not. Your spirit is young, and it has still much living to do. Be it in this lifetime, or the many ones after it."
"You speak as if you already know, Chwun."
"You assume that I do not. Though our time is quickly passing, we are not fools to what the human race will accomplish in the times after it." Chwun said as she breathed bright orange flames down onto the people below.
"Perhaps there will come a time when I know these things to be true for myself. Chwun, will you be reborn one day also?"
"Maybe, maybe not. One cannot say, though I do not know if I would ever want to be human, your people face so much pain and strife, we dragons care not for such intolerances."
"But you say we will change."
"I did not say that it would be a quick change JinChi. Time will pass and, yes, your kind will change, but so will our world with it, and not always for the better."
The discussion ended there and the two souls, with paths intertwined but for a mere blink of an eye, by the universe's standards, fought their first and last great war. While one would continue to be reborn, the other would simply cease to be. It was a sad day for a war, as no day is ever a joyous one when battles are involved; blood and tears share the battlefield as one in these times, as would they always be.
*****
Wufei had been nothing short of a marvel when in combat, and so, when he saw his enemy's ring-leader, he walked over to him, the glaring fire in his eyes warning friend and foe alike not to cross his path as he marched over to him and said, "…After finding out what you had done, I wanted more then anything for the chance to fight you like this. Treize, all of which you have done will be brought to justice once and for all!" this was Wufei's battle cry as he charged at the corrupt king.
"A touching speech, I have to hand it to you, you have quite a way with works." Treize, dressed in royal blue, calmly mocked the Chinese man as they crossed swords.
"You BASTARD!" Wufei screamed, in a blind rage, as he lunged at him, slashing his sword high, in an attempt to slit the traitor's neck.
"Unbeknownst to you, I have fought a losing battle a few days ago, and I lost it to a man named Dermail." Treize stated as he stepped out of the way of the attack.
"Dermail…!" Wufei's eyes opened slightly at this as he recalled what he had seen and heard in the forest so long ago, uttered by the shadow-walking spirit-eaters:
"Blangzenti galntongmogo thwidknke, fornoutisnsn Dermail-snonjuokong, Fernvernto! Poplomontidn ghtimaeos bjotasjeifnmo." the spirit-eater had said.
'Why is that name so familiar?' Wufei asked him-self as he stared up at his opponent, carefully weighing his odds of actually getting the answers out of him; if what Treize had said was true, then he could quite possibly be under this Dermail's control and merely telling him what to say in order to keep the king-pawn alive.
"Because he was sent to destroy you, oh! That's right, you didn't know that!" Strangely enough, this didn't come from Treize, but a sunny-blonde haired, icy-blue eyed woman.
"What?" Wufei demanded, glaring at her out of the corner of his eye while he mentally cursed himself for letting his guard down.
"Didn't you hear me? I said…" her eyes flashed red and then, within Wufei's mind, he heard: 'He was sent to destroy you…!'
"A witch?" he said, shocked as he took a step back.
She laughed maliciously, "Of course not! I'm a sorceress!" she replied, her eyes flashing again as he was knocked into the wall of a cliff.
Silently, Wufei counted his lucky stars on how he wasn't ON the top of that cliff as he would have surely met his end right then if he had. He stifled a groan of pain as he stood back up, noting that his sword had been thrown and had landed in a bed of rubble just a few paces away from Treize. Wufei seethed with anger as the man began to speak.
"It all makes perfect sense now; my good cousin, Princess Dorothy was enslaved like I was by Dermail, and then she was the being Relena met out in the forest during her ride. I was the one who ordered the army to attack the Long family so long ago--"
"What…?" Wufei gasped, his eyes widening at this news from what he thought was only an enemy of one of his family's allies.
"--When I had but a moment of weakness and, in the process, killed a woman by the name of Meiran who was carrying your sword and was, therefore, mistaken for you. Then I attacked Cinq the first time and then, once it was left unprotected, I attacked again, this time crippling them. Dermail plays his pawns well, I would say." Treize explained, more to himself then to the scholar that had over heard his mutters.
"Meiran!" Wufei gasped out as the face of his dead wife flashed in his mind, almost leaving him completely frozen in place for Treize to run-through with his sword, if not for Meiran's spirit screaming in his head: "MOVE WUFEI!" causing the Chinaman to dodge just in the nick of time.
With nothing to defend himself, with exception of his skills in the martial arts, and two enemies taking their time to close in on him, unless he moved to retrieve his sword then they would either knock him back with a spell or take a swing at him, he had to wonder if this was his fate; to die by the hands that killed his wife.
*****
Things had gone from bad to worse on that battlefield for the Keepers of Mystic; whenever one would start to feel like things were going to go their way again, something would happen that would bring all that hope crashing down. It was at this moment when Quatre and Jasmine were just starting to think that victory was near when they felt within their souls that something was wrong to the south of them and, by turning their heads, they spied Wufei, cornered like a rat between to cats. The two royals shared a look and Jasmine nodded her consent as Quatre, drawing his sword and jumping onto Blastfamous' back, rode off to aid his faltering comrade.
Jasmine, after watching the young king depart, turned and headed for the ravine where she had last seen the two of her comrades climb into, but had never seen them return out of. She was right to be worried, upon arrival, she saw the Dryad-female and the acrobatic-ranger in the mud; caused by the rain that had begun to fall, and the blood, the large amounts of blood, that came from the back of Trowa's head. She ran over to them.
"Oh my god! Is he alright?" she asked urgently as she knelt beside the Dryad and inspected the wounded man.
"I-I-I I don't know! He was hit while we were trying to---" Felina paused to sniff and hiccup, "--and then they just attacked and--" she let out a loud sob as she rubbed her eyes free of the tears that were starting to grow vines up and around her feet, "--we had to get out of there! --So many of them---the clubs, the swords---We were going to be tra--trapped! Trowa--he--he got us out, but he was hit--I don't know what to do! I don't want him to die!" she wailed.
"Please, try to stay calm, everything will be alright. You have to keep yourself under control or we won't be able to do anything to help him, Lady Felina." Jasmine said as she tore off a long strip of cloth from the hem of her robes and used it to try and stop the blood-flow.
"O--okay, I'll try…" Felina said, putting on a smile and forcing her voice back into its usual chirp.
"That's better, now quick, hold this here while I try to heal him…"
*****
"Why, brother, why? What happened while I was gone that made you turn into your own country's enemy?" Relena begged.
"Relena, this is not what you think!" Zechs replied as he removed the silver mask that protected his face, and his identity. "I am trying to stop Treize, from the inside; he has no control over what he's doing!"
"What?"
"Treize's body is under the control of a powerful sorcerer by the name of Dermail, it takes him great effort just to be able to speak without his words being controlled!" Zechs explained.
"And that's why he attacked us then, because he had no way to stop what the sorcerer was trying to do!" Relena said, her eyes widening with shock.
"And his army cannot tell the difference between the real King Treize and the controlled Treize." Heero added as he returned his sword to his belt.
"Correct."
"So, how do we stop him?" Relena asked, relived that both her brother and the Dryad were no longer fighting each other.
"I don't know…" Zechs said as he returned his mask to his face just as a loud roar screeched across the plains and lightning flashed in the sky. "Oh no…! We might be too late…" was all Zechs could gasp as a giant bat-like creature descended from above the storm clouds and began swooping towards them…
*****
Whilst this was happening, not only did the enemy's army flee, but also, the keepers of mystic, looked up from their respective places on the soiled earth and see the hell-beast begin its dive for their fellow companions.
Trowa, who had just barely begun to become aware of his surroundings, shot up from his spot on the ground and rallied the two females that were hovering over him to his side as he said: "This is not the place we have to be right now. They need as much help as they can get over there."
"Right, I know just the thing." Jasmine said as she spun her staff over their heads before slamming one end of it into the ground and making them teleport away.
Quatre and Wufei, too, heard the demonic wail, but, unfortunately, they had other things to take care of first. "This isn't like you at all, Princess Dorothy! You aren't a bad person, so why are you doing this?" Quatre demanded as he dismounted from Blastfamous and raised his blade, ready for her to attack.
"Come now Quatre, you can't be that naïve!" she sneered.
"I'll make a bet with you; I bet that I can defeat you without using any magic, what do you say? Are we on?" Quatre changed the subject.
"I would be most delighted!" she said as she calmly drew her sword and crossed it with his. The match had begun.
Wufei did not waste a beat; he charged for his sword and, after scooping it up, made eye contact with the regal king. "Now that there are no more interruptions, shall we continue?" the Chinaman smirked.
"We shall."
From across the plains came a far different response to the monster that charged down from above.
"WHAT THE HELL IS THAT THING?" Fiora said, dumbstruck, as she gazed up at being that seemingly appeared out of thin air.
"I donno but I don't like it!" Duo said as the fleeing, golden-armored knights ignored his attacks.
"Oh holy mother fuckin'…" Fiora stammered as she followed the demon's flight path, "SHIT! Duo! We gotta bail 'em out! Let's go!" she said as she grabbed the sleeve of his tunic and pulled him along behind her.
"What? What is it? What's goin' on?" Duo cried as he matched pace with the smaller figure as she ran over fallen men's bodies, not bothering to try an avoid stepping on them, as not stepping on them was considered due respect for the dead.
"That thing's aimed for the princess and Heero!"
From above, on Chwun's back, Wong got a clear view of what was going on all around her and so, when that "thing" shot down from the clouds not from her location, she was more then just a little bit shocked.
"What is that, Chwun?" Wong asked, still in awe at its speed.
"The great animal…a being that can change its shape at will." Chwun gasped, smoke bellowing out of her mouth as it gapped open in surprise.
"What is it doing here?"
"It is here to kill your friends by the look of it."
"Not while I still live it won't! Chwun, take us down, we will snap it up in mid-air!" Wong seethed; she lost one friend long ago and she wasn't about to lose anymore anytime soon if she had her way about it. She would die first.
*****
Relena jumped back with surprise as three of her friends appeared in a flash of bight blue light. To say that she wasn't expecting them to just "show up" was an understatement.
"Are, are you all alright?" Jasmine asked, as she looked her fellow princess and the dryad over, wincing slightly at the gash on Heero's face when she saw it.
"We're fine…"
"NOT FOR LONG YA WONT! HIT THE DIRT!" Fiora screamed as she leapt at them, knocking both Heero and Relena down while Duo pushed down the others and covering his head with his hand in a purely instinctual move to protect it and the bat-like creature narrowly missed them by mere inches.
"Oh man! Don't you have the common sense to RUN when something's hell bent on EATING YOU?" Fiora yelled as she quickly pushed herself up off of them, as she landed right on their backs when they all fell down, and quickly dusted herself off as she looked at them and said, "shit, you guys look like fucking hell wormed over!"
"Uh, thanks Fiora, I think." Relena replied as she stood up, after absentmindedly checking to see that she skirts weren't raised in an immodest way. Heero just grunted, his it was his cut cheek that hit the ground first and now it throbbed more painfully then before, he shot the pirate woman a glare as he stood up.
"You ladies okay?" Duo asked as he extended his hands to both of the women, who fell to the ground on either side of Trowa, as they were the only things that were really holding him up, and helped them up.
"Pwa, we're fine."
"Yes, or at least, as fine as we can be, considering the situation at hand." Jasmine added with a grateful smile as she allowed herself to be helped up. Felina nodded in agreement before turning back to Trowa to help him up.
"Ugh! What the hell happened to the back of your head? You look like hell!" Fiora exclaimed.
"He got hit there by a steel club." Felina replied when she realized Trowa didn't seem to be in the mood to talk.
"Guy, I think it's about time we headed for cover--" Duo started to say.
"No." Heero cut in.
"No? Whadda mean 'no'? I don't know about you guys, but RETREATING sure sounds like a good idea to me!" Fiora yelled.
"We have to take a stand, if we run now that thing will just keep on killing. We have no other choice." Heero stated firmly, in his eyes blazed a fire that had never been there until now.
Fiora took a step back as she stammered, "s-s-sure, wh-whatever ya say p-pa-pal!" she gulped and fell silent. 'Something's weird about him all-of-a-sudden and I'm not sure that I like the looks of It.' she thought.
"Look out! It's coming back for another dive!" Felina cried out, making everyone forget the peculiar look in the male dryad's eyes.
"Whoa! Check it out! Chwun's charging straight for it!" Fiora said pointing at the violet blur as it sped across the cloud-filled sky.
"Yeah, you're right! Look! I can see Wong from here!" Duo said as he squinted his eyes in an attempt to get a better look.
Indeed, it was Wong and Chwun flying head first at the beast, roaring the dragon battle cry as Wong readied the silver stars in her hands to throw when Chwun unleashed her attack. It happened so fast that they barely had time to realize what happened.
Wong had jumped off of the dragon's back at the last moment when Chwun breathed fire onto the creature and, raising one hand after the other while she spun in mid-air, hurled all of them at the monster all her might. They had little to no affect on the monster. "What?" Wong gasped when she saw this.
Alas, this was not the only shock that Wong would had imposed on her; as Chwun swooped under the beast, and into it's flight path, she was snapped up like a snake is snapped up by a bird of prey, the dragon shrieked wildly as the monster's talons cut through scale and flesh, gouging painfully into her stomach.
"What?" "No!" "This cannot be!" "Poor Chwun!" "Oh no…" "Oh shit…" were just a few choice words that were said below as thunder clapped, signaling that Chwun had met her end. And, in her last breath, came these words: "JinChi, may its change be for good…."
________________________________________________________________________ Ack! I and I wanted this to be the last chapter too! But there was just too much stuff to put into it! *Sigh* Stay turned for Chapter 20.… grrr, I can't believe this! Also, please, if you haven't voted, DO SO SOON, because, as soon as this fic is finished, the fic idea with the most votes is the one that gets written next! If you want to see the updated list of this ideas, see the new "fic" called: "Dare me to write it!" In there are not only the few ideas that I had when I first started the voting thing going, but I have some NEW fic ideas that I want you all to look at!