Disclaimer: Do I still have to put this up here? Well actually I do have
to...the idea of the land changing was originally thought up by Lattelady!
http://www.fanfiction.net/index.fic?action=Directory-AuthorProfile&UserID=54591
This idea was found when I looked at her story "Once in a Blue Moon" Which
I suggest that you all go read! And remember it is always nice to leave a
review. :o) Oh btw...yes the plot is thickening...aren't you proud of me?
Author Note: I almost had this chapter done last night but do you know how
hard it is to type when you have kittens bombarding you?
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Alden calmly rode between the two lines of Fae, his sword drawn and ready
for battle. His cold mismatched eyes looked towards the young Fae that
stood over a dead boy's body. The black unicorn's head came up, his horn a
deep blazing red with a line of silver running through. A hoof stamped the
ground, with a shake of his mane the magnificent animal took itself and
it's rider into battle.
Branion waved a hand and he appeared on his own magnificent chestnut
steed. The horse gave off a death cry and charged forward to meet the
unicorn. With swords raised both met with a huge thunder like clap. Sparks
were sent flying and the two men looked into each other's eyes. One holding
a fury of war, the other holding a madness of war.
"Give it up! You have lost and I rule the Underground!"
"Not yet Branion, you still have me to go through!" Alden's voice seemed
to slide through the heated air like ice.
"And go through you I shall!" Branion thrust his hand forward a small
dagger protruding from his wrist. With a slight grunt he felt the dagger's
blade slip into Alden's side. "This will be the wound that has made a grand
kingdom fall." Branion's eyes began to get the look of someone who has
stepped to far into the madness. His voice was low and it too held that
edge sharper then any blade.
Alden cried out in pain and brought his sword down onto Branion's arm.
Missing to only knock it away but still breaking the skin for a long red
slit upon the skin. "You want power Branion? I will show you power!"
Every Fae looked over for the words ran clear and true. A deep blackness
seemed to be draining from Branion's form. Then almost like a tidal wave
the power lashed back, a bright glowing coming from the very land itself.
The tidal wave of power crashed down on Branion making him scream from pure
torture.
When all thought no more could come a small child stood up. His eyes
blazing with fury, "NO! You shall pay!" Picking up a small rock the child
flung it at the unicorn making the beast jump. The magic seemed to crumble
and both wielder and victim were shot back.
The land seemed to cry out in pain itself as the power it gave out was not
returning like it should. The wishing pond turned and a deep horrible smell
began to rise up. The newly trained recruit, who guarded the bridge to the
pond, jumped back in surprise, his fox tail bristling. The glade where
sprites lived died and then was reborn into horrible looking swamps, the
sprites turning to creatures that played with fire and could remove their
own body parts. At the western edge of the kingdom of the Labyrinth the
cave which could show one's dreams was hit with a powerful wave of dark and
evil power. The dreams shattered becoming twisted nightmares.
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Branion woke up quickly, sweat was pouring off of his face. Looking around
his darkened room his eyes settled on the dragons egg that no one had
cleaned up. Reaching out with a trembling hand he flicked his wrist and the
mess disappeared with a small flame. Laying back down he started to laugh,
never stopping when his door opened with a bang and a dejected looking man
just watched.
to...the idea of the land changing was originally thought up by Lattelady!
http://www.fanfiction.net/index.fic?action=Directory-AuthorProfile&UserID=54591
This idea was found when I looked at her story "Once in a Blue Moon" Which
I suggest that you all go read! And remember it is always nice to leave a
review. :o) Oh btw...yes the plot is thickening...aren't you proud of me?
Author Note: I almost had this chapter done last night but do you know how
hard it is to type when you have kittens bombarding you?
------------------------------------------------------------------------
Alden calmly rode between the two lines of Fae, his sword drawn and ready
for battle. His cold mismatched eyes looked towards the young Fae that
stood over a dead boy's body. The black unicorn's head came up, his horn a
deep blazing red with a line of silver running through. A hoof stamped the
ground, with a shake of his mane the magnificent animal took itself and
it's rider into battle.
Branion waved a hand and he appeared on his own magnificent chestnut
steed. The horse gave off a death cry and charged forward to meet the
unicorn. With swords raised both met with a huge thunder like clap. Sparks
were sent flying and the two men looked into each other's eyes. One holding
a fury of war, the other holding a madness of war.
"Give it up! You have lost and I rule the Underground!"
"Not yet Branion, you still have me to go through!" Alden's voice seemed
to slide through the heated air like ice.
"And go through you I shall!" Branion thrust his hand forward a small
dagger protruding from his wrist. With a slight grunt he felt the dagger's
blade slip into Alden's side. "This will be the wound that has made a grand
kingdom fall." Branion's eyes began to get the look of someone who has
stepped to far into the madness. His voice was low and it too held that
edge sharper then any blade.
Alden cried out in pain and brought his sword down onto Branion's arm.
Missing to only knock it away but still breaking the skin for a long red
slit upon the skin. "You want power Branion? I will show you power!"
Every Fae looked over for the words ran clear and true. A deep blackness
seemed to be draining from Branion's form. Then almost like a tidal wave
the power lashed back, a bright glowing coming from the very land itself.
The tidal wave of power crashed down on Branion making him scream from pure
torture.
When all thought no more could come a small child stood up. His eyes
blazing with fury, "NO! You shall pay!" Picking up a small rock the child
flung it at the unicorn making the beast jump. The magic seemed to crumble
and both wielder and victim were shot back.
The land seemed to cry out in pain itself as the power it gave out was not
returning like it should. The wishing pond turned and a deep horrible smell
began to rise up. The newly trained recruit, who guarded the bridge to the
pond, jumped back in surprise, his fox tail bristling. The glade where
sprites lived died and then was reborn into horrible looking swamps, the
sprites turning to creatures that played with fire and could remove their
own body parts. At the western edge of the kingdom of the Labyrinth the
cave which could show one's dreams was hit with a powerful wave of dark and
evil power. The dreams shattered becoming twisted nightmares.
------------------------------------------------------------------------
Branion woke up quickly, sweat was pouring off of his face. Looking around
his darkened room his eyes settled on the dragons egg that no one had
cleaned up. Reaching out with a trembling hand he flicked his wrist and the
mess disappeared with a small flame. Laying back down he started to laugh,
never stopping when his door opened with a bang and a dejected looking man
just watched.