Here's the next chapter!!! Thank you, Kerowyn, for reviewing!!! This
chapter goes out to you!!! I do hope the poem at the end is all
right...I'm not all that great at poetry, you know...can't rhyme at all...
And everyone knows that the only characters that belong to me are either unfamiliar or Alice. Hee hee hee!!! Enjoy!
A/N: God, can't these people get my formatting right? This is the second time I've had to replace a chapter because they didn't do the formatting right!!! Kerowyn, the prediction is supposed to be a poem. I even had it set as a poem that rhymed! But, of course, they didn't take it as a poem, even if it was formatted as being centered and italicized and everything! Grr...hopefully this is formatted correctly...
A few hours later, when I was a little more than halfway through the book, I heard a knock at my door. "Come in," I said after stashing away my book inside my bag.
The door slowly opened to reveal a very suspicious Dr. Watson. I really don't blame him, either. If I had learned from a very astute friend that my patient had miraculously healed in a matter of minutes, I would be suspicious, too. And very curious, which Watson was.
He walked over to the bed, sitting on the edge of it. He looked at my ankle, tested it, and probed it gently with his hands. It was perfectly fine. No swelling, no redness, no puffiness. His eyes displayed his emotions freely; they were filled with wonder, surprise, and still a bit of suspicion, which is perfectly understandable, if you think about it. I mean, he had no idea I could heal myself.
He stroked his mustache, then said, "How are you feeling?"
"Perfectly fine, thank you," I said, smiling my smile again. He smiled back, relaxing a bit.
"How long have you been able to walk on your leg?"
"Since this morning." Might as well be to the point.
"Anything wrong with it?"
"Not at all, Doctor. I can walk on it perfectly, stand on it perfectly, run on in perfectly. No stiffness, no weakness, no wobbliness."
"I see...and your ribs?" Ahh...here it comes.
"They are also fine, thank you for asking."
"May I see for myself?"
Oh, I hate that! I didn't even let my dad see me like that when I was a little girl! I hated it when I had a male doctor! It only happened to me once, and that wasn't the most pleasant experience...he was taken to jail for ten years for it, and was unable to be a doctor ever again.
I, of course, hesitated, but then nodded, blushing, yet pale around the gills, if you know what I mean. He ignored this, or did not notice it, and asked me to take off my shirt.
Well, at least he asked me to do it; the last one just took it off for me!
I did take it off, with much reluctance, then let it be. The bandages were still in place. "Could you take those off for me?" he asked in a very professional yet kind manner. How could I refuse? He was a doctor, not a molester! This is Watson, not some nut. I did, after a very long wait. I did it very slowly, hoping I would faint or something before it went along too much.
When it was finally off, I just closed my eyes and waited for him to begin to probe me. I hated the thought. I despised the thought. I had always hated the thought of this happening. I guess that's when it happened.
One minute, Watson's there, just about ready to touch me to check if my ribs are broken or not (okay, so I peeked) when suddenly, he was leaned against the other side of the room, sliding down the wall, and...oh, drat. I then realized that I must have been too frightened for him to do it. This was one of those times that I regretted the power of wandless magic. My wariness seems to not have let up since the war years. What jolly fun. Not. What a jolly mess I'd made!
The thud of the doctor must have made a loud noise, for Holmes came bolting in. I summoned my shirt to me before he could open the door, but when he did, I was still pulling it over my head. Drat. He might have seen something.
From the look on his face, he had seen something of a mite of it. But his attention was fully focused on his companion, who was leaning against the opposite wall, unconscious. I decided it was time to take some action. I hate to blow my cover, but I kind of had to.
I strode over to Holmes' side (for he had reached Watson) and thought of Watson waking up. I concentrated hard, and suddenly, he was opening his eyes, blinking in dazed surprise and confusion. Holmes, who seemed to have at least some medical knowledge, was looking at me curiously. Okay, so I usually close my eyes when doing wandless magic. It's easier. I sighed. Time for a little memory charm. I hated memory charms, but I saw no other choice in this matter.
I envisioned their minds, saw the information the both of them had in there, and erased their memories of what had happened. Or, at least, I thought I had erased their memories...
They both stood up, Holmes helping up Watson with a proffered hand, and stood before me. I then noticed that their eyes were not unfocused, that they were just as they had been before. I was extremely confused. This didn't make any sense to me. Their eyes are supposed to become unfocused. They are supposed to mumble about what had just happened and beginning to lose it. Not just simply stand in front of me and stare hard at me as if I just grew three extra heads and twenty extra arms and legs!
"I believe we need to talk, Miss Chandler," said Holmes. We decided to sit on the bed. At least, they did. They kind of pulled me onto it in between them. I did NOT like this at all. Nope, not one bit. I finally looked up into both of their eyes. They were both filled with suspicion, both of them eyeing me. I was beginning to get creeped out.
Holmes began. "Miss Chandler, if that is you real name, exactly how old are you?"
"I thought you'd be able to deduce that, Mr. Holmes," I said, coolly. There was no time to be beating around the bush on this one. Time for business. Anyway, that look he was giving me was beginning to give me the creeps.
"Twenty-two, is it not?" I nodded my head in affirmation. So I'm immature. Leave it be. "And you are from the United States; it's the accent. It is not purely British, though, on the less talented ear, it could be very convincing. And you have a fiancé."
"No, I'm sorry; this is my abstinence ring, my sexual purity ring, if you will."
"I see." A Pause (with a capital 'P'). "And you are a witch."
I just sat there, dazed. A what?! What had just come from his mouth? I just stared at him dumbly. I must have looked stoned or something.
He grabbed my shoulders and shook me hard. "Whom are you working for? What did you come to find out? Tell me!" His voice went stone cold, stinging, biting and frozen.
That's when I lost it. He thought I was a SPY?!? What in the world!? I am definitely not a spy! I could feel my anger rising in me. Suddenly, Holmes and Watson were both on the floor, stuck to it. I knew that binding spell was useful, once you tweaked a few things about it!
"How DARE you think I'm a spy! Do I look like a spy? Why would I want to spy on YOU, anyway? What have YOU got to hide? Do I even look like I'm from this century?! No! Not one stinkin' bit! And you know what? I'm from 2003. Okay? 2003!!! Now explain that, sir! Just try to explain that, smarty-pants! And while you're at it, you can think of a way to get me home, too!" I stomped out of the room, leaving in a huff. They would get out of their predicament, eventually. Hey, if they could block out a memory charm, they'd be able to get out of that binding spell in at least an hour. It wasn't a strong one, for me, at least. I'd just explore in Holmes' stuff until then.
I entered his bedroom, then realized that, most likely, he would have set up a camera type spell of some sort in there. I searched around the room, probing with my mind until I found one right in the top corner opposite the door. It was a traveling camera spell. Drat. This guys wasn't half bad. I dispersed it immediately, then found two others, dispersing of them immediately, also. Then, I searched his room.
Knowing that everything that was important would have some type of spell, curse, lock, etc. on it, I decided to go through them first, to see this guy's talented. Not bad. He was a pretty powerful wizard, though not up to my standards. About ten notches below, in fact. Good thing I didn't let my magic dull my logic and senses. I could hear someone's footsteps coming closer. I put everything away, then locked everything up, putting all the defenses back up. I had been in that room for about an hour by then. It had taken him longer than I had expected.
I immediately had my guard up when I heard the door opening, putting up a very strong shield around me. And who came in the door first? Watson.
I had been expecting Holmes, but it seems that Watson was the stronger of the two when it came to magic. Interesting. I'd have to file that for another day to think about, for there wasn't enough time to now.
He crossed towards me, then, sensing the shield, sat down two feet away from its magic. "I just want to ask you a few questions, Miss Chandler."
"Only if you answer my questions, also."
"Very well, I ask one first, then you will ask me one. Fair?"
"Fair." I sat down on the floor, crossing my legs Indian-style.
He looked at me, studied my face, then asked, "Exactly how strong is your power, Miss Chandler?"
"Why, certainly, you saw for yourself. I am pretty powerful. I am also a mage and an elemental. I control just about any element you can imagine." I smiled. I got the same amazed and dazed look on his face, just like the look I had seen on so many others. "I also have the power of telekinesis." His eyes looked like they were about to bug out of their sockets.
"Now, my turn to ask." I thought for a few moments, then asked, "When did you learn you were a wizard?"
"When I was only three years old. To my recollection, I was falling down the stairs when I was suddenly found hanging in midair, laughing. My parents were surprised, for they were both muggles." He kind of blushed. I suppose he hadn't meant to say that much. Maybe Holmes was the one that usually interrogated. Must be.
"Who do you work for?" he asked.
"No one, Doctor. No one at all. Just myself and the causes I believe in."
"And what are." he began.
"Ah, ah, not yet, Doctor. You may ask when I am done. Why did you and Holmes want to know who I was working for?"
He sighed, then said, "Miss Chandler, if you have not noticed yet, these times are very serious. This is a time of war, Miss Chandler. That is why we asked you for whom you worked. We were worried you were from the other side.
"Now," he continued, "What are the causes you believe in?"
"I believe in peace, prosperity, hope, love over hate, goodness over evil, mutual friendships of all peoples and all nations, goodness over the world's evils always, light always overcoming darkness, the usual stuff anyone would say if they were pure in their desires.
"And what is your side's cause?" I said.
He sighed deeply, a 'v' making itself prominent in his forehead. "My side's cause? It is to defeat the evil Dark Ruler Solarem and to regain light in this world of darkness. Have I not told you that sunshine is rarely seen? It is because of Solarem, not the fogginess of London. Everywhere, it is dark. The only place it has not reached is The United States. They are free, but will not be much longer. That is why we are in hiding, also.
"And who have you battled against?" he asked.
"Do you really want to know the future of the world?"
"I doubt I will live that long," he said, a sad, regretful smile on his face. I would have to think about that later, though.
"Well, then, I and a friend of mine, Ian Qwest, defeated the Dark Lord de Lotrum, restoring peace and light in our world. But, then again, in my world, this world is just a fantasy, a book. I'll show you later, but, Watson, I have all of the stories you will write in the future. In my world, they are actually written by a man named Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, who some call your literary agent, but who is the actual author of the books. Obviously, you will never hear of de Lotrum unless our universes happen to pass each other. I suppose it was safe to have told you about de Lotrum...
"Now, Watson, where exactly is your wound?" He was very confused by this remark; I suppose he was not expecting a question like that. "You know, Watson; your war wound while you were with the 'Northumberland Fusiliers'?"
"Ahh, yes.that wound was actually from a close run-in with the Dark Ruler. It's on my leg." Heh. I knew it was on his leg the whole time! "Let me show you." He lifted his trouser leg. Up his leg, a huge scar was left, the shape of a cane. On closer inspection, it had markings on the cane, in some type of ancient rune. I'd have to look into it later, though, for right then came in Holmes, a raging bull if I've ever seen one!
He stormed into the room, about ready to murder someone; he had that look in his eyes. That one that tells you 'hey, don't mess with me; I'm on the rampage!' To tell the truth, I wasn't exactly happy about that look. It wasn't exactly what I had ever liked to see in anyone's eyes except my enemies-I knew I had been doing something good-but I hoped that Holmes and Watson were not going to be my enemies. It didn't seem like it, either. It was a nice thought, though just one look at Holmes would quell that thought in a nice little splash of reality.
"Ahh, Holmes, you have finally gotten out!"
He spun towards Watson. "Why didn't you help me get out of that...thing!?"
Watson chuckled. "Of course I didn't get you out of that charm, Holmes! It was a good test of your ability, anyways. You did it very well, though; I hadn't expected you to get out that soon."
Holmes decided he'd deal with Watson later. He turned to me. "And YOU! What do you think you are doing? Don't you know you are in the presence of two very powerful wizards, miss? You could be in more trouble than you can imagine if the Magestry hears of this!" At the moment, I was thinking to myself, Holmes could easily be the great-great-great-great (etc.) grandfather of Shawn Xavier; hey, they both have explosive tempers and play chess well! It could happen!
I must have chuckled or something of the sort, because I could see the whites of Holmes' eyes. It looked like they might bug out of his head soon. Then again, they did look somewhat 'buggy' at that point.
He looked at me, then at Watson. He must have thought I had bewitched his friend or something of that sort, because he began to look at Watson strangely, then shook him by the shoulders, for goodness knows what reason. It's not like shaking someone will get him or her out of Imperio or something.
He stared at me, a cold, hard glare, filled with malevolence. "What. Have. You. Done." He said it slowly, menacingly. Now I know why he was here; he was very impressive. But not too much for me...I think...
"Why, whatever are you talking about?" I hope I was able to keep the tremble out of my voice. Be he powerful in wizardry or not, he was still a man to be afraid of, just in his stature and stance. That, and his mighty glare and commanding voice. And, might I add, his six pack.
He gestured at Watson, who was looking quite bemused at the state of affairs. "Look what you've done to Watson?"
"My dear Holmes, absolutely nothing has happened to me, thank you very much!" Watson was in a huff (even though it was just a bit of acting). It looked like he was pouting like a child. Holmes fell for the bait. Hook, line, and sinker.
"See? Watson would never act like that! Let him go! Let him out of the Imperio curse right now!" He took out his wand and attempted to knock me out of consciousness, but my shield, of course, blocked that. If he wanted to even make a dint in that shield, he would have to try much harder than that!
I think he attempted to put me under the Imperio curse after that, but of course, that didn't get through, either. This man would just never learn, would he? I never thought of Holmes to be so pig-headed, but, then again, I had never thought of him being a wizard. In fact, he was the least likely to be a wizard, in my eyes, at least. Oh well. That's all right. I'll give him a little lesson he will not forget any time soon.
First, a little music would be needed. I lifted Holmes' Stradivarius with my telekinesis and began to play it. It was a lot harder than I had thought it would be, so I decided to let a friend of mine, one of my guardians, do it for me.
I had better describe my guardians. I have a guardian for every element I control. I'm not sure if I've discovered all of my elements, so most likely, the list will become more extensive. But for right now, here's where they stand: My fire guardian is a red lion with bravery to beat all. My water guardian is a sleek dolphin, cunning and fun loving. My earth guardian is a huge towering oak tree, wise beyond the years of time. My air guardian is an enormous hawk, fierce yet tender at times. My cold ice guardian is a woman clothed in light blue and white, a mist hanging about her, the mystery thick around her. My thunder and lightning guardian is a man in yellow light, surrounded by a dark aura, filled with anger, yet is now, after much handling, better at controlling it. Two guardians control the sun, moon, and stars: twins, a young woman and a young man. They are supple and bright, always happy and dancing. The girl is the sun; the boy is the moon. They always make me laugh, yet are serious when need be. My illusions guardian is a very hard guardian to describe, for, as its title alludes, it is a bunch of illusions. It even fools me at times! It can make itself look like any other guardian, but cannot copy their attacks in full. He is good for a defense or decoy. He is a very important part of my team of elements. He helps me disillusion my opponents. My light guardian is a brightly glowing man, a magical staff in hand. He is very aloof and proud, but he is my favorite of the male guardians. I seem to relate to him better than any actual man on earth! We have very long conversations together. He is very intelligent and clear-headed. He is my most powerful guardian, because of the fact that he is light. My wind guardian, my personal favorite, is a beautiful woman, ever flowing and graceful, her hair always blowing, and her gown always lithe. She is clothed in wisps of clouds and bits of grass and flowers. She was the one I called to play the violin, for the wind makes its own music through everything else, making its musical talents the most beautiful.
Well, as my wind guardian played, I allowed myself a few seconds to laugh at Holmes' face, then went back to work. I then let myself play around with my settings. I first changed the look of the walls...I think a safari setting for Holmes would be best. Then, I decided that the carpet was too plain; grass would do nicely. Savannah grass, of course. Following that came some beautiful trees and shrubs. Next came my fire guardian. He was enjoying himself immensely. Of course, he had to be very cautious of how he maintained his temperament. One time, he got angry in the Savannah and it took me an extremely long time to douse out all the flames, and then grow the grass back!
Anyway, Holmes just kind of stood there, amazed. Watson was quite amazed, also, but I did not mind. I would explain this to them another time.
I went on with my experimentations, changing the scene to one of arctic ice, letting my cold ice guardian show off a bit in her mysterious radiance. Holmes and Watson goggled at her magnificent beauty and the mystery behind her. My water guardian splashed in the background, playfully waiting its turn for attention. I let him have it when I let my cold ice guardian fade and left nothing but a little land surrounded by water. My water guardian now could have its glory. It splashed in the water and clicked playfully, asking them to come into the water and play. It leapt high into the air, gracefully arching its body in the faded light. (It was not time to show my light guardian. That would not come for a long time. They had not seen my wind guardian, as I made sure she was invisible; it was not her time, either.)
Next came my air guardian, sweeping them up and into the air. They were both a little more than just nervous when this happened, especially when they were placed on a cloud and just sat there, staring at the huge hawk that hovered before them. I swear, if their jaws dropped any more, we would have to glue their mouths shut for the rest of their lives! I allowed my thunder and lightning guardian come next in all of his splendor. He came with lightning cracking and thunder crashing, rushing up to them in a huge bolt of lightning, stopping right in front of their faces. He had always enjoyed instilling fear inside my opponents. He was the one that took me the longest time to control. The others were either easy to control through a kind action, or they needed not to be controlled, like my light guardian.
After a nice display of majesty from my thunder and lightning guardian, which scared Holmes and Watson in no mean bit, I had to cajole him out of the way, letting them see my sun, moon, and stars guardians. They began to smile as they saw the two of them frolicking in the sky, the girl, radiant; the boy, luminescent. I could see they were enjoying their chases and games, but I could not let them sit there forever. I still had to give my earth guardian a chance at some fun!
They were soon let down by the air. Actually, they were dropped, but a bed of soft flowers and moss, crafted especially by my earth guardian, caught them. They looked behind them and saw a tree, just waiting to be leaned on. So, they leaned on that great towering oak tree. Not exactly the smartest thing in the world to do. Suddenly, they were moved from their spots and were picked up by my earth guardian, roots coming out of the ground and seizing them, lifting them up to the top of the oak. My earth element enjoyed surprises too, though less harmful ones than my thunder and lightning guardian. My oak studied them, watching them, looking at them. Watson, in his rashness, kicked the tree soundly at its only vulnerable spot: the space where I had put my wand back in its original setting. For when I had first seen the tree, a hunk of it was missing, the exact size of my wand. When I no longer needed my wand, I returned the piece back to its original place. Unfortunately, it still hurt. Too bad, Watson. He should have known better, though. Never mess with something that can pick you up with ease and squeeze the life out of you in less than a second.
My oak felt merciful that day, though, and decided to hang Watson up from his ankles for a few minutes. When Holmes smirked, he got the same treatment. I was bursting out in laughter! My earth guardian smiled in its peculiar way, then set to work letting them down in the bed of flowers again. They were gasping for breath by the time they were down, and before they knew it, they were back on carpet in Baker Street.
They just blinked for a while, and then sat there for a while. Holmes was the first one to speak. "Excuse me, Miss Chandler, but would it be within your means to explain to us exactly what has just happened?"
"Not really, but let me give you a hint: ask Watson."
He looked pointedly at Watson. Watson responded, "I haven't the slightest notion as to what she is asking." He relaxed onto the floor and rested there, contemplating what had happened.
Holmes sat, too, looking at me, still trying to study me. I was very amused yet his gaze would never cease to amaze my senses...of inspiration for stories and bringing up strange thoughts like 'I wonder where the moon is positioned tonight?' and 'I wonder what we're having for dinner today?'
I broke the silence. "Fine, then; if you're going to brood over there, Holmes, like an insolent child, and Watson, if you're going to be more silent than stone, so be it. I'll tell you, but you must not tell anyone else. I will know if you have, also." I must have forgotten to mention to them that I can detect people's auras easily and can see their emotions and thoughts literally flowing from them, because they just stared at me, then nodded their heads in affirmation. "Good. Now then...
"Holmes, I am an elemental, as you have seen, a mage, and I have mastered the arts of wand-free magic and telekinesis." I'll keep the whole talking- to-animals part for a little something to scare them later on. Maybe they'll figure the elfin part later on their own. There was a moment of shock looking out from those gray-blue eyes of his, but they were quickly covered with indifference, though how he got that look to work right then, I have no idea. But he did, regardless.
"Very interesting," he said at last. "And what else? Are you a Parselmouth as well? Or possibly a magnificent healer and such! And how have you been hiding all of this time, eh? Why have I never heard of you before?"
"Because her name is not Alice Chandler, of course, Holmes," said Watson, placidly. "It is Krystin." Holmes immediately left off on his glaring. He suddenly looked at me in a new light, for some odd reason. Both of them just sat there, staring at me, contemplating one thing or another. I was getting very irritated with all of this nonsense. I decided it was time to speak up.
"Excuse me, but what is the significance in my name being Krystin?"
"It is in the prophecy," said Holmes, his eyes on a far-off place.
"What prophecy?" I asked, impatiently.
"The prophecy of two hundred years ago. Let me tell you..." His eyes became unfocused again, and he began to recite.
"In centuries to come, when darkness finds
A hold of the world, there will be three binds:
Two men and a woman will become one
In all of their doings, hindered by none
But the darkness they will vanquish some day,
In which, they will find themselves in the ray
Of light shining from the darkness within
The confines of our small world we live in.
One man will be cunning and full of thoughts,
The other with common sense by the draughts.
They will be bound first, and you shall then see
The hardships of having a bond of three,
For if two is hard, then three will be worse,
But they will turn out in the end, through curse
And every spell, charm, incantation, too,
Will be met very ably by these two.
But then comes the girl in a swirl of haste,
Mysterious and very out of place.
She will come through grumbles of the duo,
Making the two a much-needed trio.
She will have powers greater than many,
The basis for defeating th' enemy.
Her name will be Krystin, spelled in that way,
Helping you find her when she comes to stay.
Her powers will be more than any seen,
For in her is the power of Katrine,
The sorceress of olden days gone by,
More powerful than all that are on high
Positions in the courts of our laws here.
She will control elements, far and near,
Being, by far, a most powerful witch
With all of her at their full hitch.
She comes to help in this battle for peace,
Which will not be simply just a small piece
Of cake; it shall be harder than they all
Expected, but will be worth all its fall
And rises. They will face much, decide fast,
Change slowly, live life to the fullest, past
The problems they will face. They will behold
The ponderous sight of the meltings old.
Prediction made the Twelfth Month of the year 1688 by Gwendolyn Cravitz."
Holmes stopped, the prediction finished. "That is the prediction in the English translation. It was originally in Elfish, but has now been adapted to the English tongue. It is a rough translation, but it works to convey the message."
I was stunned. I just kind of sat there, just wondering exactly if this was actually happening. I finally spoke up. "Who exactly is Katrine?"
Watson spoke this time. "Katrine was the lover of Merlin."
"But I thought Merin never had...a lover!"
"But he did have a lover, a woman named Trahlirona when translated into the English language. I rather like her elf name better, but it is extremely hard to pronounce.
"Trahlirona was the most powerful, respected, and loved of her elfin people. She was the most beautiful, also. Her legendary powers and kindness are still sung about in the Halls of Olden Days. Her favorite element was Wind, but she also loved Light very much. She is still known today as the most powerful elfin maiden ever to be seen in all of this earth's history.
"But, she was frozen in time, never to be seen again. That was when she became known as Katrine. She never had any children, which puzzled everyone when we heard that prediction. But, as it is, it seems that we were wrong the whole time." He soon saw that I wasn't listening from then on. "Krystin?" I wasn't listening. I was too busy in a memory of a dream.
So...what did you think? Is it all right? I'd love some feedback! I'm a little worried about it myself, being something more of fantasy than anything else, even if it does have Holmes in it. Holmes had never been my original fanfiction choice, but, in some twist of fate, I used Sherlock Holmes and John Watson. Weird. Oh well. I just do hope you aren't offended by anything in here...maybe I should make the rating more...high...you know what I mean. PLEASE REVIEW!!!!!! I love to read reviews, it seems, even if I've only read one! Suggestions are savored!!!
And everyone knows that the only characters that belong to me are either unfamiliar or Alice. Hee hee hee!!! Enjoy!
A/N: God, can't these people get my formatting right? This is the second time I've had to replace a chapter because they didn't do the formatting right!!! Kerowyn, the prediction is supposed to be a poem. I even had it set as a poem that rhymed! But, of course, they didn't take it as a poem, even if it was formatted as being centered and italicized and everything! Grr...hopefully this is formatted correctly...
A few hours later, when I was a little more than halfway through the book, I heard a knock at my door. "Come in," I said after stashing away my book inside my bag.
The door slowly opened to reveal a very suspicious Dr. Watson. I really don't blame him, either. If I had learned from a very astute friend that my patient had miraculously healed in a matter of minutes, I would be suspicious, too. And very curious, which Watson was.
He walked over to the bed, sitting on the edge of it. He looked at my ankle, tested it, and probed it gently with his hands. It was perfectly fine. No swelling, no redness, no puffiness. His eyes displayed his emotions freely; they were filled with wonder, surprise, and still a bit of suspicion, which is perfectly understandable, if you think about it. I mean, he had no idea I could heal myself.
He stroked his mustache, then said, "How are you feeling?"
"Perfectly fine, thank you," I said, smiling my smile again. He smiled back, relaxing a bit.
"How long have you been able to walk on your leg?"
"Since this morning." Might as well be to the point.
"Anything wrong with it?"
"Not at all, Doctor. I can walk on it perfectly, stand on it perfectly, run on in perfectly. No stiffness, no weakness, no wobbliness."
"I see...and your ribs?" Ahh...here it comes.
"They are also fine, thank you for asking."
"May I see for myself?"
Oh, I hate that! I didn't even let my dad see me like that when I was a little girl! I hated it when I had a male doctor! It only happened to me once, and that wasn't the most pleasant experience...he was taken to jail for ten years for it, and was unable to be a doctor ever again.
I, of course, hesitated, but then nodded, blushing, yet pale around the gills, if you know what I mean. He ignored this, or did not notice it, and asked me to take off my shirt.
Well, at least he asked me to do it; the last one just took it off for me!
I did take it off, with much reluctance, then let it be. The bandages were still in place. "Could you take those off for me?" he asked in a very professional yet kind manner. How could I refuse? He was a doctor, not a molester! This is Watson, not some nut. I did, after a very long wait. I did it very slowly, hoping I would faint or something before it went along too much.
When it was finally off, I just closed my eyes and waited for him to begin to probe me. I hated the thought. I despised the thought. I had always hated the thought of this happening. I guess that's when it happened.
One minute, Watson's there, just about ready to touch me to check if my ribs are broken or not (okay, so I peeked) when suddenly, he was leaned against the other side of the room, sliding down the wall, and...oh, drat. I then realized that I must have been too frightened for him to do it. This was one of those times that I regretted the power of wandless magic. My wariness seems to not have let up since the war years. What jolly fun. Not. What a jolly mess I'd made!
The thud of the doctor must have made a loud noise, for Holmes came bolting in. I summoned my shirt to me before he could open the door, but when he did, I was still pulling it over my head. Drat. He might have seen something.
From the look on his face, he had seen something of a mite of it. But his attention was fully focused on his companion, who was leaning against the opposite wall, unconscious. I decided it was time to take some action. I hate to blow my cover, but I kind of had to.
I strode over to Holmes' side (for he had reached Watson) and thought of Watson waking up. I concentrated hard, and suddenly, he was opening his eyes, blinking in dazed surprise and confusion. Holmes, who seemed to have at least some medical knowledge, was looking at me curiously. Okay, so I usually close my eyes when doing wandless magic. It's easier. I sighed. Time for a little memory charm. I hated memory charms, but I saw no other choice in this matter.
I envisioned their minds, saw the information the both of them had in there, and erased their memories of what had happened. Or, at least, I thought I had erased their memories...
They both stood up, Holmes helping up Watson with a proffered hand, and stood before me. I then noticed that their eyes were not unfocused, that they were just as they had been before. I was extremely confused. This didn't make any sense to me. Their eyes are supposed to become unfocused. They are supposed to mumble about what had just happened and beginning to lose it. Not just simply stand in front of me and stare hard at me as if I just grew three extra heads and twenty extra arms and legs!
"I believe we need to talk, Miss Chandler," said Holmes. We decided to sit on the bed. At least, they did. They kind of pulled me onto it in between them. I did NOT like this at all. Nope, not one bit. I finally looked up into both of their eyes. They were both filled with suspicion, both of them eyeing me. I was beginning to get creeped out.
Holmes began. "Miss Chandler, if that is you real name, exactly how old are you?"
"I thought you'd be able to deduce that, Mr. Holmes," I said, coolly. There was no time to be beating around the bush on this one. Time for business. Anyway, that look he was giving me was beginning to give me the creeps.
"Twenty-two, is it not?" I nodded my head in affirmation. So I'm immature. Leave it be. "And you are from the United States; it's the accent. It is not purely British, though, on the less talented ear, it could be very convincing. And you have a fiancé."
"No, I'm sorry; this is my abstinence ring, my sexual purity ring, if you will."
"I see." A Pause (with a capital 'P'). "And you are a witch."
I just sat there, dazed. A what?! What had just come from his mouth? I just stared at him dumbly. I must have looked stoned or something.
He grabbed my shoulders and shook me hard. "Whom are you working for? What did you come to find out? Tell me!" His voice went stone cold, stinging, biting and frozen.
That's when I lost it. He thought I was a SPY?!? What in the world!? I am definitely not a spy! I could feel my anger rising in me. Suddenly, Holmes and Watson were both on the floor, stuck to it. I knew that binding spell was useful, once you tweaked a few things about it!
"How DARE you think I'm a spy! Do I look like a spy? Why would I want to spy on YOU, anyway? What have YOU got to hide? Do I even look like I'm from this century?! No! Not one stinkin' bit! And you know what? I'm from 2003. Okay? 2003!!! Now explain that, sir! Just try to explain that, smarty-pants! And while you're at it, you can think of a way to get me home, too!" I stomped out of the room, leaving in a huff. They would get out of their predicament, eventually. Hey, if they could block out a memory charm, they'd be able to get out of that binding spell in at least an hour. It wasn't a strong one, for me, at least. I'd just explore in Holmes' stuff until then.
I entered his bedroom, then realized that, most likely, he would have set up a camera type spell of some sort in there. I searched around the room, probing with my mind until I found one right in the top corner opposite the door. It was a traveling camera spell. Drat. This guys wasn't half bad. I dispersed it immediately, then found two others, dispersing of them immediately, also. Then, I searched his room.
Knowing that everything that was important would have some type of spell, curse, lock, etc. on it, I decided to go through them first, to see this guy's talented. Not bad. He was a pretty powerful wizard, though not up to my standards. About ten notches below, in fact. Good thing I didn't let my magic dull my logic and senses. I could hear someone's footsteps coming closer. I put everything away, then locked everything up, putting all the defenses back up. I had been in that room for about an hour by then. It had taken him longer than I had expected.
I immediately had my guard up when I heard the door opening, putting up a very strong shield around me. And who came in the door first? Watson.
I had been expecting Holmes, but it seems that Watson was the stronger of the two when it came to magic. Interesting. I'd have to file that for another day to think about, for there wasn't enough time to now.
He crossed towards me, then, sensing the shield, sat down two feet away from its magic. "I just want to ask you a few questions, Miss Chandler."
"Only if you answer my questions, also."
"Very well, I ask one first, then you will ask me one. Fair?"
"Fair." I sat down on the floor, crossing my legs Indian-style.
He looked at me, studied my face, then asked, "Exactly how strong is your power, Miss Chandler?"
"Why, certainly, you saw for yourself. I am pretty powerful. I am also a mage and an elemental. I control just about any element you can imagine." I smiled. I got the same amazed and dazed look on his face, just like the look I had seen on so many others. "I also have the power of telekinesis." His eyes looked like they were about to bug out of their sockets.
"Now, my turn to ask." I thought for a few moments, then asked, "When did you learn you were a wizard?"
"When I was only three years old. To my recollection, I was falling down the stairs when I was suddenly found hanging in midair, laughing. My parents were surprised, for they were both muggles." He kind of blushed. I suppose he hadn't meant to say that much. Maybe Holmes was the one that usually interrogated. Must be.
"Who do you work for?" he asked.
"No one, Doctor. No one at all. Just myself and the causes I believe in."
"And what are." he began.
"Ah, ah, not yet, Doctor. You may ask when I am done. Why did you and Holmes want to know who I was working for?"
He sighed, then said, "Miss Chandler, if you have not noticed yet, these times are very serious. This is a time of war, Miss Chandler. That is why we asked you for whom you worked. We were worried you were from the other side.
"Now," he continued, "What are the causes you believe in?"
"I believe in peace, prosperity, hope, love over hate, goodness over evil, mutual friendships of all peoples and all nations, goodness over the world's evils always, light always overcoming darkness, the usual stuff anyone would say if they were pure in their desires.
"And what is your side's cause?" I said.
He sighed deeply, a 'v' making itself prominent in his forehead. "My side's cause? It is to defeat the evil Dark Ruler Solarem and to regain light in this world of darkness. Have I not told you that sunshine is rarely seen? It is because of Solarem, not the fogginess of London. Everywhere, it is dark. The only place it has not reached is The United States. They are free, but will not be much longer. That is why we are in hiding, also.
"And who have you battled against?" he asked.
"Do you really want to know the future of the world?"
"I doubt I will live that long," he said, a sad, regretful smile on his face. I would have to think about that later, though.
"Well, then, I and a friend of mine, Ian Qwest, defeated the Dark Lord de Lotrum, restoring peace and light in our world. But, then again, in my world, this world is just a fantasy, a book. I'll show you later, but, Watson, I have all of the stories you will write in the future. In my world, they are actually written by a man named Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, who some call your literary agent, but who is the actual author of the books. Obviously, you will never hear of de Lotrum unless our universes happen to pass each other. I suppose it was safe to have told you about de Lotrum...
"Now, Watson, where exactly is your wound?" He was very confused by this remark; I suppose he was not expecting a question like that. "You know, Watson; your war wound while you were with the 'Northumberland Fusiliers'?"
"Ahh, yes.that wound was actually from a close run-in with the Dark Ruler. It's on my leg." Heh. I knew it was on his leg the whole time! "Let me show you." He lifted his trouser leg. Up his leg, a huge scar was left, the shape of a cane. On closer inspection, it had markings on the cane, in some type of ancient rune. I'd have to look into it later, though, for right then came in Holmes, a raging bull if I've ever seen one!
He stormed into the room, about ready to murder someone; he had that look in his eyes. That one that tells you 'hey, don't mess with me; I'm on the rampage!' To tell the truth, I wasn't exactly happy about that look. It wasn't exactly what I had ever liked to see in anyone's eyes except my enemies-I knew I had been doing something good-but I hoped that Holmes and Watson were not going to be my enemies. It didn't seem like it, either. It was a nice thought, though just one look at Holmes would quell that thought in a nice little splash of reality.
"Ahh, Holmes, you have finally gotten out!"
He spun towards Watson. "Why didn't you help me get out of that...thing!?"
Watson chuckled. "Of course I didn't get you out of that charm, Holmes! It was a good test of your ability, anyways. You did it very well, though; I hadn't expected you to get out that soon."
Holmes decided he'd deal with Watson later. He turned to me. "And YOU! What do you think you are doing? Don't you know you are in the presence of two very powerful wizards, miss? You could be in more trouble than you can imagine if the Magestry hears of this!" At the moment, I was thinking to myself, Holmes could easily be the great-great-great-great (etc.) grandfather of Shawn Xavier; hey, they both have explosive tempers and play chess well! It could happen!
I must have chuckled or something of the sort, because I could see the whites of Holmes' eyes. It looked like they might bug out of his head soon. Then again, they did look somewhat 'buggy' at that point.
He looked at me, then at Watson. He must have thought I had bewitched his friend or something of that sort, because he began to look at Watson strangely, then shook him by the shoulders, for goodness knows what reason. It's not like shaking someone will get him or her out of Imperio or something.
He stared at me, a cold, hard glare, filled with malevolence. "What. Have. You. Done." He said it slowly, menacingly. Now I know why he was here; he was very impressive. But not too much for me...I think...
"Why, whatever are you talking about?" I hope I was able to keep the tremble out of my voice. Be he powerful in wizardry or not, he was still a man to be afraid of, just in his stature and stance. That, and his mighty glare and commanding voice. And, might I add, his six pack.
He gestured at Watson, who was looking quite bemused at the state of affairs. "Look what you've done to Watson?"
"My dear Holmes, absolutely nothing has happened to me, thank you very much!" Watson was in a huff (even though it was just a bit of acting). It looked like he was pouting like a child. Holmes fell for the bait. Hook, line, and sinker.
"See? Watson would never act like that! Let him go! Let him out of the Imperio curse right now!" He took out his wand and attempted to knock me out of consciousness, but my shield, of course, blocked that. If he wanted to even make a dint in that shield, he would have to try much harder than that!
I think he attempted to put me under the Imperio curse after that, but of course, that didn't get through, either. This man would just never learn, would he? I never thought of Holmes to be so pig-headed, but, then again, I had never thought of him being a wizard. In fact, he was the least likely to be a wizard, in my eyes, at least. Oh well. That's all right. I'll give him a little lesson he will not forget any time soon.
First, a little music would be needed. I lifted Holmes' Stradivarius with my telekinesis and began to play it. It was a lot harder than I had thought it would be, so I decided to let a friend of mine, one of my guardians, do it for me.
I had better describe my guardians. I have a guardian for every element I control. I'm not sure if I've discovered all of my elements, so most likely, the list will become more extensive. But for right now, here's where they stand: My fire guardian is a red lion with bravery to beat all. My water guardian is a sleek dolphin, cunning and fun loving. My earth guardian is a huge towering oak tree, wise beyond the years of time. My air guardian is an enormous hawk, fierce yet tender at times. My cold ice guardian is a woman clothed in light blue and white, a mist hanging about her, the mystery thick around her. My thunder and lightning guardian is a man in yellow light, surrounded by a dark aura, filled with anger, yet is now, after much handling, better at controlling it. Two guardians control the sun, moon, and stars: twins, a young woman and a young man. They are supple and bright, always happy and dancing. The girl is the sun; the boy is the moon. They always make me laugh, yet are serious when need be. My illusions guardian is a very hard guardian to describe, for, as its title alludes, it is a bunch of illusions. It even fools me at times! It can make itself look like any other guardian, but cannot copy their attacks in full. He is good for a defense or decoy. He is a very important part of my team of elements. He helps me disillusion my opponents. My light guardian is a brightly glowing man, a magical staff in hand. He is very aloof and proud, but he is my favorite of the male guardians. I seem to relate to him better than any actual man on earth! We have very long conversations together. He is very intelligent and clear-headed. He is my most powerful guardian, because of the fact that he is light. My wind guardian, my personal favorite, is a beautiful woman, ever flowing and graceful, her hair always blowing, and her gown always lithe. She is clothed in wisps of clouds and bits of grass and flowers. She was the one I called to play the violin, for the wind makes its own music through everything else, making its musical talents the most beautiful.
Well, as my wind guardian played, I allowed myself a few seconds to laugh at Holmes' face, then went back to work. I then let myself play around with my settings. I first changed the look of the walls...I think a safari setting for Holmes would be best. Then, I decided that the carpet was too plain; grass would do nicely. Savannah grass, of course. Following that came some beautiful trees and shrubs. Next came my fire guardian. He was enjoying himself immensely. Of course, he had to be very cautious of how he maintained his temperament. One time, he got angry in the Savannah and it took me an extremely long time to douse out all the flames, and then grow the grass back!
Anyway, Holmes just kind of stood there, amazed. Watson was quite amazed, also, but I did not mind. I would explain this to them another time.
I went on with my experimentations, changing the scene to one of arctic ice, letting my cold ice guardian show off a bit in her mysterious radiance. Holmes and Watson goggled at her magnificent beauty and the mystery behind her. My water guardian splashed in the background, playfully waiting its turn for attention. I let him have it when I let my cold ice guardian fade and left nothing but a little land surrounded by water. My water guardian now could have its glory. It splashed in the water and clicked playfully, asking them to come into the water and play. It leapt high into the air, gracefully arching its body in the faded light. (It was not time to show my light guardian. That would not come for a long time. They had not seen my wind guardian, as I made sure she was invisible; it was not her time, either.)
Next came my air guardian, sweeping them up and into the air. They were both a little more than just nervous when this happened, especially when they were placed on a cloud and just sat there, staring at the huge hawk that hovered before them. I swear, if their jaws dropped any more, we would have to glue their mouths shut for the rest of their lives! I allowed my thunder and lightning guardian come next in all of his splendor. He came with lightning cracking and thunder crashing, rushing up to them in a huge bolt of lightning, stopping right in front of their faces. He had always enjoyed instilling fear inside my opponents. He was the one that took me the longest time to control. The others were either easy to control through a kind action, or they needed not to be controlled, like my light guardian.
After a nice display of majesty from my thunder and lightning guardian, which scared Holmes and Watson in no mean bit, I had to cajole him out of the way, letting them see my sun, moon, and stars guardians. They began to smile as they saw the two of them frolicking in the sky, the girl, radiant; the boy, luminescent. I could see they were enjoying their chases and games, but I could not let them sit there forever. I still had to give my earth guardian a chance at some fun!
They were soon let down by the air. Actually, they were dropped, but a bed of soft flowers and moss, crafted especially by my earth guardian, caught them. They looked behind them and saw a tree, just waiting to be leaned on. So, they leaned on that great towering oak tree. Not exactly the smartest thing in the world to do. Suddenly, they were moved from their spots and were picked up by my earth guardian, roots coming out of the ground and seizing them, lifting them up to the top of the oak. My earth element enjoyed surprises too, though less harmful ones than my thunder and lightning guardian. My oak studied them, watching them, looking at them. Watson, in his rashness, kicked the tree soundly at its only vulnerable spot: the space where I had put my wand back in its original setting. For when I had first seen the tree, a hunk of it was missing, the exact size of my wand. When I no longer needed my wand, I returned the piece back to its original place. Unfortunately, it still hurt. Too bad, Watson. He should have known better, though. Never mess with something that can pick you up with ease and squeeze the life out of you in less than a second.
My oak felt merciful that day, though, and decided to hang Watson up from his ankles for a few minutes. When Holmes smirked, he got the same treatment. I was bursting out in laughter! My earth guardian smiled in its peculiar way, then set to work letting them down in the bed of flowers again. They were gasping for breath by the time they were down, and before they knew it, they were back on carpet in Baker Street.
They just blinked for a while, and then sat there for a while. Holmes was the first one to speak. "Excuse me, Miss Chandler, but would it be within your means to explain to us exactly what has just happened?"
"Not really, but let me give you a hint: ask Watson."
He looked pointedly at Watson. Watson responded, "I haven't the slightest notion as to what she is asking." He relaxed onto the floor and rested there, contemplating what had happened.
Holmes sat, too, looking at me, still trying to study me. I was very amused yet his gaze would never cease to amaze my senses...of inspiration for stories and bringing up strange thoughts like 'I wonder where the moon is positioned tonight?' and 'I wonder what we're having for dinner today?'
I broke the silence. "Fine, then; if you're going to brood over there, Holmes, like an insolent child, and Watson, if you're going to be more silent than stone, so be it. I'll tell you, but you must not tell anyone else. I will know if you have, also." I must have forgotten to mention to them that I can detect people's auras easily and can see their emotions and thoughts literally flowing from them, because they just stared at me, then nodded their heads in affirmation. "Good. Now then...
"Holmes, I am an elemental, as you have seen, a mage, and I have mastered the arts of wand-free magic and telekinesis." I'll keep the whole talking- to-animals part for a little something to scare them later on. Maybe they'll figure the elfin part later on their own. There was a moment of shock looking out from those gray-blue eyes of his, but they were quickly covered with indifference, though how he got that look to work right then, I have no idea. But he did, regardless.
"Very interesting," he said at last. "And what else? Are you a Parselmouth as well? Or possibly a magnificent healer and such! And how have you been hiding all of this time, eh? Why have I never heard of you before?"
"Because her name is not Alice Chandler, of course, Holmes," said Watson, placidly. "It is Krystin." Holmes immediately left off on his glaring. He suddenly looked at me in a new light, for some odd reason. Both of them just sat there, staring at me, contemplating one thing or another. I was getting very irritated with all of this nonsense. I decided it was time to speak up.
"Excuse me, but what is the significance in my name being Krystin?"
"It is in the prophecy," said Holmes, his eyes on a far-off place.
"What prophecy?" I asked, impatiently.
"The prophecy of two hundred years ago. Let me tell you..." His eyes became unfocused again, and he began to recite.
"In centuries to come, when darkness finds
A hold of the world, there will be three binds:
Two men and a woman will become one
In all of their doings, hindered by none
But the darkness they will vanquish some day,
In which, they will find themselves in the ray
Of light shining from the darkness within
The confines of our small world we live in.
One man will be cunning and full of thoughts,
The other with common sense by the draughts.
They will be bound first, and you shall then see
The hardships of having a bond of three,
For if two is hard, then three will be worse,
But they will turn out in the end, through curse
And every spell, charm, incantation, too,
Will be met very ably by these two.
But then comes the girl in a swirl of haste,
Mysterious and very out of place.
She will come through grumbles of the duo,
Making the two a much-needed trio.
She will have powers greater than many,
The basis for defeating th' enemy.
Her name will be Krystin, spelled in that way,
Helping you find her when she comes to stay.
Her powers will be more than any seen,
For in her is the power of Katrine,
The sorceress of olden days gone by,
More powerful than all that are on high
Positions in the courts of our laws here.
She will control elements, far and near,
Being, by far, a most powerful witch
With all of her at their full hitch.
She comes to help in this battle for peace,
Which will not be simply just a small piece
Of cake; it shall be harder than they all
Expected, but will be worth all its fall
And rises. They will face much, decide fast,
Change slowly, live life to the fullest, past
The problems they will face. They will behold
The ponderous sight of the meltings old.
Prediction made the Twelfth Month of the year 1688 by Gwendolyn Cravitz."
Holmes stopped, the prediction finished. "That is the prediction in the English translation. It was originally in Elfish, but has now been adapted to the English tongue. It is a rough translation, but it works to convey the message."
I was stunned. I just kind of sat there, just wondering exactly if this was actually happening. I finally spoke up. "Who exactly is Katrine?"
Watson spoke this time. "Katrine was the lover of Merlin."
"But I thought Merin never had...a lover!"
"But he did have a lover, a woman named Trahlirona when translated into the English language. I rather like her elf name better, but it is extremely hard to pronounce.
"Trahlirona was the most powerful, respected, and loved of her elfin people. She was the most beautiful, also. Her legendary powers and kindness are still sung about in the Halls of Olden Days. Her favorite element was Wind, but she also loved Light very much. She is still known today as the most powerful elfin maiden ever to be seen in all of this earth's history.
"But, she was frozen in time, never to be seen again. That was when she became known as Katrine. She never had any children, which puzzled everyone when we heard that prediction. But, as it is, it seems that we were wrong the whole time." He soon saw that I wasn't listening from then on. "Krystin?" I wasn't listening. I was too busy in a memory of a dream.
So...what did you think? Is it all right? I'd love some feedback! I'm a little worried about it myself, being something more of fantasy than anything else, even if it does have Holmes in it. Holmes had never been my original fanfiction choice, but, in some twist of fate, I used Sherlock Holmes and John Watson. Weird. Oh well. I just do hope you aren't offended by anything in here...maybe I should make the rating more...high...you know what I mean. PLEASE REVIEW!!!!!! I love to read reviews, it seems, even if I've only read one! Suggestions are savored!!!