Disclaimer: You and I both know that I hate writing these things as much
as you all hate reading them so I'm going to put it simply... I don't own
Digimon (Or Forbidden Mists *gives Teenager Rika a look*)...
And Ill make a dedication... To well Teenager Rika who broke through my metal wall so I could write.
Hearts Reunited
The cold winter night's air chilled him to the bone. These lowlanders had a very odd winter.. The snows were less deep but it seemed colder, and he was soaked to the bone.. His cloak, the same he found in Manetheren, was soaked through and provided little help.. This wet snow was not new to him, but it was an unwelcome visitor.
He had been tracking the Masacai army for weeks now. Like some living shadow, he had avoided their scouting parties and attacked from out of the night. They had tripled their patrols but he still managed to slip by. Revenge for Manetheren would be his, even if he had to kill ever last one of them... He had started to hear rumors in the villages he had passed. He had heard that the Queen of Madoon, Rika Nonaka, had captured Masacai and killed Joseph their king.. But he was positive it was her that had been captured.. Could he of been wrong?
Out of the corner of his eye a movement between the trees draws his attention.. Horses... and a carriage... The Masacai army wasn't as large as the group moving off to his left so who else in the lowlands had an army of that size. Soon his curiosity overcame him and he managed to get onto a high slope, over looking a clearing, before they passed thought it. Gazing down at the old well used road he nearly fell from his horse... The banners flapping in the wind declared the group as an army of Madoon... A million thoughts were running through his head at that moment.. Could it be true? Could there of been this many survivors? It hadn't occurred to him why Masacai had captured Madoon so easily, but now it sort of made sense. Kicking his horse into a trot he heads off to follow them.
*** He had arrived a few minutes earlier, very near to where their Queen was seated surrounded by friends. He rode a graceful pure black stallion and was shrouded in a midnight black cloak, emblazoned with a large red eagle on his back. Everything that made the slightest of shines was covered in a heavy black cloth. Everything save for a brilliantly shine shield that was being held by his left arm. On his hands were black leather gloves that creaked as he gripped the saddle horn tighter. Protruding from his hip was the Manetheren family sword. From over the heads of her soldiers, Queen Rika Nonaka glares up at the rider. "I demand where you got my husbands sword!"
As the man doesn't respond the soldiers step forward slightly. "Answer me!!" Silently the man pushes back his hood, to reveal a head of Indigo hair and peaceful gray eyes, causing the ones nearest him to drop back.
Gasping in surprise her eyes being to glisten wetly. "...Henry!"
She could feel her heart fluttering wildly as he gazed down at her. She couldn't believe it. But here he was, in the flesh. She had thought that he had been killed when Masacai took the castle. But... Her love barely gave the soldiers around him, dressed in the subtle purples and stunning silvers of Madoon; any notice as he dismounted took her into his warm, safe arms.
Her eyes slowly slide shut as she feels the delightful feel of his lips upon her's. "Henry. I.. I thought.."
"Shsss. I'm alright.. I'm just thankful your ok as well."
She smiles up at him warmly then looks about her, suddenly remembering where she is. She straightens but can't seem to rid herself of her smile. "I have a surprise for you."
Leading him by the hand she pulls him over to the fire where she had been sitting. A young girl stands up to meet them, holding a small warmly wrapped bundle in her arms. Her shortly cut maroon hair frames a cute face with innocent grayish-purple eyes, which have seen too much. "S..Suzy!"
"Henry!" She throws one arm around him in a tight embrace as tears flow down her cheeks..
"Suzy. Did anyone else. Did anyone else make it?"
She looks up at him with a tear stained face, then looks down. "No."
Rika could tell he could barely recognize his little sister. The last time he had seen her she had been playing dress up with her friends and her hair was in pigtails. Now she was a beautiful young woman, who could break hearts.
Suddenly a soft giggle draws his attention to the small bundle in her arms. He hadn't noticed it really before but now he saw it was a small baby girl. Suzy looks up at him with a smile. "Say hello to your baby girl, big brother."
"My... Baby girl..." He looks over at Rika who smiles warmly then kisses his cheek..
"Her name is Anika."
He smiles and looks down at the girl before taking her gently from Suzy. " Anika Wong. As beautiful as her mother." He glances at Rika to see her blush slightly.
As the night wore on they each took turns telling what they had been doing since that terrible night at the Madoon Castle. It turns out Rika had put a spell on herself and Miyako, their General. Joseph had taken her thinking she was the Queen... While he was at Madoon, Rika had taken the army and seized his kingdom. When he returned to his shock he had found her waiting.. It was then that Rika had discovered Suzy in the dungeon.
Henry had also told them each of what he had been doing for the past month.. What he had done.. And of the terrible fate Manetheren, the once proud mountain home, that had befallen it. After they had retired and Rika had put the baby in its crib she moved back to snuggle into his arms again. "I'm glad your back Henry.."
"Me too.. Me too.."
Yawning tiredly she looks up.. "Tomorrow we'll be home. And everything will be fine again."
He tried to make his voice as convincing as he possibly could. "Yes. Everything will be fine." But he was far from convinced.
Joseph, when he had tried to abduct her, had used magic given to him from powerful wielders of the black arts. He knew the symbol on the pouch he had carried. There weren't many who didn't. The symbol was that of the Witches Cavern. Which meant, as it did on times past, that they were up to no good in the world once again.
Manetheren had once stood against them a thousand years past. With the help of the other mountain dwellers they had spared the realm of the lowlanders from the witches' wraith. Now Manetheren was gone. Who was there to stand against them now? With the low realms concerned about their own problems? The Ancient Manetheren bloodline was now in the veins of only two. 'No' he thought as he looked over at his daughter. 'Three...'
And Ill make a dedication... To well Teenager Rika who broke through my metal wall so I could write.
Hearts Reunited
The cold winter night's air chilled him to the bone. These lowlanders had a very odd winter.. The snows were less deep but it seemed colder, and he was soaked to the bone.. His cloak, the same he found in Manetheren, was soaked through and provided little help.. This wet snow was not new to him, but it was an unwelcome visitor.
He had been tracking the Masacai army for weeks now. Like some living shadow, he had avoided their scouting parties and attacked from out of the night. They had tripled their patrols but he still managed to slip by. Revenge for Manetheren would be his, even if he had to kill ever last one of them... He had started to hear rumors in the villages he had passed. He had heard that the Queen of Madoon, Rika Nonaka, had captured Masacai and killed Joseph their king.. But he was positive it was her that had been captured.. Could he of been wrong?
Out of the corner of his eye a movement between the trees draws his attention.. Horses... and a carriage... The Masacai army wasn't as large as the group moving off to his left so who else in the lowlands had an army of that size. Soon his curiosity overcame him and he managed to get onto a high slope, over looking a clearing, before they passed thought it. Gazing down at the old well used road he nearly fell from his horse... The banners flapping in the wind declared the group as an army of Madoon... A million thoughts were running through his head at that moment.. Could it be true? Could there of been this many survivors? It hadn't occurred to him why Masacai had captured Madoon so easily, but now it sort of made sense. Kicking his horse into a trot he heads off to follow them.
*** He had arrived a few minutes earlier, very near to where their Queen was seated surrounded by friends. He rode a graceful pure black stallion and was shrouded in a midnight black cloak, emblazoned with a large red eagle on his back. Everything that made the slightest of shines was covered in a heavy black cloth. Everything save for a brilliantly shine shield that was being held by his left arm. On his hands were black leather gloves that creaked as he gripped the saddle horn tighter. Protruding from his hip was the Manetheren family sword. From over the heads of her soldiers, Queen Rika Nonaka glares up at the rider. "I demand where you got my husbands sword!"
As the man doesn't respond the soldiers step forward slightly. "Answer me!!" Silently the man pushes back his hood, to reveal a head of Indigo hair and peaceful gray eyes, causing the ones nearest him to drop back.
Gasping in surprise her eyes being to glisten wetly. "...Henry!"
She could feel her heart fluttering wildly as he gazed down at her. She couldn't believe it. But here he was, in the flesh. She had thought that he had been killed when Masacai took the castle. But... Her love barely gave the soldiers around him, dressed in the subtle purples and stunning silvers of Madoon; any notice as he dismounted took her into his warm, safe arms.
Her eyes slowly slide shut as she feels the delightful feel of his lips upon her's. "Henry. I.. I thought.."
"Shsss. I'm alright.. I'm just thankful your ok as well."
She smiles up at him warmly then looks about her, suddenly remembering where she is. She straightens but can't seem to rid herself of her smile. "I have a surprise for you."
Leading him by the hand she pulls him over to the fire where she had been sitting. A young girl stands up to meet them, holding a small warmly wrapped bundle in her arms. Her shortly cut maroon hair frames a cute face with innocent grayish-purple eyes, which have seen too much. "S..Suzy!"
"Henry!" She throws one arm around him in a tight embrace as tears flow down her cheeks..
"Suzy. Did anyone else. Did anyone else make it?"
She looks up at him with a tear stained face, then looks down. "No."
Rika could tell he could barely recognize his little sister. The last time he had seen her she had been playing dress up with her friends and her hair was in pigtails. Now she was a beautiful young woman, who could break hearts.
Suddenly a soft giggle draws his attention to the small bundle in her arms. He hadn't noticed it really before but now he saw it was a small baby girl. Suzy looks up at him with a smile. "Say hello to your baby girl, big brother."
"My... Baby girl..." He looks over at Rika who smiles warmly then kisses his cheek..
"Her name is Anika."
He smiles and looks down at the girl before taking her gently from Suzy. " Anika Wong. As beautiful as her mother." He glances at Rika to see her blush slightly.
As the night wore on they each took turns telling what they had been doing since that terrible night at the Madoon Castle. It turns out Rika had put a spell on herself and Miyako, their General. Joseph had taken her thinking she was the Queen... While he was at Madoon, Rika had taken the army and seized his kingdom. When he returned to his shock he had found her waiting.. It was then that Rika had discovered Suzy in the dungeon.
Henry had also told them each of what he had been doing for the past month.. What he had done.. And of the terrible fate Manetheren, the once proud mountain home, that had befallen it. After they had retired and Rika had put the baby in its crib she moved back to snuggle into his arms again. "I'm glad your back Henry.."
"Me too.. Me too.."
Yawning tiredly she looks up.. "Tomorrow we'll be home. And everything will be fine again."
He tried to make his voice as convincing as he possibly could. "Yes. Everything will be fine." But he was far from convinced.
Joseph, when he had tried to abduct her, had used magic given to him from powerful wielders of the black arts. He knew the symbol on the pouch he had carried. There weren't many who didn't. The symbol was that of the Witches Cavern. Which meant, as it did on times past, that they were up to no good in the world once again.
Manetheren had once stood against them a thousand years past. With the help of the other mountain dwellers they had spared the realm of the lowlanders from the witches' wraith. Now Manetheren was gone. Who was there to stand against them now? With the low realms concerned about their own problems? The Ancient Manetheren bloodline was now in the veins of only two. 'No' he thought as he looked over at his daughter. 'Three...'