Title Pending. (prologue/?)
DISCLAIMER: Nothing is mine besides Bramwell, Sticks and other characters from my imagination that are soon to come! Everything else in this story that is related to the movie Willow belongs to its respective owners and no infringement is intended. This story is for entertainment purposes only!
RATING: PG for a few swears and some violence. Nothing to horrid.
SUMMARY: Not sure if this is a sequel to Willow the movie, but perhaps just a continuation. It takes place 16 years after the film and Elora Danan is all grown up, and a new evil is brewing in the land…something perhaps far worse than Queen Bavmorda. Elora must venture out by herself, (with a few companions along the way) to find and destroy this new evil.
AUTHORS NOTE: This story was written quite quickly and some stuff had to be made up, but I think it's quite good.
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Elora pressed her heel's into the horses glossy black haunches, willing it to go faster, farther. The wind whipped in her face, and Elora gave up on trying to pull the hood of her mantle over her head. Elora glanced over her shoulder quickly, she knew Sorsha and Madmartigan would kill her, but over the past few months something had been growing inside Elora. Something she couldn't explain. Something that was leading her to a small Nelwyn town where an old dear friend lived.
Elora sighed, she'd tried to get away twice before but Madmartigan had caught up to her and dragged her back to the castle screaming about 'drawn and quartered'. Elora had stomped up to her room screaming something random about him not being her father and slammed the door in his face. He bolted the door and locked her in, until Sorsha let her out ten minutes later.
Sorsha had tried to talk to her adopted daughter, but Elora just couldn't find the words to explain. All she knew was that she had to get away. Had to help. With something but for the life of her she couldn't figure out what.
Elora had managed to get a rough map to the town from Fin Razel, and now Elora was riding as hard as she could. Hoping this time Madmartigan wouldn't catch up to her. No offense old man, she thought in her head smiling.
Elora clicked her toung and her horse pressed on...well, technically it was Madmartigan's horse, but not that it mattered. It was the fastest and most powerful horse and of course the one Madmartigan forbade her to ride!
"Come on," Elora cried out, whipping her hand into the air, she'd never felt more free, until the moment she felt her backside slip and she grabbed on to Kanon's reins, pressing her front to his main as he bolted down the field.
"Whoa," Elora pushed her feet down in the stirrups and pulled Kanon to a stop. He snorted and Elora scratched his neck fondly. "Good boy," She said, reached down she wrapped her arms around his shoulders the best she could and gave him a tight hug. "Okay," Elora murmured, biting her lip. She pulled out Fin Razel's map. "What the--?" She muttered, "this bunch of tree's, looks like that bunch of tree's!" Elora growled, "is this cursed thing even right side up?" Elora furrowed her brow and bunched the map into a ball. She tossed it onto the ground. "Where am I?" Elora brought her left leg over to the right side and slid off Kanon's back.
She looked up to the sky, and something brown soared over her head, Elora jumped and grabbed Kanon's reins, Kanon whinnied and Elora dropped her hand onto Kanon's muzzle, to calm him. At her touch Kanon quieted and flicked his tail.
Elora scanned the horizon and saw a dirt road, a nasty looking bunch of rusting crow's cage and the Crossroads into Nelwyn territory.
"Well," she took a deep breath and tried to shake off her unease. "It's now or never-oomph!" She cried out as her right foot twisted in an uneven patch of ground. "That couldn't be a good omen," she muttered to her self rotating her ankle. She put pressure on it, and was relieved to find out there was no pain. "I'm in the mood to walk!" She declared to no one at all, she rubbed the inside of her leg just above her knee. Her muscles were aching and Elora hoped that walking it off would help ease the pain. She flung her mantle over her shoulder and grabbed a tight hold of Kanon's reins. "Come," she said pulling him along, she edged closer to the crossroads.
Keeping her eyes on the crow's cage. She knew that was where Madmartigan was found by Willow--her God father she hadn't seen since her seventh birthday, but Elora still remembered his smiling face vividly.
Elora stepped onto the dirt road, she pulled her hood up over her head, then down over her eyes. Sure Elora knew that it had been almost sixteen years since evil Queen Bavmorda, but Elora still felt the sudden instinct to hide her face. Who knew what was around these parts, besides, even though Queen Bavmorda herself had been destroyed, Elora knew there were other evil's in the world. She'd be foolish if she thought otherwise.
There was a crack to her right and Elora moved close to Kanon, pressing her body against his. Elora looked down and saw she'd stepped on a twig. Her face flushed and she punched herself in the shoulder. Don't be foolish, girl, you're just frightening yourself. Another twig snapped up Elora's boot and she jumped, "stop it!" She chastised herself. "It's a wood! it's a wood, a Nelwyn wood , not the pit into hell." Elora pressed on and turned her face away from the crow's cages and the rotting bodies--who's skeleton hands still clutched the iron bars.
Finally Elora stepped onto the lush field that lay just before the forest that would lead her to Willow. Elora smiled, and made her way into the lush green forest.
To be continued…
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