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: Will be PG later 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.
AN: Short chappy, but finally getting to the good stuff!
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Elora shifted in the saddle, her left cheek was numb and her stomach rumbled for the fourth time in ten minutes. Elora scanned the tree's until finally she saw it...the top of a hut could be seen above the foliage. "We're here!" Elora cried out, she pressed her heels into Kanon's haunches and flipped the reins.
"Is. This. Really. Necessary?" Bramwell wondered, bouncing up and down in Elora's pocket, Sticks seemed to be having a much better time, he was hanging out of Elora's other pocket shouting, "ride on! Ride on!" And laughing maniacally (much like Brownie's have the tendency to do).
Elora rode into Nahani, her cloak billowed behind her and her hair whipped around her face, "is he still here?" She cried out.
"I should hope so! I don't want to come all this way for nothing!" Bramwell shouted, he suddenly lost his footing in Elora's pocket and almost tumbled out, Elora clamped her hand around Bramwell, tucking him back into her pocket. She felt his spear pierce the palm of her hand.
"Ouch! I was just trying to help!" Elora shouted.
"Dump him out!" Sticks yelled, "see how he likes it then!" He raised his spear and let out a roar, he lost his footing himself and dangled by one hand as the front door to Willow's hut burst open.
"What is that racket!?" Willow shouted.
Elora saw him and her breath caught in her throat...after nine years and here she was again, Willow looked up and saw the horse and its rider, her long auburn hair and bright blue eyes struck something within him. Elora yanked back on the reins Kanon whinnied indignantly and Elora jumped off her horse.
"Willow!" She cried out, emotion finally overcoming her.
Willow's face suddenly changed, this woman who was running towards him was...was? No! That was impossible!
"Willow!" Elora cried out again.
"Elora?" Willow shouted, and he hurried down the path, Elora dropped onto her knee's and flung her arms around Willow's neck. Willow hugged the young woman Elora--the tiny baby was how he remembered her best--had grown into. Kaiya heard Willow shouting and left her baking to see what all the fuss was about. She froze as she stepped out of the house. No...it couldn't be, not after all these years, could it?
Elora was weeping and Willow pulled back to get a good look at her, he wiped the tears from her cheeks and Elora smiled warmly at Willow. Willow's face was more ragged and lined with wrinkles, his hair was stark white but his eyes still held the spark that they had when Elora was just a baby.
"I can't believe it!" Willow cried out, "what are you doing here?" Willow turned to Kaiya, "look! Look it's Elora."
Kaiya wiped her hands on her apron, and managed to stand at the door for about a second before she ran towards Elora. Elora hugged Kaiya and planted a kiss on the old woman's cheek.
Willow took Kaiya's frail hand and Elora pushed herself to her feet, brushing off her skirt.
"I can't believe it!" Willow exclaimed.
"Neither can I, it seems like so long ago." Elora's cheeks were rosy and her wild hair was tangled around her shoulders, she looked down at her pockets at a nauseous Sticks and a disgruntled Bramwell. "This is Sticks and Bramwell."
"Brownies!" Willow yelped, he hadn't seen Brownie's since Bavmorda's time.
"I'll explain inside, is there anywhere I can tie up my horse?"
Willow looked at Kanon, then back at Elora. "Your horse? I take it he's Madmartigan's then?"
Elora blushed, "you know me too well."
Willow patted Elora's hand, "Ranon's out in the fields, he'll hitch him up for you."
"I don't mind," Elora replied, I need to walk, I've been on that horse for years it seems."
"Come inside and bring Ranon with you when you've finished, I've just baked some bread," Kaiya said clutching Willow's hand happily. When Elora took Kanon's reins and pulled him behind the hut Kaiya's face clouded over. "What do you think it could be?"
Willow looked at his wife and sighed, he'd managed to pretend up until now that Elora was simply in the village for a visit, but he knew better. "I don't know," Willow replied, "I'm afraid to find out."
To be continued…
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