The journey to the Mahanett tribe took longer than expected. It took quite
a few days and nothing 'unusual' happened. They were at a little distance
from the village now, and they got a nice welcome:-
"Look, there it is!" Scattered Spear said and pointed at a village that looked like a Lego village from their distance. It wasn't big, but it was big enough for a small tribe. They got closer and closer and closer. . .when they were close enough they could see Archers ,prepared to attack, surrounding the village.
Draco heard something cutting through the air as an arrow shot towards them. It hit Scattered Spear in the heart and soon his chest was covered in blood. He fell on his back and tried to get the arrow out of his body. Draco hurried to his side, joining Kordafy (Speckled Sword), who had already taken the arrow out of his brother's chest.
"C-Cold as I-Ice, I w-want you to t-take over, now," he stammered to Draco. Then he turned to Speckled Sword and spoke: "Brother, t-take ca-care of my w-w-wife and ch-children. I want th-them to be ha-happy." He smiled and his brother nodded. Scattered Spear smiled at all of his warriors and then he died. . .
. . .Draco was in control.
"Cold as Ice, what shall we do?" an older man, Lavid (Silver Ox) asked him. "You are in charge now since Scattered Spear is dead."
"Do not say that!" Speckled Sword shouted in disbelief from where he was, trying to hold back tears. The powwaws had checked if there was anything they could do, but they couldn't.
More arrows shot and Draco's men all moved so the enemy couldn't see them. A couple of men died and some mourned their friends, while Draco commanded them to get someplace safe before they died.
"We must do something! We cannot stand here and be morose!" Silver Ox complained.
"Do what?! Send someone up there with a white flag begging for peace?" Speckled Sword suggested sarcastically.
That gave Draco an idea! He was surprised that there wasn't a light bulb (whatever that was, Draco didn't know) hovering above his head. "Speckled Sword, that's brilliant! I'll go forward and distract them while you guys get back to the village!" he suggested.
"No! Cold as Ice, you are our Leader and we cannot afford to lose you!" Spackled Sword objected.
"Yes I am your Leader and I'm commanding that you all get back to the village while I distract the enemy." He turned around to face his warriors. Many of them were hurt and many were looking very miserable. They had lost quite a few of their men and it only encouraged Draco, being a Malfoy and all.
The powwaws were hiding behind Black Leopard, desperately clinging to each other in fear.
The seriously wounded people that couldn't be saved lay hopelessly on the ground, anxious to get up and carry on.
The healthy men stood and listened, some, however, tried to help the wounded, but failing as they died.
Draco felt powerful and he liked it. He looked over the crowd and felt bigger, much bigger than before. . .he was, after all, six foot. He felt so much power over these men as they hushed and listened. And he was giving it up. . .
He gathered all his courage and said it. "Warriors, I will sacrifice myself from my own free will. . ." Many protested. He could hear gasps and complaints and objection. He waved his hand for silence, and got it. Oh, that power. . . ". . .unless someone is willing to give up their lives in my place?" Silence. "Thought so. OK, get me some white material and a stick!"
It wasn't long until they found the sticks and the white material, and Draco made the flag. It was a bit hard to make the flag because they didn't have Spellotape, which Draco was used to.
Draco took a deep breath and picked up the flag. He started walking and as soon as he was in view of the village, he started waving the flag around at a not too sow and not too fast speed.
He was thoughtfully greeted by a number of arrows shooting towards him, in which he avoided and carried on walking. He had had very much training from his Father before he had died and that included dodging things that flew at him at an immediate speed. Another number of arrows shot towards him. He dodged them easily. But the third time, as he attempted to dodge an arrow, an unexpected one hit his arm, just below his shoulder, releasing too much blood.
Draco gave a holler of pain before everything turned black. . .
*****
Ginny avoided The Highest. He looked for her, or so she was told. She had gotten to the habit of eating in fruits in the woods nearby instead of eating with the others.
She had been put in a clan the day before. The Fox clan. She had suspected it for a long while. She didn't know why, it was just a feeling. Now she had a Fox's head painted on her cheek. It was permanent but she was sure that magic could remove it.
She was walking in the woods, a bitten apple in her hand. It wasn't the best tasting apple but it was food.
It was noon and Ginny was enjoying the habitat of the animals that lived there immensely: Apple trees, Banana Trees, Bushes, Berries, Flowers. . .she couldn't name them all! She didn't get much of this in the Forest at Hogwarts, if she got anything at all! Even if she did, it would most likely be poisonous.
(A/N: I have no idea what sorts of plants grow in America! If I got something wrong just ignore it OK? Good!)
She took another bite of her apple and chewed while listening to the beautiful love songs of the birds and the rustling of leaves. There was one noise, however, that wasn't natural. . .
The War Drum. Why was there a War Drum now? The warriors were gone They left days ago. Maybe they were sending more people? Whatever it was, Ginny had to know so she sprinted as fast as she could back to the village.
The village seemed empty for some reason. No one was eating at the meeting place like they should be. But it wasn't quiet. There were cheers and welcomes on the other end of then village. Ginny followed the sound.
At the entrance of the village was a big crowd. Bigger than it would be these days with the warriors gone and all. On one side of the crowd were women, a couple of men and quite a few children. But on the other side were painted men holding weapons and tents as if they had been travelling and expecting something bad to happen. It didn't take Ginny long to realise that they had been travelling and they had expected something bad to happen. . .the warriors were back!
Loneliness and curiosity was replaced by happiness and excitement. Since the warriors were back that meant that Draco was back! Ginny couldn't help but smile and she ran towards the crowd, ready to welcome Draco and give him a big hug. She was too happy to think about the consequences: Angry brothers and a dead Draco, including never being able to see daylight again.
Ginny stood on her tiptoes, anxiously searching for Pale skin and Blonde hair-but she was too small, being only a five foot nine.
She slithered between the happy people and looked around. Red skin, black hair. . .red skin, black hair. . .red skin, no hair. . .no pale skin, nor blonde hair.
Ginny searched for a long time, exhausting herself while she was at it. She decided that he was looking for her, so she sat down and waited for him to find her.
Ginny sat and thought about what would happen to the wedding. She'd probably run away just before they were getting married or something. She didn't want to marry The Highest, she only considered hi as a friend. Men, she thought.
He was sweet and caring, and when he laughed, it sent a chill down her spine. Apparently, no one made him laugh, but when he did, it was like a Jay on a Sunday morning. She supposed it only sent a chill down her spine because she was proud to make him laugh. But fucking hell to MARRY HIM? Over my dead body! She thought crossly.
She waited for half an hour. . .where was Draco! Surely he would have found her by now. There were only a few people left and Ginny could see that Draco was clearly not there amongst them. She decided to ask someone.
"Excuse me," she asked a kind looking man. About in his mid-forties Ginny guessed. "Erm. . .I was wondering if you've seen a pale seventeen year old warrior with blonde hair? His name is Cold as Ice" she asked politely.
The man sighed heavily and groaned. He didn't seem annoyed because his face softened to what looked like sympathy. "I am very sorry, dear." The man gave another sigh. "He sacrificed himself for a distraction. No one else would do it."
"He's DEAD!?!?!" Ginny exclaimed very loudly indeed.
"I do not know. It was simply a distraction. Maybe he is held prisoner? I do not know for sure. All the information I can give you is that he shall probably not return. . ." Ginny gasped. ". . .ever," he added, looking very sorry. " I am very sorry, dear."
He put a hand on her shoulder and left her standing, a trillion thoughts passing by in her head. She stared right ahead, wide eyed.
Then, without hesitating, she hardened her expression and packed her things. And then she carefully sneaked out. . .
A/N: OK, you like? Plz plz plz pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeez review! Reviews are my life! They're like food, like water, like oxygen! I can't live without them! *gets on knees and begs* Pleeeeeeeeeez! *gets up and brushes jeans* OK I'm done. Please stay with me to find out what happens to Draco. . .
"Look, there it is!" Scattered Spear said and pointed at a village that looked like a Lego village from their distance. It wasn't big, but it was big enough for a small tribe. They got closer and closer and closer. . .when they were close enough they could see Archers ,prepared to attack, surrounding the village.
Draco heard something cutting through the air as an arrow shot towards them. It hit Scattered Spear in the heart and soon his chest was covered in blood. He fell on his back and tried to get the arrow out of his body. Draco hurried to his side, joining Kordafy (Speckled Sword), who had already taken the arrow out of his brother's chest.
"C-Cold as I-Ice, I w-want you to t-take over, now," he stammered to Draco. Then he turned to Speckled Sword and spoke: "Brother, t-take ca-care of my w-w-wife and ch-children. I want th-them to be ha-happy." He smiled and his brother nodded. Scattered Spear smiled at all of his warriors and then he died. . .
. . .Draco was in control.
"Cold as Ice, what shall we do?" an older man, Lavid (Silver Ox) asked him. "You are in charge now since Scattered Spear is dead."
"Do not say that!" Speckled Sword shouted in disbelief from where he was, trying to hold back tears. The powwaws had checked if there was anything they could do, but they couldn't.
More arrows shot and Draco's men all moved so the enemy couldn't see them. A couple of men died and some mourned their friends, while Draco commanded them to get someplace safe before they died.
"We must do something! We cannot stand here and be morose!" Silver Ox complained.
"Do what?! Send someone up there with a white flag begging for peace?" Speckled Sword suggested sarcastically.
That gave Draco an idea! He was surprised that there wasn't a light bulb (whatever that was, Draco didn't know) hovering above his head. "Speckled Sword, that's brilliant! I'll go forward and distract them while you guys get back to the village!" he suggested.
"No! Cold as Ice, you are our Leader and we cannot afford to lose you!" Spackled Sword objected.
"Yes I am your Leader and I'm commanding that you all get back to the village while I distract the enemy." He turned around to face his warriors. Many of them were hurt and many were looking very miserable. They had lost quite a few of their men and it only encouraged Draco, being a Malfoy and all.
The powwaws were hiding behind Black Leopard, desperately clinging to each other in fear.
The seriously wounded people that couldn't be saved lay hopelessly on the ground, anxious to get up and carry on.
The healthy men stood and listened, some, however, tried to help the wounded, but failing as they died.
Draco felt powerful and he liked it. He looked over the crowd and felt bigger, much bigger than before. . .he was, after all, six foot. He felt so much power over these men as they hushed and listened. And he was giving it up. . .
He gathered all his courage and said it. "Warriors, I will sacrifice myself from my own free will. . ." Many protested. He could hear gasps and complaints and objection. He waved his hand for silence, and got it. Oh, that power. . . ". . .unless someone is willing to give up their lives in my place?" Silence. "Thought so. OK, get me some white material and a stick!"
It wasn't long until they found the sticks and the white material, and Draco made the flag. It was a bit hard to make the flag because they didn't have Spellotape, which Draco was used to.
Draco took a deep breath and picked up the flag. He started walking and as soon as he was in view of the village, he started waving the flag around at a not too sow and not too fast speed.
He was thoughtfully greeted by a number of arrows shooting towards him, in which he avoided and carried on walking. He had had very much training from his Father before he had died and that included dodging things that flew at him at an immediate speed. Another number of arrows shot towards him. He dodged them easily. But the third time, as he attempted to dodge an arrow, an unexpected one hit his arm, just below his shoulder, releasing too much blood.
Draco gave a holler of pain before everything turned black. . .
*****
Ginny avoided The Highest. He looked for her, or so she was told. She had gotten to the habit of eating in fruits in the woods nearby instead of eating with the others.
She had been put in a clan the day before. The Fox clan. She had suspected it for a long while. She didn't know why, it was just a feeling. Now she had a Fox's head painted on her cheek. It was permanent but she was sure that magic could remove it.
She was walking in the woods, a bitten apple in her hand. It wasn't the best tasting apple but it was food.
It was noon and Ginny was enjoying the habitat of the animals that lived there immensely: Apple trees, Banana Trees, Bushes, Berries, Flowers. . .she couldn't name them all! She didn't get much of this in the Forest at Hogwarts, if she got anything at all! Even if she did, it would most likely be poisonous.
(A/N: I have no idea what sorts of plants grow in America! If I got something wrong just ignore it OK? Good!)
She took another bite of her apple and chewed while listening to the beautiful love songs of the birds and the rustling of leaves. There was one noise, however, that wasn't natural. . .
The War Drum. Why was there a War Drum now? The warriors were gone They left days ago. Maybe they were sending more people? Whatever it was, Ginny had to know so she sprinted as fast as she could back to the village.
The village seemed empty for some reason. No one was eating at the meeting place like they should be. But it wasn't quiet. There were cheers and welcomes on the other end of then village. Ginny followed the sound.
At the entrance of the village was a big crowd. Bigger than it would be these days with the warriors gone and all. On one side of the crowd were women, a couple of men and quite a few children. But on the other side were painted men holding weapons and tents as if they had been travelling and expecting something bad to happen. It didn't take Ginny long to realise that they had been travelling and they had expected something bad to happen. . .the warriors were back!
Loneliness and curiosity was replaced by happiness and excitement. Since the warriors were back that meant that Draco was back! Ginny couldn't help but smile and she ran towards the crowd, ready to welcome Draco and give him a big hug. She was too happy to think about the consequences: Angry brothers and a dead Draco, including never being able to see daylight again.
Ginny stood on her tiptoes, anxiously searching for Pale skin and Blonde hair-but she was too small, being only a five foot nine.
She slithered between the happy people and looked around. Red skin, black hair. . .red skin, black hair. . .red skin, no hair. . .no pale skin, nor blonde hair.
Ginny searched for a long time, exhausting herself while she was at it. She decided that he was looking for her, so she sat down and waited for him to find her.
Ginny sat and thought about what would happen to the wedding. She'd probably run away just before they were getting married or something. She didn't want to marry The Highest, she only considered hi as a friend. Men, she thought.
He was sweet and caring, and when he laughed, it sent a chill down her spine. Apparently, no one made him laugh, but when he did, it was like a Jay on a Sunday morning. She supposed it only sent a chill down her spine because she was proud to make him laugh. But fucking hell to MARRY HIM? Over my dead body! She thought crossly.
She waited for half an hour. . .where was Draco! Surely he would have found her by now. There were only a few people left and Ginny could see that Draco was clearly not there amongst them. She decided to ask someone.
"Excuse me," she asked a kind looking man. About in his mid-forties Ginny guessed. "Erm. . .I was wondering if you've seen a pale seventeen year old warrior with blonde hair? His name is Cold as Ice" she asked politely.
The man sighed heavily and groaned. He didn't seem annoyed because his face softened to what looked like sympathy. "I am very sorry, dear." The man gave another sigh. "He sacrificed himself for a distraction. No one else would do it."
"He's DEAD!?!?!" Ginny exclaimed very loudly indeed.
"I do not know. It was simply a distraction. Maybe he is held prisoner? I do not know for sure. All the information I can give you is that he shall probably not return. . ." Ginny gasped. ". . .ever," he added, looking very sorry. " I am very sorry, dear."
He put a hand on her shoulder and left her standing, a trillion thoughts passing by in her head. She stared right ahead, wide eyed.
Then, without hesitating, she hardened her expression and packed her things. And then she carefully sneaked out. . .
A/N: OK, you like? Plz plz plz pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeez review! Reviews are my life! They're like food, like water, like oxygen! I can't live without them! *gets on knees and begs* Pleeeeeeeeeez! *gets up and brushes jeans* OK I'm done. Please stay with me to find out what happens to Draco. . .
