Chapter 8
Me: Wheeee! You like it, you like it, you like the way this- @.@
Pheon: Sorry about that, but it was getting on my nerves. Now, Sylva, do the Kudos and I'll give you sugar.
Me: OKAY!
Jackie Almasy- Me: Ok, and thanks for saying it gets better every time!
CrownOfRust- Me: Well, thanks man! And I will continue!
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The levitation spell wore off of Sylva as Narnia stood underneath her. She landed on her friend-turned-enemy. Zephon had been rendered unconscious by the impact of being smashed into a wall. Sylva started growling. Her low growl echoed around the circular room. Narnia trembled. She knew what happened when the damphir was angry. The air in the room started to form a whirlwind. Sylva flew over to Zephon and shielded him from the extreme winds. A cry escaped from her, but it was lost in the roar of the wind. Narnia had dug her claws into Sylva's wings and was trying to pull her away from her counterpart. Zephon woke, as the shriek from Sylva pierced his ears, and watched, horrified, as she was pulled away from his embrace. 'No. Not again. I'm not leaving her again.' Something snapped inside of him then. With a wordless cry filled with pain and rage, he jumped onto Narnia, his claws digging into her back. She let go of Sylva's wings and was thrown around the room by the whirlwind. The Clan Lord jumped off and ran to Sylva.
She lay on the ground. A gasp came from her as he caught her wing. He gently picked her up, allowing her wings to droop down over his arms. Zephon carried her out of the room as the extreme winds died down. All that was left of Narnia were a few, amazingly, charred pieces. Sylva was barely conscious by the time she was laid down on a bed of white silk. Zephon stayed there with her for three days without feeding or anything, as her wings healed. Once when he was asleep, Altorne crept in, holding a vial of some strange liquid. Just as he got to the side of the bed, he heard something. Crack! He looked down, and saw a square, clear crystal plate, with a huge crack in it. Zephon's head shot up quick as lightening, and he glared at his second in disgust.
"What are you doing with that vial?" The Clan Lord sneered. Altorne froze. He was in for it now. Especially if his sire found out what was in that vial. "I'd say you were trying to poison my girl if I didn't know any better."
"What would you say, sire, if I told you I was?" Zephon's eyes narrowed. He didn't like Altorne's tone of voice. Also he wasn't about to let his Sylva get poisoned by his second in command.
Me: Wheeee! You like it, you like it, you like the way this- @.@
Pheon: Sorry about that, but it was getting on my nerves. Now, Sylva, do the Kudos and I'll give you sugar.
Me: OKAY!
Jackie Almasy- Me: Ok, and thanks for saying it gets better every time!
CrownOfRust- Me: Well, thanks man! And I will continue!
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The levitation spell wore off of Sylva as Narnia stood underneath her. She landed on her friend-turned-enemy. Zephon had been rendered unconscious by the impact of being smashed into a wall. Sylva started growling. Her low growl echoed around the circular room. Narnia trembled. She knew what happened when the damphir was angry. The air in the room started to form a whirlwind. Sylva flew over to Zephon and shielded him from the extreme winds. A cry escaped from her, but it was lost in the roar of the wind. Narnia had dug her claws into Sylva's wings and was trying to pull her away from her counterpart. Zephon woke, as the shriek from Sylva pierced his ears, and watched, horrified, as she was pulled away from his embrace. 'No. Not again. I'm not leaving her again.' Something snapped inside of him then. With a wordless cry filled with pain and rage, he jumped onto Narnia, his claws digging into her back. She let go of Sylva's wings and was thrown around the room by the whirlwind. The Clan Lord jumped off and ran to Sylva.
She lay on the ground. A gasp came from her as he caught her wing. He gently picked her up, allowing her wings to droop down over his arms. Zephon carried her out of the room as the extreme winds died down. All that was left of Narnia were a few, amazingly, charred pieces. Sylva was barely conscious by the time she was laid down on a bed of white silk. Zephon stayed there with her for three days without feeding or anything, as her wings healed. Once when he was asleep, Altorne crept in, holding a vial of some strange liquid. Just as he got to the side of the bed, he heard something. Crack! He looked down, and saw a square, clear crystal plate, with a huge crack in it. Zephon's head shot up quick as lightening, and he glared at his second in disgust.
"What are you doing with that vial?" The Clan Lord sneered. Altorne froze. He was in for it now. Especially if his sire found out what was in that vial. "I'd say you were trying to poison my girl if I didn't know any better."
"What would you say, sire, if I told you I was?" Zephon's eyes narrowed. He didn't like Altorne's tone of voice. Also he wasn't about to let his Sylva get poisoned by his second in command.