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*the review who didn't leave a name just a '…'
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World So Cold
By: Raven Moonshadow
Chapter 2: What happened…?
She found herself rushing headlong through a vortex of dimensional magic. It's shimmering tendrils leapt out to caress what could be touched, begging her to stay in the lonely oblivion. Sounds of undistinguishable origin rushed past her, lingering personalities of other worlds that were lost. She stared unafraid into the oncoming darkness until a light pierced the end and twinkled invitingly at her. That was it.
Mythical Times.
The whirlwind of magic cumulated and then released, wisps of enduring magic clinging to her, before leaving Thorn standing once again on solid ground. The wind wafted through her hair, carrying a metallic scent intertwined with the horrific silence.
Thalia sighed disappointedly in her minds eye.
Thorn opened her gold eyes and found herself in the middle of a battle field. A very bloody and recent one. All around her lay arrows, weapons, bodies, dismembered limbs, and tons of blood; strewn about in the after effects of a war. It wasn't a very pretty scene. Actually, it was down right disgusting, and made her step back in repulse. A loud squish from beneath her sandal and the wetness that now clung between her toes made her want to gag.
What the hell had happened?
The landscape was destroyed and broken. This wasn't the same place she had first come to. No. It couldn't be, that place had been full of wonder and green. Instantly her mind wandered to Thalia. That was it. Thalia must have brought her to the wrong place.
"Thalia, where are we?" She asked aloud.
"Where do ye think we are?"
"Not where we are supposed to be."
"That is what I had hoped for but if ye look yonder you'll see." Thalia retreated back into the depths of Thorns mind sadly. Following the mental blinking arrow she looked to the distance and her heart stopped. Just about the cover of trees she could see a familiar looking stone pillar.
The Tower of the Forgotten Sorceress. The one which the final battle had taken place before Thorn had left.
Where Trowa had died protecting her.
The raven haired girl stifled her gasp behind her hand as a lone tear slid down her cheek. But how? The forest where the tower resided had been surrounded by a barrier of ice and snow. A bitter wasteland that was meant to keep everyone away from the tower. Well, if one thought about it, it was still a bitter wasteland, just with gore and blood instead of ice and snow.
"No…"her whisper carried on the wind airily. She stood in total silence viewing the land.
Something sounded under a pile of bodies and moved causing Thorn to jump back in surprise. Was something still alive?
"There are still some that are alive yet. If we were to seek answers they would be the best to question." Thalia said strongly. Thorn nodded. Instantly memories of a spell flittered across her mind; Thalia's memories. The raven haired girl closed her eyes and touched her finger tips to the center of her chest, the Anahata chakra, allowing her empathic sense to flow out to locate sources of pain. All of the chakras began tingling; Sahasrara, the crow center, Ajna, the brow center, Visuddha, the throat center, Anahata, the heart center, Manipura, the solar plexus center, Svadhisthana, the sacral center, and Muladhara, the base center.
Thorn raised her upturned palm to the sky and allowed the power to flow up through her arm to collect at the center of her palm. Suddenly her eyes flew open to reveal glowing golden orbs. "Convoko Vita." A golden shock wave of energy pulsed from her hand and flowed over the battlefield. The gold settled in focal points in an aurora of gold hovering over life. One was over the pile of bodies where she had heard a sound. She jogged over and knelt.
Thorn wrinkled her nose. Oh this was so incredibly gross that it wasn't even funny. Her hands began moving aside the gore and horror, her urge to vomit suppressed by the thought that she could be saving someone's life.
As soon as the last dead body was pushed aside the gold light flew into the body, a body that she had not been expecting. Slitted teal eyes looked up at her before it let out a loud meow.
She blinked. "A cat?"
"Meowwwww." It cocked its head to the side. Again, she could help but blink a few more times before reaching down and picking up the reddish-auburn colored cat.
"What the hell would a cat be doing on a battlefield?" She petted it softly until a loud purr broke the silence. She smiled. "Awww…what a cute cat. If my sister wasn't allergic to cats I'd adopt you." She tickled its chin as she stood and began moving toward the next gold light.
Much easier than the last, this body was lying above the gore with an arrow sticking out of his chest. Something about him struck a cord. He seemed so familiar and, yet, the elf ears he had threw her off track. Her fingers pressed gently against the pulse of his neck and faintly she felt his life beating. The cat let out a little hiss. She blinked.
"What? What is it, kitty?" She asked before her eyes widened with surprise as the cat took a flying leap out of her arms and pouncing on the elf's chest. Thorn was quick to react and pulled the hissing ball of fury off the injured Elvin warrior's chest. The cat struggled against her arms. "Whoa there, kitty! I don't know why you would want to attack this man, but I won't allow you to try this again" Thorn spoke sternly to him. She held the struggling can to her chest and stroked its ears until its struggles began to subside. The cat calmed down, nuzzling against her chest, though for some reason she felt as if the cat would peek over at the wounded elf and glare.
She shook it off and knelt beside the warrior, inspecting his wounds. "Hm…levetavus." And the elf's body rose in a gold bubble to follow her to the next three spots. Just as she reached one warrior, he died. Another was a large battle horse that lay struggling with a sword slash in its flanks. She knelt down and let her hands hover briefly over the deep wound. The gold light that had hovered over the horse's body flew into her outstretched hand and then radiated down into the horses wound, but now in a blue light of healing. With the cut now healed the horse pushed itself up and looked at Thorn before moving beside her. She smiled.
She moved to the last light and found a young soldier that looked…her eyes widened…that looked like Wufei! She immediately dropped to her knees and inspected him. Luckily he just seemed unconscious with a few minor wounds. A dragon, just slightly larger than the man himself, lay dead, curled protectively around his body. Apparently it had protected him from the brunt of the battle. She put a gold bubble around him as well before she hoisted herself up into the horses saddle.
The cat nestled into her lap as the horse began to gallop in the direction that Thalia led it.
Toward the tower in the distance.
~Owari
Raven: Yeah…um *scratches the back of her head with a sweatdrop* sorry about the lack of update-age. And I don't just mean on this story but on all the others as well. The next chapter I'm also going to post under gundam fiction but then I think I'm going to post this in the Ronin section, since this is a crossover. I just haven't gotten to the ronins or warlords yet. Well that's kind of a lie. I have introduced one of the warlords, but you'll never know it's him until he reveals himself! Bwahahahaha. *Talpa appears and gnaws on her skull*
Talpa: My evil laugh, not yours! Insolent wench! *gnaws some more*
