Chapter 89: I Called You Friend

"F***ing b******," Tinsir hissed, "I hate him. Whenever things finally go right, he screws them up."

"What are we going to do," Squall asked, his stormy eyes peering into hers.

"What can we do? I have to do as I promised, and you have do as you need."

"What do we have to do to stop this?"

"I need to fight him.... Oh, crap... He'll like that..."

"So he dies happy if you do win.... Can death die?"

"If I have anything to say about it," Tinsir said, smacking a clenched fist into the palm of the other, "He'll fall at my hands."

"What about your sisters?"

"We fight them now. Come, we go to the next battle. Odin should have everyone assembled by now."

"Wait," Squall said, grabbing her arm, his wings folding around them both. A man of little words, he kissed her, his tongue massaging hers, and visa versa. Hand in hand they descended, the others ready for the next battle at hand.

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The large army of Guardians were in formation, ready for the march that lay ahead. Tinsir remounted her horse, Nightmare, and they headed off, slow, but strong. Squall at her right, and Odin at her left, she would not give up so easily. A force to be reckoned with, they set off.

The castle expected their attack, and as the Guardians neared the castle, but still a safe distance away, balls of fire were hurled over the castle walls. One landed right in front of Tinsir's horse, but even the will of Nightmare would not waver. Something whispered in the ear of her mare, Nighmare outstretched her black wings. Squall, and the other mortals were not expecting that, and were quiet shocked as Tinsir called the charge, and took off.

The Guardians took off at full force, the water Guardians drainging the moat by various ways. Some made the water into clouds, some steam, some drank it, some made it into ice. The telekinetic Guardians made the ice levatate above the castle walls, and crashed atop the enemy. The castle had its drawbridge lifted, and Tinsir cut the bonds that held it up.

"I shall play by your rules sisters," her metaphysical voice echoed throughout the castle, "I shall play dirty. You shall fall at my hands, and know fear. You shall know agony, and pain. You shall know despair, and lack of hope. You shall know death."

Now, throughout all of this the Guardians were fighting how they knew. Earth elemented ones crumbled the foundation of the castle, air used any attacked they could. Such as wind, storms, aerial attacks, et cetera. Water flooded the castle where they could, and made clouds for the air elemented to use for rain. Fire set any thing it could aflame. Swords clashed, blood was shed, cries were heard, death was everywhere. Many Guardians died that day. Too many for a world that needs them...

Now Tinsir was not just standing back, and watching. What would she be if she did not take sport in this charnal house. She walked in through the front door, sword, and wings out, and ready for battle. She walked through the halls, knowing exactly where to go. Soldiers of her family sought to capture her, but most fell with a quick slice of her blade.

She walked down one hall, tapestries hung on both sides of the past so long ago. Fights between both side raged on, and some of the villians tried to slay her, but she cut most of them down to size with out taking her eyes off from the door that lay ahead. One soldier (quite cute by the way) walked to slay her from behind, and she bent backwards to slay him. Blood gushing from a large gash stretching from his throat to his groin, she realized who he was- a long lost childhood friend, and first kiss. Memories flashed back to her mind of a simpler time.

The son of Odin named Theoler, he was trained alongside her. One day they were playing spin the bottle with her sisters, and a couple other boys. He landed on her, and they kissed. He tried to french kiss her, but she bit his tongue in shock.

"My Hyne," her lips trembled as he fell to the ground. She fell to his side, and held the wound. He looked up at her, suffocating. He moved a stray hair from her face, and held her cheek. Tears ran down her face, and onto the drying blood, time stood still. In that moment, he died. Time resumed, she walked on in shock, trying to regain her composure. Giving a battle cry, and plunged her blade into the belly of a large Dark Guardian. Guts spilling to the floor, she continued to slice across his abdomen. Walking on the carnage continued, no evil left alive in her wake.

Squall followed behind her at a distance. Battling his own way down the halls, and he come across Theoler. He saw a necklace of Tinsir's on his chest, and kneeled by the man's body to investigate. Reaching out to touch it, Theoler's bloody hand grabbed his own.

Standing before the doors, Tinsir caught her breath. A bloody hand against a white door, her sisters on the other side, she opened it.