Leaving Illusions Behind
Written by Li Cruz
Chapter Eleven: Angel of Light and Angel of Darkness
Author Notes:
Okay, need ya guys to take a poll in the direction you would like, 'cause I'm at an impasse currently. Please do it in with your reviews.
Poll: What direction should this story go?
1. Goes to Quatre's home universe.
2. Goes to Gundam Wing Universe.
3. Goes to Legend of Mana Universe
4. Goes to Hyule Universe.
5. Other Universe? Please say what.
Until this is figured out either by you the reader or moi, I'll be doing short Intermission piece. Currently, I'm leaning towards a GW or LOM one.
Signing out
Li Cruz (rantermaster@yahoo.com)
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The group of Gryffindors and two Slytherins arrived early to the Defense against Dark Arts classroom. When the door opened, it revealed a Quiddith arena size room. Professor Motou and Snape came in. Professor Motou carried in various packages and Snape carried several tall candle stands. As the students started to trail in, Snape and Motou start a rune circle. Soon all the school sat on the benches in the room as the two Professor completed the circle. The entire faculty and all of the available members of the Order of Phoenix were stationed at various points.
Dumbledore walked to the center of arena. The students, many fidgeting in place, wondered what was going on.
"There is an entity among us that has aligned himself with Voldemort." His voice echoed throughout the room. "This spell will simply identify those who aren't fully human."
"He trailed off. He nodded for the teachers that had gathered around the circle. They began chanting.
The room began to darken. Some like Ryou, Malik, and Yugi began glowing with a pale purple aura. Quatre's aura was a deep purple streaked with muted colors. Many of the students sitting next to Quatre tried moving away. There was a yell as Mikel Owens fell out of his seat, withering and glowing white. Many students surged out of their seats to get away. A number of the Order trained their wands on him.
Something about Mikel sparked a memory in Quatre. He turned on his heels and yelled.
"He's just the diversion!"
The candles flared brightly, spraying the chanters in hot wax. The flames floated out of the candles to the center of the circle. The dust blown out of the design ended the spell. Mikel was suddenly in the center kneeling before the growing flames. The flames solidified into a definite figure.
The flames died away and the room gasped in surprise. Quatre, now standing on the arena floor, glared as he took a defensive stance. Mikel groveled before the being. Mikel seemed to be a copy that barely compared to the original. The figure was living energy than living stone.
"Hello, Shades, how nice to see you again." The figure cheerfully greeted his voice smooth and lyrical.
"Darth." Quatre snarled his low voice seemingly harsh against the honeyed voice.
Darth smirked. Several girls fainted at this. Quatre's voice snapped many of the teachers, the Order, and his companions out of the trance.
Mikel disappeared completely in a spark of light. A pile of dust was where Mikel had kneeled.
"How did you like my golem, Shades?"
Quatre's face was completely blank, his black eyes glittering. Darth cocked his head in amusement. Quatre's voice rang out, sounding like the roaring wind.
"I challenge you to a duel."
There was laughter clear and cheerful but with an undercurrent of malice. Darth bowed mockingly as the teacher scrambled to the sidelines.
"And what are the conditions, Yami Tenshi?" He spoke, clearly mocking Quatre.
"..."
"Of course, my dear Shadow. To the victor, go the spoils." He laughed again.
"Ah, we need some important folks to view this." With a wave of Darth's hand, Fudge, Umibridge, and a few other members of the Ministry of Magic appeared on the benches.
An odd barrier came up around the arena's perimeter. Darth smirked as he bowed again, a wand appearing in his right hand. Quatre's hand tightened on his wand. The air became heavy with silence as the duelist stared or glared each other down.
Darth broke the silence by yelling out Curcio. Quatre immediately phased out of the way. Quatre merely waved his staff and shards of shadows sprayed at Darth. Impossibly dark red blood slowly dripped down a small cut on Darth's temple. Darth reached up and rubbed his blood on his finger. All not under his spell could see the fear flash in his eyes before he snarled out the next spell. Quatre was trapped by spears of light.
Quatre merely touched the staff to the light and the spears encircling him disappeared. In one fluid movement, Quatre transfigured his staff into a sword. He rushed towards Darth, his face still blank.
Darth dropped his wand and barely pulled his own sword to meet Quatre's steel. He forced Quatre back. Quatre flipped away gracefully, his sword swung out. Darth was slammed back magically against the barrier.
Darth wheezed a bit as he pulled himself off the barrier. He spitted out blood as he warily watched Quatre, who circled around constantly.
"Damn you. Getting stronger, but then I've still have some tricks up my sleeve."
Quatre barely twisted out of the way as a spell shot by. Quatre quickly positioned himself to see either attacker. Darth's spell broke when Lord Voldemort came strutting into the arena. Most of the crowd surged back.
Quatre's stomach dropped. If Quatre didn't do something now, this could turn into a massacre. Quatre instinctively reached for the castle spells. The castle, an entity itself, responded to Quatre's silent commands. Darth and Voldemort were now circling, shooting spells. Since Quatre was given partial attention to them, several of the lesser spells hit. The sword reverted back into his staff.
"Losing your touch, Shades?" Darth said. He and Voldemort laughed at this. The crowd was enthralled by the duel.
Quatre's head snapped back up, a tight smile lit his face. "Never."
Voldemort's red eyes narrowed. "You insolent..."
Quatre's eyes showed he was resigned to his fate. Then something sparked in his eyes. The tight smile became a smirk as Quatre rushed both Voldemort and Darth. Darth barely slipped by Quatre's hit. Voldemort found himself trapped up against the barrier. Quatre spoke into Voldemort's ear.
"You think you have won. But you have already lost. You already lost."
Voldemort's eyes imperceptibly widened as Quatre was blasted off by Darth. Quatre rolled back on his feet. Darth began chanting a death spell, but Quatre threw his staff. The staff spun into Darth's jaw, causing him to mispronounce the last word.
White light filled the arena. There was much screaming and yelling as the spell disarmed the barrier. When the light cleared, Quatre was no longer in the arena. After the initial shock, everyone also found that Harry Potter, Neville Longbottom, Draco Malfroy, and Seto Kaiba had disappeared.
Voldemort snarled something at Darth before apparating away immediately after the light cleared. Darth, despite the extreme discomfort he was now suffering from, managed to hear that Potter was gone. He grinned pleased with himself as he disappeared.
Five hours of searching came up with four wands and Quatre's staff and five robes. Dumbledore sat at his desk simply staring at the staff and wands laid across the desk. He absently stroke a softly cooing Fawkes. His other hand played with Quatre's house pin.
Snape, Motou, and McGonagall came in. He looked up, his eyes silently questioning. They each shook their heads. Dumbledore sadly went back to staring at the staff and wands.
Fawkes flew out of the room. He returned, dropping a small package on the desk. Everyone's eyes fixed upon the small brown-wrapped package. Dumbledore picked it up. He opened it revealing a large marble, and a thin journal.
Dumbledore opened the journal. The first page read like this:
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If you are reading this journal, I'm no longer here. I'm not dead if you can read this, but I'm no longer reachable. This is a collection of spells and knowledge I have gathered and experiments I have done. Grated they may not be worth anything grand, but they may help you last long enough against Voldemort and the angel of light for I and company to either return.
Quatre Snape
P.S. The large 'marble' is actually will alert you to when I and the others returned here.
P.S.S And if we don't appear on the grounds when it alerts you, send Feen, the old unicorn currently residing in the new stables out. He'll lead you to us.
}}}}}}}}}
Dumbledore chuckled. He hoped the five would be successful in their pursuit of the way home.
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Next on Leaving Illusion Behind:
Intermission 1: Character Design - Quatre
Written by Li Cruz
Chapter Eleven: Angel of Light and Angel of Darkness
Author Notes:
Okay, need ya guys to take a poll in the direction you would like, 'cause I'm at an impasse currently. Please do it in with your reviews.
Poll: What direction should this story go?
1. Goes to Quatre's home universe.
2. Goes to Gundam Wing Universe.
3. Goes to Legend of Mana Universe
4. Goes to Hyule Universe.
5. Other Universe? Please say what.
Until this is figured out either by you the reader or moi, I'll be doing short Intermission piece. Currently, I'm leaning towards a GW or LOM one.
Signing out
Li Cruz (rantermaster@yahoo.com)
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The group of Gryffindors and two Slytherins arrived early to the Defense against Dark Arts classroom. When the door opened, it revealed a Quiddith arena size room. Professor Motou and Snape came in. Professor Motou carried in various packages and Snape carried several tall candle stands. As the students started to trail in, Snape and Motou start a rune circle. Soon all the school sat on the benches in the room as the two Professor completed the circle. The entire faculty and all of the available members of the Order of Phoenix were stationed at various points.
Dumbledore walked to the center of arena. The students, many fidgeting in place, wondered what was going on.
"There is an entity among us that has aligned himself with Voldemort." His voice echoed throughout the room. "This spell will simply identify those who aren't fully human."
"He trailed off. He nodded for the teachers that had gathered around the circle. They began chanting.
The room began to darken. Some like Ryou, Malik, and Yugi began glowing with a pale purple aura. Quatre's aura was a deep purple streaked with muted colors. Many of the students sitting next to Quatre tried moving away. There was a yell as Mikel Owens fell out of his seat, withering and glowing white. Many students surged out of their seats to get away. A number of the Order trained their wands on him.
Something about Mikel sparked a memory in Quatre. He turned on his heels and yelled.
"He's just the diversion!"
The candles flared brightly, spraying the chanters in hot wax. The flames floated out of the candles to the center of the circle. The dust blown out of the design ended the spell. Mikel was suddenly in the center kneeling before the growing flames. The flames solidified into a definite figure.
The flames died away and the room gasped in surprise. Quatre, now standing on the arena floor, glared as he took a defensive stance. Mikel groveled before the being. Mikel seemed to be a copy that barely compared to the original. The figure was living energy than living stone.
"Hello, Shades, how nice to see you again." The figure cheerfully greeted his voice smooth and lyrical.
"Darth." Quatre snarled his low voice seemingly harsh against the honeyed voice.
Darth smirked. Several girls fainted at this. Quatre's voice snapped many of the teachers, the Order, and his companions out of the trance.
Mikel disappeared completely in a spark of light. A pile of dust was where Mikel had kneeled.
"How did you like my golem, Shades?"
Quatre's face was completely blank, his black eyes glittering. Darth cocked his head in amusement. Quatre's voice rang out, sounding like the roaring wind.
"I challenge you to a duel."
There was laughter clear and cheerful but with an undercurrent of malice. Darth bowed mockingly as the teacher scrambled to the sidelines.
"And what are the conditions, Yami Tenshi?" He spoke, clearly mocking Quatre.
"..."
"Of course, my dear Shadow. To the victor, go the spoils." He laughed again.
"Ah, we need some important folks to view this." With a wave of Darth's hand, Fudge, Umibridge, and a few other members of the Ministry of Magic appeared on the benches.
An odd barrier came up around the arena's perimeter. Darth smirked as he bowed again, a wand appearing in his right hand. Quatre's hand tightened on his wand. The air became heavy with silence as the duelist stared or glared each other down.
Darth broke the silence by yelling out Curcio. Quatre immediately phased out of the way. Quatre merely waved his staff and shards of shadows sprayed at Darth. Impossibly dark red blood slowly dripped down a small cut on Darth's temple. Darth reached up and rubbed his blood on his finger. All not under his spell could see the fear flash in his eyes before he snarled out the next spell. Quatre was trapped by spears of light.
Quatre merely touched the staff to the light and the spears encircling him disappeared. In one fluid movement, Quatre transfigured his staff into a sword. He rushed towards Darth, his face still blank.
Darth dropped his wand and barely pulled his own sword to meet Quatre's steel. He forced Quatre back. Quatre flipped away gracefully, his sword swung out. Darth was slammed back magically against the barrier.
Darth wheezed a bit as he pulled himself off the barrier. He spitted out blood as he warily watched Quatre, who circled around constantly.
"Damn you. Getting stronger, but then I've still have some tricks up my sleeve."
Quatre barely twisted out of the way as a spell shot by. Quatre quickly positioned himself to see either attacker. Darth's spell broke when Lord Voldemort came strutting into the arena. Most of the crowd surged back.
Quatre's stomach dropped. If Quatre didn't do something now, this could turn into a massacre. Quatre instinctively reached for the castle spells. The castle, an entity itself, responded to Quatre's silent commands. Darth and Voldemort were now circling, shooting spells. Since Quatre was given partial attention to them, several of the lesser spells hit. The sword reverted back into his staff.
"Losing your touch, Shades?" Darth said. He and Voldemort laughed at this. The crowd was enthralled by the duel.
Quatre's head snapped back up, a tight smile lit his face. "Never."
Voldemort's red eyes narrowed. "You insolent..."
Quatre's eyes showed he was resigned to his fate. Then something sparked in his eyes. The tight smile became a smirk as Quatre rushed both Voldemort and Darth. Darth barely slipped by Quatre's hit. Voldemort found himself trapped up against the barrier. Quatre spoke into Voldemort's ear.
"You think you have won. But you have already lost. You already lost."
Voldemort's eyes imperceptibly widened as Quatre was blasted off by Darth. Quatre rolled back on his feet. Darth began chanting a death spell, but Quatre threw his staff. The staff spun into Darth's jaw, causing him to mispronounce the last word.
White light filled the arena. There was much screaming and yelling as the spell disarmed the barrier. When the light cleared, Quatre was no longer in the arena. After the initial shock, everyone also found that Harry Potter, Neville Longbottom, Draco Malfroy, and Seto Kaiba had disappeared.
Voldemort snarled something at Darth before apparating away immediately after the light cleared. Darth, despite the extreme discomfort he was now suffering from, managed to hear that Potter was gone. He grinned pleased with himself as he disappeared.
Five hours of searching came up with four wands and Quatre's staff and five robes. Dumbledore sat at his desk simply staring at the staff and wands laid across the desk. He absently stroke a softly cooing Fawkes. His other hand played with Quatre's house pin.
Snape, Motou, and McGonagall came in. He looked up, his eyes silently questioning. They each shook their heads. Dumbledore sadly went back to staring at the staff and wands.
Fawkes flew out of the room. He returned, dropping a small package on the desk. Everyone's eyes fixed upon the small brown-wrapped package. Dumbledore picked it up. He opened it revealing a large marble, and a thin journal.
Dumbledore opened the journal. The first page read like this:
{{{{{{{{{
If you are reading this journal, I'm no longer here. I'm not dead if you can read this, but I'm no longer reachable. This is a collection of spells and knowledge I have gathered and experiments I have done. Grated they may not be worth anything grand, but they may help you last long enough against Voldemort and the angel of light for I and company to either return.
Quatre Snape
P.S. The large 'marble' is actually will alert you to when I and the others returned here.
P.S.S And if we don't appear on the grounds when it alerts you, send Feen, the old unicorn currently residing in the new stables out. He'll lead you to us.
}}}}}}}}}
Dumbledore chuckled. He hoped the five would be successful in their pursuit of the way home.
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Next on Leaving Illusion Behind:
Intermission 1: Character Design - Quatre
