Lightning and Thunder
Author name: Illuminati Lullaby
Category: Angst, Romance, Dark
Rating: R
Summary: A merchild is born named Clepsyyde, Her and her dragon hatch mate, Kytt'n, share 23rds of a soul. But who possesses the other third? Harry and Draco are forced to become friends to help her.
Author notes: I suck at writing. This is my first fic so go easy. If you wish to see the other versions of this story, or wish to see some of the pictures that go along with it, visit: Two ~ The Escape
I was startled awake by a pounding on my door. Quickly, crossing my fingers that it wasn't my father, I grasped my teardrop shaped crystal necklace in one hand and used my other hand to curl tendrils of glamor magikk into the both of us. Depending on who was on the other side of that door, it might or might not be very effective. Turning my self into a slave and Kytt'n into a common water serpent, I reached out to Kytt'n's mind.
Wake up Kitten, we are leaving. She awoke with a snap, opening plum eyes shaded yellow by the magikk. She adjusted quickly to her form and swam up to curl around my neck as I opened the door.
It was just a guard, one with no Mernikksea blood to speak of. I relaxed slightly, he would never see though the glamor.
He spoke roughly to me, Where is the Pryncece?
I know not - m'lord. I ground out the last part, She has not been here, I came to see if she wished a meal since she is not allowed out of her room without an escort. The guard just glared at me. I hated the kind of riffraff my father hired. When I became queen, I would have a hell of a clean-up job.
Fine. Be gone. Go make your self of use elsewhere. I swum away fast as I could without looking like I was rushing. It had worked! It worked! I swam down the hall and past my mother and fathers room, past the guards quarters, down a level, past the kitchens past the dinning room, down another level, through the storage rooms, down again, and I found my self deep in the palace, one level up from the dungeons, in the servant's quarters. I knew there were passages that the slaves used to move through out the palace without being noticed. After all, a good slave is never seen. I reached and touched Kytt'n running my hand over her comforting weight. My hand touched her matching tear-drop necklace, the only difference being it's slight amethyst cast, where as mine was more of a turquoise.
Oh shite, oh shite, oh shit.
What, Klepsa?
Our necklaces. If that guard saw our necklaces... Oh shite. I strained my muscles, swimming faster. We reached the passage at the end of the quarters, not a moment before we heard shouting above us. Rushing forward we reached what I assumed to be the door out. Reaching for the handle, I gave it a mighty tug. Nothing. The door was locked.
Clepsyyde?!?! It was Nix.
Clepsyyde!!! Thank the goddesses- And Nox, her twin, the only other heirs to the throne. My cousins and the only other decent Mermish in the palace in my opinion.
-Your okay! Nix and Nox were mute. Me and Kytt'n were the only ones able to communicate through any form other than finger words. We had grown up together, and we were more like sisters than cousins.
Your father has the whole guard-
-After you and Kytt'n. They had a tendency to speak as one. With their stunning baby-blue hair, they made most guys melt with a glance.
I know they are, and we have to get out!! But this door is locked! I sent them an image of the locked door.
We know how-
-To get-
-Through there.
You do?!?? How?!?! They were also renown for there mischievous habits of wandering about the palace as well as away from the palace. I should have guessed they would have known how to get through this door if anyone did.
The password-
-It's-
-ferret. I raised an eyebrow. I had no clue what a ferret' was, or who they had figured it out, but I was in no position to argue.
I whispered, and I heard a click, and turned the handle. Quickly slipping through the door way and closing the door behind me, I heard he companion clink that meant it had locked it's self again.
Thank you Nix, Nox, I will not forget this. You have done so much for me. I will never forget you.
It was-
-nothing, after the-
-friendship you gave-
-us. Safe journey-
-Clepsyyde.
* ~ : ~ *
We had swam for two suns, as quickly as possible, not stopping to sleep for fear of being caught, not once looking back, for fear of what we might or might not see. We were exhausted. On the evening of the second sun, we stopped to rest. Finding no signs of pursuit, and not being able to continue, we settled on a reef, curling together in a small alcove that would hid us from any passerby.
Kitten, do you think we're safe?
We can hope so Klepsa.
I'm only fourteen! We're only fourteen! We shouldn't have to deal with this! I caught myself in the midst of a wail of despair. I had to be strong. There would be none of this emotional shite.
It's okay. I do not mind. Kytt'n touched my mind comfortingly.
No, it's not. I am not aloud emotion. Emotions only give others leverage against you, which can be molded to crack you.
You know I would never use anything against you.
I know you wouldn't. I just can't let myself ever snap, otherwise I would fall apart and I fear letting much out would make me lose my control. I show much more of my emotions to you than I've ever shown to anyone else. But right now is not the time to discuss this. I am dead tired.
I had only just begun to close my eyes when I felt the unmistakable feel of a binding charm seep over my skin. Before I had time to react, I was held tightly in was was unmistakably my father's magikk.
Thought you could escape, did you? I thought after last time you would have learned your lesson. He pushed his knife up against my throat, ghosting touches down my stomach. I would not be taken back, let alone be killed. I had come to far.
On the count of three
One-
-Two-
-THREE! With the power of a thousand suns, both me and Kytt'n scorched his mind, forcing him to relinquish the hold he had upon us. He screeched, grabbing his eyes as though he had been blinded.
HOW DARE YOU- But it was to late we had already gathered our powers and thrown his same spell back at him. I wanted to kill him so bad, but now was not the time. Somewhere in between the point where we blinded him and the point where we bound him he had brought the knife downward and opened a nice gash from my shoulder to elbow. I could feel the blood seeping from my veins, and I knew with my already wavering strength and from the sudden burst of power, I would most likely not be conscious for much longer. And the approaching fisher's net didn't do much to up my self confidence.