Devil's Own

By: Mai Beyblader

Co-Host: Missing Miss Missing

Disclaimer: I no own. You no Sue.

MMM: MB, the sentence, 'I no own. You no sue,' is-

MB: Not now sheesh

Summary:

Far, far away, there is a star. This star is like any other star. It has planets and even a meteor belt. There are twelve planets and on the second planet, the desert planet of the star named Desert Fire, there is a war. This war involves the entire desert planet. This war is to determine which of the thirty clans gets control over the only lake, Lake Life...

Prologue

T'jon's POV

"Yah!" A rider rode through the desert, urging on his steed. The rider was on a mission. He has to warn his clan of an attack that was heading their way. "Yah!" He rode faster. He had to get there ahead of the attacks because if he didn't he didn't want to think about the consequences. He rode towards the bluffs that hid his clan.

"T'jon!"

T'jon's head lifted to look up at the cliffs that had now risen over his head. He saw a figure in red and black clothing riding a c'ath, a desert animal that one could tame and ride. T'jon, for all his worry, smiled. That c'ath and those cloths were not hard to mistake. His wife was riding above him. Again.

O'lea had always been impatient. While he was famous for his patience, she was famous for her quick temper. She rode like the devil's own, her robes whipping behind her like black wind It had been her father to arrange their marriage. He thought that he, T'jon, could make his daughter settle down. But T'jon did not want to extinguish that fiery sprit of O'lea's. That was one of the reasons he loved her. For all her shouting, glaring and hitting, she was a person you could have absolute trust and faith in. Her friendship and love would never waver. That is if you managed to get her to love you. O'lea had very few friends buy many suitors that were out only for her looks and family ties but T'jon loved her for her and she well, she loved him for her own reasons, reasons she had told him she'd tell him one day

"O'lea!" he called over the pounding of the c'ath's hooves. "Come down here!"

"Yah!" His wife urged her c'ath to jump. T'jon slowed his animal so that his wife may land ahead of him. He looked up towards the bluff in time to see his the c'ath jump off the bluff.

With her black robes billowing behind her like a black wind and her c'ath so black it was slightly gold in the sun, she looked like the goddess of battles.

With a loud thump his wife's c'ath landed in front of him. He rode faster to ride beside it.

"T'jon!" his wife called. "Spit it out! What news do you bring?"

As cocky as usual, thought T'jon. "There are L'akth warriors-" An arrow suddenly struck T'jon's chest and he flew from his c'ath.

"T'jon!" his wife called. As a rain of arrows descended upon them she turned her beast around and came back for him.

"Go!" She looked at him, and for the first time, he saw fear in her eyes. Fear for him. "Go and warns the others!" She looked at him, holding her c'ath, trying to decide what to do. "Go! That's an order!" Her eyes flashed but that quickly faded. She took a last look at T'jon and rode off towards the camp.

MB: Well! That's where that ends! What happened to the woman shall be revealed in a later chapter. Oh did I mention that the woman is you?

MMM: There is a high possibility that what happened shall be revealed in the next chapter.

MB: She's all but a miniature replica of Spock

Closing Phrase:

The future is a closed book; the past is frozen; all we have is the present.