Disclaimer: I don't own Akazukin Chacha, yadda yadda yadda…
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"My lord, I bring news of misfortune."
"I know the situation, Michiru. Your sister and the others are dead. But fortunately, so are those six rebels. And the Moshi-Moshi resistance are none the wiser."
"That is the news, my lord. One survived, and she is currently on her way to the base…"
Dimaoh stood up. "WHAT? WHAT DID YOU SAY?!"
Michiru bowed again. "Forgive my mistake of letting her get away, but you must understand the situation I was in, my lord."
Dimaoh sat down calmly. "Hmm, you have a point. I'm sparing your life, and giving you another chance, but only because you know where they're hiding."
"Thank you, my lord." Michiru said gratefully.
"Now, who was the rebel that got away? Esmelya, Kairen, Nahyn?" Dimaoh asked.
Michiru gulped. She knew he would be angry after what she told him.
"Alraune IV, my lord."
Dimaoh's pale face turned even paler, if possible.
"Did you say…Alraune IV?" Dimaoh asked uncertainly, really believing he misunderstood.
"Yes, yes I did." She said solemnly.
Dimaoh was petrified. It would have still been troublesome if anyone were to escape, but if one of the most powerful witches of all time escaped from the trap, then now the whole mission was in jeopardy!
Dimaoh stood up again. "We'll discuss your punishment later. For now, we must act."
Michiru looked up, grief in her eyes. "But, my lord…"
"BUT NOTHING!" He roared, and then composed himself. "Is Cimalia still at the base?"
"Yes, and Mirage told Alraune that she was a spy."
"Oh well. I think Cimalia can handle them."
"Because she's a…"
"Yes," Dimaoh interrupted, "Because she is that."
Meanwhile…Alraune landed her broom in the woods. She was panting and crying, and running back to the entrance. She quickly put her palm on the reader and stumbled inside.
Inside the base, down the hall, Seravi and Dorothy were having a discussion in the quarters they shared.
"Is the battle going alright?" Seravi asked Dorothy.
She shook her head. "I can't tell. Everything is so clouded over…wait. Sadness, death, misery, terror, betrayal…these are the feelings I'm detecting."
"Betrayal? Why do you sense betrayal?"
"I don't know."
"Must be a magnificent battle."
"You're crazy."
"You're a bitch."
"Why did I marry you?"
"Because you love me?"
"Probably."
They stared at each other for a second, and then burst out laughing. They immediately quieted down when they heard loud knocking at the door. Seravi opened it, and there stood Alraune, a half-deranged look on her face.
"MY LEADERS! LET ME CALL A MEETING…NOW!" She demanded.
"Ms. Alraune, this is highly unorthodox! How did the battle go? Were there casualties?" Seravi asked.
Alraune took a few deep breaths, and then regained her poise. "I beg of you, gather everyone in the main hall, and let me call a meeting. All of your questions regarding the battle will be answered."
Seravi and Dorothy turned to each other, and nodded. "Permission granted." Dorothy said.
"Oh, and make sure Cimalia is there." Alraune said.
"Why?" The General and Lieutenant asked in unison.
Alraune turned away. "Like I said, all of your questions will be answered at the meeting." With that, she walked away.
About 30 minutes later, everyone was in the main hall, Alraune standing proudly on stage behind a podium. Her eyes scanned the crowd, looking for the traitor. In a mere minute, her gaze fell upon a short lavender haired girl with big green eyes.
'Cimalia. I can tell you're trying your best to hide your shock at the fact that I'm alive. But after tonight, you'll burn for this.' Alraune thought.
"My brothers and sisters, I have gathered you here to tell you a horrifying tale. We have been deceived by people we thought of as comrades, when all along they were in league with the dark overlord Dimaoh!" Alraune said.
Murmurs spread throughout the crowd. Cimalia looked very uncomfortable.
Alraune continued. "On this night, me and nine others charged into battle. And as you can see, I'm the only one who survived. We thought we were stopping a raid, but we were actually walking into a trap. The village had been abandoned for hundreds of years!" Alraune paused to let it sink in the crowd, and then continued. "There were actually 1000 demons in that old village, and they were waiting for us to come, so they could kill us. But not all of us, just six of us. They needed to keep Mirage, Sakura, Renon, and Michiru alive so that they could lead them back to our base, and destroy the resistance. As you can see, we have been betrayed."
Horrified gasps rang out. "But not to worry. The demons, and the traitors are dead."
Everyone looked relieved, except Cimalia.
"Unfortunately, Esmelya, Nahyn, Zoxitaro, Bill, and Kairen are also among the deceased. But they all fought valiantly, and should be revered and remembered. But, there is one traitor still among us. A scout, the one who filed the phony report…"
Alraune pointed an accusing finger at the young witch. "CIMALIA!"
Everyone gasped, someone screamed. They all turned towards Cimalia, hatred in their gaze.
"Oh, but that's not all," Alraune continued. "She and Mirage are also responsible for the deaths of Riiya, Shiine, and Doris!"
That was the final straw.
"SEIZE THE TRAITOR!" Seravi ordered.
But before the soldiers could restrain Cimalia, a blood red force field surrounded her.
"So what if you all know? I don't give a shit. This just gives me a reason to KILL YOU ALL!" Cimalia said, then her body glowed a bright red.
Soon, she no longer looked like a little girl.
Instead, she now was a fierce dragon.
"OH MY GOD! A HARGOSLORTHIX!" A wizard yelled from the crowd.
That is what they call a magician that can change into a horrible monster. Cimalia was now a 38-foot tall dragon with red scales, and emerald eyes.
"ROOOOOOOOAR!" Cimalia screamed, breathing fire.
"HAZONA MACE KEZZIR!" Alraune chanted, sending an electric blue beam out of her hand.
It bounced right off Cimalia's scales.
"Need some help?"
Alraune turned around, and met eyes with the other four Elite Soldiers.
Maiza had slaughtered 3400 demons, and was even more powerful and mysterious than Alraune. Her sky blue hair was always tied in buns at her sides, and her eyes were the same shade. She was about 5'6 in height, and skinny, almost anorexic.
Lain was a newbie Elite. Only a week ago she had killed her 1000th demon. She had short brown hair and pink eyes. She was also only 12 years old.
Morpheus was one of the oldest rebels. Almost everyone else was still in their teenage years or had just become an adult. Morpheus was about 36 years old, bald, and had yellow eyes.
Nazaroth was Alraune's age, 18, and was also the same height, 5'9. He had black hair and violet eyes, and had been in love with Esmelya.
But now that she was dead, he was pissed off.
Cimalia, who was trying to breathe fire on them, realized she couldn't because of the force field Morpheus had put up. She stomped her feet violently on the ground.
"YOU WUSSIES! COME OUT HERE AND FIGHT!" She roared angrily.
Luckily, everyone had run out of there. They knew to let the Elites deal with the Hargoslorthix.
"Let me kill her! She is the reason my dear sweet Esmelya is dead!" Nazaroth cried.
"We all must kill her together, for not even Alraune alone could scratch her." Morpheus said wisely.
"Let us perform the sacred mantra of heaven!" Maiza said.
"Uhh, I don't know that spell." Lain said meekly.
"All you have to do is say: 'By the glow of the celestial moon', and we'll do the rest!" Maiza explained.
"Do you know it?" Nazaroth asked Alraune.
"Of course." She said.
They all joined hands in a circle, and began the spell.
"By the glow of the celestial moon."
"By the strength of the shimmering water."
"By the power of conquering flames."
"By the swift movements of wind."
"DESTROY THE BEAST!"
Instantly, the Hargoslorthix was vaporized.
"Yay! We did it!" Lain cheered.
Alraune then noticed something unsettling. Something told her that one of the traitors was still living. She then tuned into her powers of clairvoyance, and poked around.
Alraune gasped.
Michiru was still alive.
And Alraune's precognition told her that more tragedy and defeat would befall the resistance.
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Ok, that was LONG! My brain's fried. I'm gonna go rest now.
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