Magic of the stars
Disclamer: I own nothing but my soul
first ever fic, plz rewiev
a long time ago in an age before Bran Highblessed became overlord of the seven kingdoms of dyfedd and the world was still fresh, a young and promising mage had made a costly error. and error which has brought hm to his last friend in the world, in seaking salvation from the most powerfull being this young planet had so far witnessed.
thus did young Maelgwn arrive in his kinsman Rhunes abode.
woe be upon me, the mage lemented, for my magick has struck with terrible power and cut in the wrong field.
peace, young friend, tell me your tale, and i swear by my honour I shall seek thy release from anguish.
Rhune, with calm as only he possesed, did swear.
lightened by this act of friendship Maelgwn began to spin his tale.
as well you know i have long warred with my most cursed enemy Gwion, and he with me, both of us using our powers in pursuit to end the others existence.
this I know, Rhune spoke.
and recently did my familiar speak to me thar Gwion had completed a spell that would remove my magick essence for millenia, and all the magick i now possesed will be all i have till the spell runs out longer than i can imagine from now.
a shrewd move, Rhune assesed.
thus knowing my current resorvoir of magical ability was not to be replenished i decided the only way i could survive this spell was by burning all my power in one fell swoop, to bring about the end of Gwion, and count on my kinsmen to outlive the duration of his spite.
a desperate and careless action, but tell me now how this scheme went awry, Rhune urged.
the attack did indeed end foul Gwions life, but also the one of his kinsman Morfan.
my heart darkens because i seem to have sworn in haste, Rhune said with great sadness, for if Morfan is indeed dead, you will have the vengeance of his mother Ceridwen on your head, and all that live could only hope to die in standing against her with you.
my friend Rhune thou speak the thruth, and yet here I stand magickless and weak, like a newborn babe, begging your council.
Maelgwn my brother in soul, Rhune declared solemly, had I not sworn to give you aid, i would tell you to slit your own throat an try to hide from Ceridwens wrath in the shadows of hell, but i spoke before i knew what boon i had promised, and therefore i shall lend thee aid.
as Maelgwn seemed to lighten at these words, Rhunes mood grew darker still.
I will open a portal to a pocket plane, Rhune declared, you will be trapped there as in a dungeon, untill long after Ceridwen has left this plane of being, Gwions magick will then have died and you'l go from the dungeon of my creation to an exile in a world that has long since forgotten us, Rhune paused severly,
by doing this act of kinship, you have killed me, for surely Ceridwens wrath will be transferred to me,
farewell cousin Maelgwn, my love for you has proven my doom.
and with these words a gateway of sturdy stone appeared, and with a light step Maegwn left the land of his birth to an destiny yet unknown.
as his kinsman stepped through the gate it shimmered and was gone, Rhune then sat down and waited as his death found him, a thousand years later they still used to scare children with the story of Rhunes demise-
present day-
He stands alone on a desert plane, as he looks around himself he sees the sun, red as that from his native krypton rise in the north, revealing to him a path made of shimmering glass.
without thinking he begins the trek down this strange road. he looks down, and he sees that on the other side of the glass sheats that is this curios road, lies his foes and enemys, everyone he ever has defeated is imprisoned under the road, and as he walks on he sees them, screaming at him, but a solitary zephyr is the only thing heard by his enhanced ears, as he continues on his solitary way, he find himself parched beyond any reason, his every step increases his agony, but this path must be taken his minds commands.
after what seems like eternity, he sees in the distance a well. his heart rejoices as he runs the last mile. at the well, he sees that there are hundreds of roads leading to this well, but only his and two other actualy reaches the well, the rest falls short, the other two he notices with thirst burning his throat, seem more flimsy and croocked.
taking a dipper lying by the well, he starts to drink the water, he notices that even though the water is black as despair, it is sweeter than any beverage he has ever tasted.
his thirst quenched, he hears a voice in an unfamiliar singing language riding on the zephyr, still he understands it
# be welcome, mightiest champion of earth, let your heart rejoice for soon your destiny will be forfilled, your glory will be unmatched and your soul will be held on a golden leash#
and Kal El filled with love sings his joy along with the zephyr
Clark wakes with a start, waking his wife Lois, she sees his sweating body, and hears his ragged breath.
Bad dream? she asks, not without sympathy.
Clark answers, very.
seeking comfort, he falls into his loving wifes embrace, and as she soothingly strokes his hair, peaceful slumber takes him.
you needed to see me? the dark knight said. as he left his oneness with the night, speaking to the ravenhairedbeauty, standing by the rooftop gargoyle anticipating the arrival of the knight of her heart.
yes, she said, of a matter of grave importance.
the bat cocked his head but did not comment, leting her take her own time.
me and my kind has noticed a disturbance of some magnitude, but we do not know what it is, or what it means.
could we not have done this at the tower? batman asked.
I needed someone i could trust, she said as she closed the gap between their two bodies, her lips met his as they shared a tender kiss, but i had to make do with you, she whispered into his mouth.
Zantana, the man in cape and cowl breathed out, we cant do this.
I know, but im scared bruce.
resting her head on his shoulder, he felt her vulnrability as it seemed to beam unto his entire body.
she continued, it seems that there is some sort of blocade of magical energy going on, none who uses magick seems to be able to use more than the tiniest morsel of magical energy any more,
and we dont know why this is happening.
and why do you need me? batman asked, feeling a bit uncomfortable about all this talk of magick.
you are the worlds greatest detective bruce, she said utering disbelief at the man in front of her, and even though the magick comunity will do an investigation on their own, we have just lost alot of the tools we normaly use.
making himself hard, he asked, why should I care?
untangling herself from him she answered. if you have to ask Bruce, then i dont know, but I have this gut feeling that something sinister is coming, and we need to prepare.
almost as a grunt he said hed do it, making as to leave, he noticed a thought entering here head that seemed to worry her,
I forgot, but since im restricted to strictly mundane ways of transportation, and seeing as this costume wont allow to many pockets, could I possibly, she asked all the while turning more and more crimson, borrow some cab fare?
much to the batmans credit he managed not to show her his amusement, and after seeing her off, continued on his patrole.
any great city has a certain feel to it, whereas metroplis exudes an optimism for tomorow, your allertness imidiatly perks when confronted with the dark pessimism of Gotham city, even small comunity centers have an aura to itself, like the earthy pragmatism of smallville, or the self-satisfied larger than life feel you get in the watchtower.
it is here earths heroes gather, with a view to that pearl in the galaxy which they have all sworn to protect.
but a streak of grimmness have setled on the bases usualy inspirational atmosphere, a worry, a readyness for impending doom,
the magick wielding stock have been quite aprehensive, searching old tomes and grimoires, ancient prophesies and manuals, all feeling like armageddon is creeping up on them, but nobody knownig from where the reconning will emerge.
to this place superman has returned to ease his worried mind.
in the hall he bumps into his old ally Diana of themiscyra known to the world as Wonder woman and also a victim of this plauge
she seems to stare at him without realy seeing him, before she like from a trance reeemerges
... DIANA,
what?
are you okay? you dont look so fresh.
examinig herself like a sleepwalker she sees her skin is barely resembling human flesh, but more like the clay from which it was fashioned,
its this magick shortage, she explains, it sems even to affect the divine magick that created me, but what about you Kal?
what about me? asks the man of steel.
something seems off with you.
I dont know, superman admits, ive been having these dreams lately.
what dreams?
twice now has the dream upon me fallen,
where on a lonely road I find myself, dying from thirst I come upon a well,
and in drinking therefrom I find myself at more of a loss, for with my thirst duely sated I hear a song laughing in the wind.
it promises that soon it will steal my very soul, and all I feel is euphoria and thankfulness
Kal, she says laing a hand on hes arm, searching for words of comfort, she finds none.
Zantana are you there? batmans voice calls over the communicator.
batman?
I think I have unearthed the source of your problem Z,
ive found the exact moment in time when four magicians at different places around the world lost their ability
batm
and theres a 5 minute difference between them, leting me aproximate a timeline for the spreading of this 'wave', and therefore leting me trace it back to its source,
which as far as I can figure was somwhere in siberia, and what do you think I found in my suspect area?
now list
a Lazarus pit, of course it was already used centuries ago, but seeing as they are built along the fabled 'ley-lines',
this seems like a mystical hotspot that could be used to initiate th
BATMAN, WE HAVE A BIGGER PROBLEM BREWING
what?
Wonder woman discovered that alot of mystical energy is gathering in superman.
batman?
where is superman now, Z?
he went home I think, why?
dont you get it? superman needs to be isolated and quarantined imidiatly!
why?
because whoever is stealing the magick, is also going to take possesion of superman!
he stands in a plane of fire, with the crimson sun lighting the world blood red. with no hesitation he walks the path leading to the well
the jet is shaking with the stress of flying MACH5 but batman needs desperatly to get to metropolis before its to late.
as he drinks of the dipper, he feels all the joy in the whole world in him at once, and from the ebony liquid emerges a man, a perfect man worthy of his unending love and devotion, and when he speaks to him it plays like a harp on the strings of his soul
batman lunges through the window of the home of Clark and Lois Kent, while Lois wakes up with scream Clark lies still slumbering as the batman speeds to place the neural inhibitor in his hand on supermans head
my name is Maelgwn, the perfect man says, but you can call me MASTER, now come to me my devoted slave, we have a world to lay under my feet.
as batman, ignoring Lois, places his neural inhibitor, he hits only air. the thundercrack of a sonic boom soon ensues, and the batman exhausted and spent in his failure, contemplates the horror about to comense.
end of chapter one
