The Pivotal Five
Summary: Five great stories come together in an epic imbalance that sets the world of fantasy on its side. Each people from each story must learn to put their differences aside and work together to save their own world, and the world of reality.
Last Episode: Holly is mistaken for a House-Elf and is kept at Hogwarts.
Chapter 8: The Mingling Continues
It had been three months, and the group of five found themselves still at sea. They had no idea where they were going, or why they were still sailing when they passed numerous islands.
"Father, do you think Mother has been found?" Blessing asked Sanglant one morning.
Alain walked into the sleeping cabin. "I've just gotten word from Fifth Son. The entire village was destroyed. Only we survived," he explained sadly.
Blessing's eyes watered. Her best friends. It wasn't fair. She held her tears back as anger welled in her chest. She should have died with them. She shouldn't get to live while they were murdered. She took a deep breath as she realized her father was hugging her. Alain stood, respectful and quiet. Not a sound was heard in the room until Blessing knew she could keep feelings in any longer. Her sobs echoed depressingly. Tallia was trying to write her Gospel, but found she couldn't.
Then Alain noticed alarm coming from Fifth Son. He ran out to join him. "What's wrong?"
"There is a ship closing in. They are coming for us," he said. Neither was speaking the other's language, but they still understood each other.
Fifth Son gave a command, and the cannons were readied. Alain watched as they tried to hit the ship with black sails. He saw an odd symbol on the ship's black flag. Blessing had followed him to the deck, and was looking on, as well.
"You shouldn't be up here. Take them and duck down," Fifth Son commanded harshly.
Alain, understanding that it was for their protection, grabbed the four and led them behind one of the shields built on the deck for such occasions.
"What are we going to do?" Tallia asked, her voice holding a frightened tone.
Blessing gulped. "Pray that we survive through it," she replied softly. Sanglant nodded and took her hand.
"Take each other's hands," he said. "And we'll say the first prayer taught to the Church by the Blessed Daisan."
As they prayed, they could hear screams and explosions, and tried to ignore the sound of destruction.
Alain suddenly stopped, and got out of from behind the shield. He grabbed Fifth Son and dragged him back to the shield. He had a wound in his arm and had suffered a blow to the head. Alain tried to tend to him when he noticed that he was still breathing.
"Do you think he'll live?" Blessing asked.
"Yes." Alain didn't waste time thinking of more words. As he was tending Fifth Son's wounds, a new voice was heard. A human voice.
"Gentlemen!" it shouted. "And ladies," it added. A 'hmph,' was then heard. "This ship is ours!" A crowd started rejoicing. The group held their breath quietly, but it didn't help when a young girl poked her head around the shield.
"Hello. I'm Ann Turner. You must be the only survivors. You can come out; I doubt they'll kill you, now," she said. Her hair was in dark, large ringlets, and her face had delicate features. Her eyes were mysterious and dark, and her lips were the color of coral. The group followed her out.
"What have we here, Ann?" a dark man asked.
"Survivors. They were hidden behind that shield."
"Of course. May I have your names?" he asked the group kindly.
Blessing held her head high. "I am the Princess Blessing. If you do me any harm you will have the entire country after you," she spat.
"Daughter, do not be too hasty. I am Prince Sanglant. My father rules the land that is three months across the sea. I have been disowned; so do not take what my daughter says as truth. But I will tell you this; you cause any of us pain," he unsheathed his sword as he said this, "and you will have me to answer to."
"Prince Sanglant, I am not a foolish man. I do not wish to hurt any of you. In fact, I'm offering you a proposition…" His voice trailed off when he saw the Eika. "I thought we killed all of those…things… What are they?" he asked with inherent disgust.
" Surely you know what Eika are. He is a prince amongst them," Alain replied.
"I have never seen one of these…Eika…before this battle," the man admitted. "I suppose he could come with us, as well. I am Captain Jack Sparrow of the Black Pearl. What is the name of your ship?"
"Tell him that is the Rock Mother," Fifth Son gasped.
"He says it is called the Rock Mother," Alain relayed. "I am Alain Henrisson. He is Fifth Son of the Fifth Litter." Alain indicated the bleeding Eika.
"Captain!" a woman shouted. She came from the brig. "This ship is sinking faster than a piece of solid lead," she informed. Her dark skin glowed in the sunlight, and her wavy, black hair was blowing with the wind.
"Right then. Thank you, First Mate Ana Maria. Everyone, loot these monsters' pockets, and take what you can. We'll take inventory when we get back the ship. Feel free to take a piece for yourself. Now, let's get the six of you the Black Pearl."
They followed behind Jack, and Blessing was curious about the strange shaping of the ship they called the Black Pearl. It was unlike anything she had ever seen before. The sheer size of it amazed her. The wood looked very dense, not at all like the lightweight material her people made their boats out of. She wondered how it stayed afloat.
"I was told that you were going to get rid of all the unnatural creatures," one of the crew commented. He stayed on the boat while the others inspected the Rock Mother. He eyed Alain, who was carrying the injured Fifth Son.
"Mr. Gibbs, if this boy sees fit to carry him to safety, he obviously isn't as…" Jack searched for the right word. "Despicable as the lot of them were. I noticed they were pirates of the worst sort. And judging by the way all of your pockets are bulging, they clearly had good business…"
"But that makes no sense, Captain," Ann jumped in.
"Did I permit you to speak, little one?" he asked calmly.
"No, but…" Ann made a stubborn noise. She rolled her eyes and left the deck.
Blessing saw an older woman come from where Ann entered. Long, red hair almost reached the ground, and gray eyes were almost filled with anger. She charged right up to Jack. "Do you have any idea what Miss Turner was talking about?" she asked loudly.
"No, I didn't catch it. Had she asked to state her thoughts, I would have granted her that," Jack explained. He flinched slightly as the woman raised her hand.
Blessing was finding this both funny and confusing. If this Jack Sparrow was the captain, who was this woman who could make him flinch?
"What she was trying to say was that pirates with good business make no sense. How on earth have they been looting, when Norrington and all those others had been stopping pirates before they could pillage and plunder?" she plowed on.
"They could have avoided them," Mr. Gibbs suggested.
"I doubt it. Now that I think about it, the more I wonder. There is no land with a king who disowned his son Sanglant. There is no prince who had a daughter named Blessing. So how is it that they exist?" Jack agreed.
"There is a legend of long ago," the woman with red hair started.
"We have to get going, lady. There is no time to listen to legends," Ana Maria snapped. "There's a storm coming. I'd like to be away from this wreck before it hits."
"Ana Maria's right. Let's go. All hands on deck. Get ready to leave."
(A/N: Alright-y then...That chapter felt like a root-canal! I trudged through it slowly...I bet you can tell...:-p I'd like to thank my reviewers. I'm so glad they like this story! Do you like it? Let me know in a review!
Tekvah Ariel: The next Harry Potter chapter will tell you a bit about how she gets to know Hogwarts. :-D
Oddball91: Michigan's gonna rock...but Money's bothering me again...I'm not gonna have the money for the concert if our tenants don't pay the rent...dirty rotten mouchers...just kidding. :-p. Glad you liked the last chapter. Hope you like this one!
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