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The Queen of Kandrakar
By chorse
Chapter 1
Ambush
3 Years Later
It's been three years since she had decided to become the leader of the rebellion against Phobos, mused Will while she observed her fellow comrades. It was dinnertime and even if food was hard to come by, they often had plenty to eat from the raids and from some Metamoorian ways of hunting. She watched as most of them ate, drank, and conversed in many different topics.
Ever since she had agreed to take on her current role, a lot of things had happened. Since the Veil had been destroyed, they often went to Earth to steal food and supplies, as well as to damage some Phobos's power sources. She even found her mother on one of the raids. Will had been hiding in what had been the apartment building that she had lived in and was astonished to findher there.
Even though it had been a year since she last saw her, Susan Vandom looked much older then one year should allow. Her raven hair had storm gray streaks and there and her eyes had dulled over time they had been separated. She looked gaunt and getting closer to looking like a skeleton, as Susan was just skin and bones.
"Will!" her mother had yelled with surprise, relief, and skepticism stitched within her voice, as if not believing her eyes, but had been a welcome sight none the less.
"Mom?" was her answer to her mom's statement.
After that, Susan came to live in their headquarters to be a cook and Will had told her about everything: being a Guardian and holding the Heart, the war with Phobos, and becoming the rebel leader despite her young age. Her mother then told her how worried she had been when Metamoor's soldiers had attacked and she didn't know where her baby girl was.
Eventually Susan had died from a severe illness that had no name. They buried her beneath a tall willow tree, its branches and leaves imitating rain.
Dela had died as well from old age in late spring and it was now the middle of summer. During the few years she had known the ornery woman, Will had come to recognize her as a friend, if not a person she sometimes butted heads with (not literally, of course). Really, it was just like having a grandma or Cornelia back.
Will thought about a different topic: the most unlikely person to join the rebellion. She still couldn't believe that…
Well, speak of the devil, suddenly thought the Keeper. Just entering the hall was a azure, muscled man with pointed, elf-like ears, as well has blonde hair and a goatee of the same color.
"Hello Frost," spoke Will. "Have you checked all the perimeters?" she asked.
"Yes. They're secure," was his short answer and he walked to an empty spot at the long table where there were few creatures. Sitting down, he grabbed some food and ate silently.
The seventeen-year-old raised an eyebrow. She was still not sure about having Frost in the rebellion. When Vathek had told her that the hunter had joined them in their fight against Phobos, she had been a little suspicious. I mean, why now? she had thought. But he had joined their ranks and Will couldn't stop him.
Will finished eating and left the table, her friends and fellow rebels, and her thoughts. Strolling through the labyrinth of halls that made up this location, her goal was one of her favorite places: the stable. There they had many horses kept, all of them fast and strong, perfect for an attack or retreat.
Reaching her destination, she opened the entryway and was greeted by many welcoming nickers and neighs. Several heads stuck out over the half-doors of each stall, interested in whom it was that had graced them with a visit.
Making her way down the aisle, Will greeted many of the equine heads.
"Hey Mika. Hi Eclipse. Hello Gaahn," she said as she passed by each named horse. Finally, Will came up to the elegant head of a buckskin stallion with kind, brown eyes; eyes that matched her own chocolate ones.
"Hey Phoenix," she cooed to the horse. Opening the stall door and stepping in, the almost-adult took in the welcoming sight.
Long legs, a strong body, an elegant neck, and a finely-crafted head made up his anatomy. His color was of burnished gold or even dry beach sand (though not as rough) and his mane and tail were a lustrous black with a blue tint to it. His legs were the same color, though no blue tint to it. On his forehead was a slightly misshapen 4-point star and there was a snip of white on the end of his nose.
Phoenix had been named after the mythical firebird that would burst into flames and be reborn from its ashes. Though Will wasn't too sure about the bursting to flames and being reborn from the ashes part, she was pretty sure about the fire part. Phoenix had a nasty temper and would snap and bite anyone that he felt were below him (basically everyone, then), but he absolutely adored her. Whenever Will reprimanded him, he would wear the very horsey look that plainly said "Who? Me?" It was kind of funny.
Phoenix butted his head against her breast, which managed to push her back a step. She giggled.
Sliding down the wall and into the new straw and hay pieces, Will looked at the beautiful horse. She thought he resembled the Trojan Horse a bit since he looked so tall from down there, but she doubted the Trojan Horse was a real horse and she knew that Phoenix was not made of wood. At least she hoped not!
It's late, she thought. The simple sentence clicked something in her mind and on cue she yawned. Her back slumped and her eyes began to flutter close. Moments later, Will was asleep.
Shouts reached Will's ears and, groggily, she woke up from her very deep sleep.
What the…, thought Will drowsily. More shouts were heard and reluctantly she moved from her comfortable position in the straw. Looking at Phoenix, the young woman was surprised that he was frantically thrashing and rearing. It was a miracle he didn't hit her or ended up injuring her!
"Whoa, Phoenix!Steady, boy!" Will commanded the horse. He obeyed.
What's going one? she asked very loudly in her mind. Finally, she heard something that made sense.
"Attack! We're being attacked!"
The statement clicked in Will's mind and she scramble to grab the bridle that hung on the hook outside the half-door and buckled it on the buckskin. He snorted with impatience.
Kicking open the door, she clambered onto his broad back andcued him forward. Racing down the aisle and out the stable door, they entered a long tunnel that made its way to the surface, for their headquarters were below ground.
Will noticed a red-orange flickering of light at the end of the tunnel. She urged Phoenix faster.
"Go boy! Come on!" cried the redhead.
Finally reaching the end of the tunnel, she gasped and the stallion she rode threw up his large head. Both their brown eyes were wide with horror.
The flickering of light of which she had seen while still in the burrow turned out to be the furious haze of fire. Flames lapped at the huts that made up the village where the rebellion had been hiding right beneath. Humans and Metamoorians screamed with terror. Animals shrieked and dogs barked. Phobos' soldiers were slaying rebels and innocents alike. Off in the distance, Will could just barely make out a familiar silhouette, large and portly.
It was Vathek!
Next to him was a serpent-like creature with the (very large) body of a man. Will could it a mile away!
"Cedric…" growled the blue man.
"Surprised old friend? I thought you would be," the snake-man said. Whipping his long serpent tail in a bullwhip-like fashion, he pulled Vathek beneath himself and onto the ground. He hit with the force of a raging mammoth.
"Omph!" went a surprised Vathek.
"Oh!" gasped Will and she kicked Phoenix in the barrel (A/N 1). "Vathek!"
Both creatures looked the sudden intrusion as she galloped toward them. Stopping in front of her ally and glared fiercely at Cedric. He returned the favor with a glare of his own, complete with venomous eyes that glowed strangely.
"Hello Will. It's been a while," commented Cedric, his tail curling around.
"Three years go by fast, don't they?"
"Yes they do. Many things change. Especially you…" he left off suggestively and eyed her up and down. From the time she had taken the role as leader of the rebellion, she had developed curves until her body was that if she were to transform into a Guardian, she would sprout wings and her clothes would change, but not her body. Will was now the young woman she had seen in the Ye Olde Bookstore window. Even her shiny red hair was the same. She found that long hair got in the way while she was fighting in the raids.
Cappuchino irises sparked indignantly at his comment. Blushing lightly, she scowled and, still holding the reins in her left hand, Will made her right one into a fist. Concentrating to that particular hand, she spoke.
"Really? Tell me Cedric…have you become more powerful?"
"Yes. King Phobos has blessed me with more power than I could ever imagine," answered the serpent-hybrid smugly.
"If you are as strong as you say….then take this!" shouted Will. Thrusting out her right hand, she shot out the energy she had been gathering in her palm. Bright pink blasts hit their target in the stomach and pushed him back and made him clutch his gluttious stomachous (A/N: my made up term. lol).
Turning Phoenix sharply around to face Vathek, Will dismounted and knelt down to the fallen man. The fuchsia sparks that had been sparking from her hand faded away and she place it on the blue creature's head. He opened his beady, black eyes and glanced at her. Her friend and ally started to get up.
"I'm alright, Will. Just a little shake-…LOOK OUT!" Vathek pointed right behind her. Will turned just in time to be hit dead on by Cedric's lashing tail.
"Oomph!"
Flying backwards, Will rammed into a large tree. Bouncing off the trunk as if she were a ragdoll and onto her stomach, Will was seeing stars in front of her eyes.
Vaguely aware of someone's presence looming over her defenseless body. The rebel leader didn't have to guess three times to know who it was. She then let unconsciousness steal her away to the land of dreams.
Cedric glared at the redhead. Such a cheeky girl, daring to go against His Majesty! he thought. Bringing up one of his hands, the snake-man prepared to slice the Guardian into ribbons with his sharp claws when a slightly faraway sounding voice halted him from what he wished to do.
"Remember…King…said….kill…rebel leaders…" the voice said. It was one of the Whisperer commanders.
Growling softly, Cedric closed his eyes so he could make sense of what the violet-colored male was saying. It was a shame he hadn't been given the potion in which made the drinker able to understand the members of the highest court in Metamoor and Earth.
"Remember what King Phobos said. Do not kill the rebel leaders."
Growling a bit louder, Cedric nodded and brought down his arm reluctantly.
Instead, he picked up Will and tossed her over his shoulder. Calling out to his soldiers, he prepared to head toward the castle.
"Thank you for your help," Cedric hissed to someone that was standing in the shadows.
"It was my pleasure."
"The rebel leaders have been captured, Sire."
"Excellent," replied Phobos and he took a sip of red wine. (A/N 2)
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Author's Notes:
1. The barrel is the main body of a horse.
2. Yes, I know. Very cliché, but I could so see him do it! lol
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