Writer: I give you, the first chapter of the fake HB2!
Disclaimer: The characters and a lot of the plot are not mine. The writing style and a lot of the plot is, however. And some of the character's personalities. (Don't sue me, please!)
The teenage boy turned his face, his pale blue eyes staring out into the darkness of the wood past the gnarled roots. The shadowed form in front of him shifted, and for a moment, a sparkle of a gem glinted on his forehead.
The Older boy spoke then, in a language that was foreign. His words were understood however, by the shadowed man in the doorway.
"You really plan on doing this, Silverlance? You plan on going against everything your father ever worked for, everything all your ancestors have worked to keep?"
"Yes. I wish you could understand, Changeling. What I am doing is for the good of my people. Sacrifices must be made to build the new world. Humans are not accepting enough to let us live in peace. What we believe is that the Gods will get us through, help us to survive. But there are not gods who have created these beings. To bring us forwards, they must die." The shadowed man answered in the same tongue. In any language however, you could hear the malice tasted on his own lips. He believed everything he was doing. He had a firm grasp on what he thought was right, the kind of knowledge of what he wanted that many people wished for.
"What about your sister? I thought you loved her. She doesn't want this." The older boy, the changeling questioned. He had turned his head away completely now, not even facing Silverlance.
The shadowed man let out a huff of cruel laughter. "Yes, I love her Changeling. Believe it or not, I love her more then you do. Which is why I'm doing this." His tone changed from mocking laughter to determination. An unseen fist clenched at his side, pitch black, much too long fingers clutching at his palm, making small half moons in the skin.
"Changeling, I wish you could understand. I know that you can't, being a human yourself..." he whispered the last part, and the changeling spun, his eyes suddenly livid. "So I'm going to explain it to you in the best way I can, in a way I think you will understand. You ask me what of my sister. My sister is a small thing who is not as brave as she tries to make herself out to be. Don't you remember when she was so young, and we brought her back from the human world with iron burns on her arms, burns from the humans who stuck the metal through her; who kept her in a cage! To them, we are animals. To them, Nuala was an animal, and always will be. But she is too compassionate. She refuses to blame them for their tremendous mistake of laying a finger on the Princess of the Fantastics... this is the only reason why she has run away with the last piece... and to make sure she remains safe, she must be hunted down.
The Changeling gripped his own palms with his own paler, shorter fingers. He remembered Silverlance's sister, so small at the time, being brought back from the world above with the black burns across her lovely pale skin. He remembered the terror in her beautiful darting eyes. He remembered hearing her screaming in her sleep from the servants quarters down the hall. And he remembered promising her, all this time later, he would not go over to Nuada's; Silverlance's; side. That her twin brother was wrong.
"She's blocking me you know." Silverlance whispered. "I can hardly feel her in my mind any more. If she gets much better at shutting my mind out, I won't even be able to tell if she's alive or dead."
For a moment, the Changeling felt terror go through him. Then he quickly calmed himself down as logic came. He turned to face Silverlance. "Prince Nuada," he said, earning an angry hiss from his master and childhood friend as he used Silverlance's old name. "You would know if your sister Nuala was dead. But she will not die. She is on the right side, not you. I wish that you would understand."
He expected the Prince to pounce on him, but it still brought shock as the creature whipped itself out from the shadows of the wooden arched doorway. He felt a cold, long fingered hand on his mouth as he looked up at Silverlance, no, at Nuada. Nuada had changed so much. His hair was gone, his pure ebony colored skin had an ashen look to it, as though it were dying. His pale purple eyes, so like his sister's but without the warmth, bore into the Changeling's own eyes. Pointed ears came up on either side of the sinister face.
This time, the Prince spoke in English, the accent still heavy through the words. "So you will not scream..." He whispered, and he pulled his hand away. The Changeling's eyes grew wide, as though he were howling, terrified, but no sound came out. There was no place for sound to come out. Where his mouth had been was a pale stretch of flesh, as Nuada drew his hand away from the jaw. He kissed the brow of the mouthless human almost like a parent putting their child to sleep, and the Changeling went limp in his arms, though his eyes still looked on, terrified. "I think it is time you go back to your own world, Luis."