Disclaimer: This a story based upon W.I.T.C.H and author Lexvan's story. I do not own W.I.T.C.H. or the characters from either the W.I.T.C.H story or from Lexvan's series.

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Cassidy and Mia had made their way to Battle Warriors HQ, without any further disturbances. Also due to the fact, that Mia gave any guy, who got near her a death-stare, much to the amusement of Cassidy. They soon went down into the HQ, where their little group was waiting them.

"Where?" asked Eric, as soon as they entered.

"Pardon?" asked Mia confused.

"Where did you mess up?" asked Alchemy. "Where did you do screw-up or messed-up?"

"I...don't think I did anywhere," said Mia.

"I'll answer that - the Storm Club!" replied Cassidy.

"Damn!" muttered the boys, along with Alchemy.

"Yeah!" cheered Mandy suddenly. "You guys so owe me!"

"Owe what? What is going on, in here?" asked Mia, in a serious tone.

"Well...we made a bet, on where you'd mess-up," said Martin.

"No biggie here!" said Eric, holding his hand up in defense. "Miranda messed up in a pet store, when she first re-came to Earth."

"What did she do?" asked Eric, looking at Cassidy and Mia, along with everybody else.

"Welllll...she back-kicked a guy in the Club...who may have gotten...a little too close," said Cassidy, rubbing her head.

"Guess the guy was suprised!" replied Alchemy, laughing along with the rest.

"More like Mia!" said Cassidy, laughing her ass off.

"Real mature..." mumbled Mia, yet found herself chuckling aswell.

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On Metamoor, the Princess of Meridian was in one of her training sessions, along with Raythor and Julien.

"Keep your feet steady, Your Majesty!" said Raythor, sparring with Elyon in swordsplay.

"I am!" replied Elyon, swinging and uppercut, which Raythor blocked.

"Less force, more precision!" said Julien, observing from the side. "The sword is sharp on its own. It doesn't require the force, like with axes."

"Keep up!" added Raythor, doing a side-step and slashed at her side, which Elyon managed to block in the nick of time.

"Ow-ow! That hurt!" said Elyon, rubbing her hurting wrist.

"Your improving, yet you must know how to use what stance, in what position," said Raythor.

"When your blocking from the side, you need to put much control in your wrist," he said. Demonstrating a few blocks with Julian. "Put it wrong, and you could snap your wrist and send your sword flying."

"Keep your arms close, if you're going for an uppercut," said Julian, showing the attack. "If not, then you could get stabbed from the front."

"Also frontal or stabbing attacks," said Raythor. Demonstrating how to do one and block a stab. "You put your entire body to it, quick and redraw. This important, since stabbing attacks could be blocked easily, and leave you vunerable. Yet they are also the deadliest attacks aswell."

"Understandable," replied Elyon, watching the two men spar and show her. "Is there anything else I should know?"

"Indeed there is," said Julian. Going over to the weapon-rack, getting a battle-axe and mace.

"These are two weapons, you should avoid blocking outright with your sword," said Raythor, taking the battle-axe. "The axe has more force behind each blow, so avoid blocking up-front. The axe has less manouverability, so attack anybody with this from the sides."

"The mace, however is different," said Julian. "This isn't much against the sword, yet it is a nightmare against armor. So don't get hit with this, its nastier than the axe."

"So sword sucks?" asked Elyon, seeing the warnings and weaknesses of the sword.

"Not at all. The sword is a good balance - sharp, steady, not too heavy. You can outfight anybody with a sword, you just need to know how."

"Alright!" said Elyon, picking up her sword. "Round 2."

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From the Metamoor, to the planet Felan. A regular garden world, filled with being's similar to the Earthen elves and community of people similar to Meridians or Humans. A feudal society, with main emphasize on agricultural, followed by magic, culture and art.

Containing various city-states, that fill the planet. The ruler of Felan, being the elven High-Mage Avira, ruling over Baskosh, the strongest city-state in all of Felan. Although filled with diverse city-states, peace was a common thing on Felan, with minor disputes easily settled and any wars settled by the city-state rulers themselves. Although some might call these outcomes unfair to the people, who might not like the outcome, yet they learned to adapt to the outcomes. Due to an unspoken rule, that had been in-place for many years, known and unspoken, by the various city-states: None shall make bloody wars, against eachother...less the horror of the north return...

The horror of the north - or the former city-state of Xharia. Once the most powerful city-state in Felan, now an abandoned wasteland, covered by a everlasting mist. None knew what Xharia looked anymore, few want to remember. Once a shining castle, situated on the mountains, of the north of Felan. Now it was now a black and broken dark citadel, the once green land - a brownish and sickly dirt.

Yet the one thing, that set Xharia apart, was the legions of bones and skulls, litering the land: broken, scattered and cracked. Along with an array of equipment nearby: rusty armor and weapons, seemingly from a battle-past.

Further into the citadel, broken glass and torn carpets littered the floor, aswell as skeletons. All seemed to be 'killed' in some way: decapitated, filled arrows or smashed apart. Further into the former palace, was signs of more skeletons and markings of battles long fought, the remains quite seeable.

Finally arriving at the Throne Room, which seemed to have caved in, inside were only four skeletons: all armored more heavily than their brethren - a spearman, an axeman, a swordsman and a bowman, each having a purple crystal around their neck.

And on the throne sat a figure, a man by his appearance, the only living being for miles. Clad in a rusty-gold and green armor: gauntlets, a chestplate with a skull icon, platelegs, plateboots and a green hood covering his face. A pale-white skin, with slivers of gray hair poking out, yet his face mostly covered...its eyes shut...but by his facial impression in torment.

Horror of the North or barely know by his true name - Havicus.

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"Arghh!" screamed the man, seemingly waking for a deep slumber. "What?"

He looked around the Throne Room, at the skeletons and then his hands.

"I remember...20 YEARS...Oracle..." mumbled the man. "I am...Havicus..."

He soon rose from the throne, shaking off the layers of ice and frost that had accumulated there over the years. Walking over to the four skeletons.

"You four...loyal to the end.." he said, examining the crystal around their necks. "Rise my servants...RISE...YOUR MASTER COMMANDS IT!"

The bones on the floor, soon started to shake and rattle against the ice. Soon forming into four skeletons...their eyes lighting up in a green glow.

"WHAT?!" asked one of them.

"We're back!" said another.

"Impossible!" added a third.

"Its the Master!" said the fourth, pointing at Havicus. All of them kneeling before him then.

"You have returned master!" said one.

"We thought you had perished!" added another.

"Yet you're back!" said a third.

"Indeed! I have returned. For twenty years I was locked-up...twenty years I was made to suffer...twenty years...I intend to make up!" spoke Havicus, walking infront of his guard's.

"What are your orders Master?!" asked the skeletons in unison.

"Orders? Simple...we CONQUER!" yelled Havicus, unleashing a green energy-wave, that spread into the castle and into Xharia.

"Unite the army! We have a war to finish! This time! Let none stop us! Raise everybody you can!" said Havicus, blowing apart the rocks, blocking the Throne Room.

"Yes, Master!" they said, and bowed in unison. Soon leaving the Throne Room.

"Time to pay!" said Havicus, sitting onto his throne.

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In Kandrakar, business was usual. The quiet and serene atmosphere, a norm on Kandrakar. The Oracle currently in one of his meditations. Yet something soon stole his attention, an energy crackling.

"Who is there?" asked the Oracle, looking around...nothing.

He resumed his meditation, but soon the energy crackling soon returned, louder than before.

"Who is there!" he asked again, with more anger in his tone.

"...an old foe..." spoke a voice behind, sending him reeling a few feet away. Yet the Oracle was horrored, from who stood behind him.

"I...mpossi..ble your dead!" said the Oracle...seeing Havicus.

"You thought so..." spoke an illusion of Havicus. "...your mistake...and I'm coming...your petty Guardians will not stop me this time...Baskosh WILL fall! And Kandrakar is next."

"Oracle I hear-" said Halinor, coming inside with Tibor...then seeing Havicus, shocking her still. "H..a..vi..cus?"

"I'm coming for you all!" yelled his illusion, before disappearing in a burst of energy.

"O..r..acle?" asked Halinor, scared.

"Summon the Guardians, and the Battle Warriors. Immediately," said the Oracle, standing up.

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A/N: A new enemy - who has a bone to pick with Kandrakar. Who is Havicus? What will happen? Find out in the next chapter.

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