Faces of The Moon Chapter 17: The Final Conflict, an underland chronicles fanfic

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This was it, they were in the castle. They were traveling through a long corridor in the very rafters in the castle, a secret entrance and or exit. The bats scrunched down, making their way. Ayla was leading, Gregor and Luxa behind her, Zeva at her side. They crept quietly, not making a sound.

Ayla pulled out her map, looking at it with a trained eye. She waved to her right and went down another passage.

A rattling noise alerted her of something bad. The floor gave out. They fell to the floor below, right in the middle of a dragon guard watch. She pulled her dirk, Zeva crouched, they bats flew.

The first one came at Ayla, blundering forward, teeth bared. She slashed, the dragon blocked with a horn, and lashed out, spinning in a quick circle, trying to break her ankles with it's tail spade. Ayla jumped and darted forward, striking with her blade, the dragon's head fell to the ground.

"Ayla!" Zeva's shout came. Ayla turned to see a dragon rearing it's head back, smoke pouring out. She cartwheeled out of the way and sprang up, doing a triple flip, her blade catching a wing, it fell with a thump to the ground, the dragon squealed in pain and reared, Ayla backed off swiftly and ran strait at it, at the last second when the dragon began to charge she slid under it on her back, her dagger catching it's soft underbelly.

"Three point arch!" she roared out above the sounds of battle, she saw a flash of red and black, Arinissa! The female dragon and her mate were decked out in silver battle armor, slashing and kicking with a fury, Letis let out a long stream of Fury Fire, and Arinissa rose onto her hind feet, spinning and using her wind to form a cyclone.

Ayla now stood at the point of the arch, her vision red with bloodlust. She began spinning, holding her dirk in one hand, and her dagger in the other. Dragons fell before her fury, their limbs and horns scattering about like twigs and sticks.

"Run you Trickster! We will stall them, we are expendable, you are not!" Letis roared before bulling over another guard dragon.

"You heard the big dragon! Move!" Ayla shouted, retreating up into the passage above their heads, and ran, the others in tow. She felt bad for the bats, the passage was a little too small for them, and they really had to squeeze to run on their claws, using front wings as legs. A scrabbling sound came from behind, they were being followed.

"Go, go, go!" she shouted, taking out her map, Ayla looked at it, the halls were burned into her brain for a short time, she swerved a sharp left and kept going.

Right, left, left, right, left, right, right, down! The sounds of presuit had stopped, they were being quiet again. Ayla was excited to say the least, her heart pounded, threatening to come out of her chest, her Rager scences were on high alert.

"There!" she hissed, pointing to a trapdoor in the passage floor. She leaned down and opened it, making not a single noise, and slipped into the hole, the others following.

Ayla gasped. The room was beautiful. Made completely out of crystals, most were dark purple, and thorny looking, others were pink, blue, and green, crystals of all colors there were, sprouting out of the very floor made out of polished amethyst. Heavy silk curtains hung about randomly. In the center of the huge room was a quartz throne, sitting on it was a large dragon.

It was very elegant, long and slinky. It was a dark regal purple, it's underbelly the same color of the floor, as well as the wing membrane. It's head, very much held high at the moment, had large strait horns going back at an angle, then curved sharply back at the tip. Several other horns looking like those on her head created a small halo around her skull. Black spines ran from her tail to her shoulders, sitting diagonal. The spade on it's tail looked like a wing feather from a bird, one side fat and blunt, the other slim and sharp. The dragon pulled it's eyelids up, reveling dazzling green irises.

"You arrive," she said, her voice much scarier than the Abbess's, "I am, Abbess, though you might choose to call me Tyrant. So Trickster, you arrive with your little party of friends, how touching. Though only you, the gnawer, and the bat may fight me, yes, I've heard the prophecy, but I only want three interference, pathetic little wretch," she spat, rising up and off her throne, "I said back you little smudges, back!" she hissed, Gregor and Luxa backed down.

"Oh, it is so sad it must end this way," the dragon said in a low cruel laugh.

"Bring it, lizard!"

Tyrant charged, wings flared tail swishing. Ayla ran at her, surprising Tyrant when she slid underneath her, catching the inside of the right back leg. Tyrant roared in pain and whirled, letting loose a streak of Shadow Fire. Ayla couldn't get out of the way, she crouched covering her head with her hands, waiting. It never came. She looked up, a blue barrier had formed around her.

"What? Impossible!" Tyrant roared.

"It it not... you cannot use elements against one without them...I will make sure of that..."

"Abbess?" Ayla asked.

"Abbess!" Tyrant shrieked. She whipped her head to face Ayla, "You are going to pay for that, worm!" she roared.

"Oh, really, oops, I forgot my credit card, will cash work?" she asked, running and jumping. Jinx caught her.

"Erag! Two can play that game!" Tyrant snarled, beating her massive wings. Ayla made a hand signal to Zeva. Tyrant came closer, spitting fury and malice.

"GO!" Ayla shouted as loud as her lungs would permit. Jinx dove, Tyrant following closely. Jinx flew low and fast, her belly fur brushing the floor. Ayla held two fingers to her mouth, letting a whistle blast through the air when they came close to Zeva. As they swept by, the rat leapt onto the dragon, catching her wing and pulling her off balance and causing her to crash to the floor. Ayla jumped from Jinx and plummeted down right down on top of Tyrant, yelling out, her dirk blade driving deep into the dragons ribs. The roar rang through the room, shaking Ayla to her core.

Tyrant flipped over, spilling Ayla to the ground. Zeva swept underneath the giant, catching Ayla and pulling her out.

Tyrant stood, stunned. Ayla caught her breath, and noticed her blade was glowing.

"What the hell...?" she said.

'You will not kill Tyrant without help... I give you the elements Fire, Shadow, Earth, and Light...win the good fight my friend... win it for the Underland!' Abbess's voice rang in her head.

Flames danced on her dirk blade, licking hungrily about.

"Hahaha! You'll never win!" Tyrant laughed, "The moon is near!" she giggled.

'Shadow,' Ayla thought, she was instantly cloaked, and began running, before she reached Tyrant she thought, 'Shit, she's huge! Oh,uh, Light!' she was uncloaked, her blade was bright yellow.

"How d'you like them apples!" she shouted, hacking off a wing. Tyrant whirled, slapping Ayla with her tail blade. Ayla screamed, and skidded across the floor, her dirk sliding just out of reach as Tyrant loomed over her.

"I win!" she roared, her tail coming down and pinning Ayla to the floor using the broad side of her blade to hold her neck.

"Never!" Ayla croaked. Tyrant pushed a little harder. The room dimmed, Ayla was losing consciousness...

The room brightened, the moon!

"Ah hahaha! I win! I am all powerful! I win!" she cackled. Something slid into Ayla's grasp, her dirk!

"Ayla! Use it now!" she hardly heard Jinx. Whiping her blade forward, she chopped off the offending tail, and jumped up, sinking her dirk into Tyrant's chest.

The dragon made an odd sound, and tried to attack, her claws flailing wildly, catching Ayla's leg, ripping it open, she made not a sound.

"LIGHT!" she roared, consentrating hard. The blade grew the brightest yellow, Tyrant screamed, "You see, the downside to being dark and evil is that light will ultimately destroy you!" whispered coldly.

"You are dying as well, do not gloat!" Tyrant hissed.

"I may be, but I will remain, it was written in the stars," she said, jumping off.

A beam of moonlight came to rest on the two. Ayla gulped sadly.

"Ayla! Ayla!" Zeva yelled, running over to her friend, Jinx hard on her heals.

"You did it!" she smiled.

"But at a hard price... she is dying, as am I... my spirit will not be able to be Abbess..." Abbess's voice rang.

"What? Oh, Ayla!" Zeva said in a chocked sob, "I am proud of you,"

"Thank you, Zeva," Ayla whispered, the beam growing stronger. Jinx did something surprising, she extended her left claw to Ayla, the right one to Zeva.

Ayla the human I bond to you

Our life and death are one, we two,