Chronicle of the Mystics Chapter 18, a glee fanfic

This is part 2 of the Tendrils of Darkness and like said in the postscript of the last chapter, we're going to go back in time (just a bit) and see what happened to the others before the true start of the first battle. You'll see exactly where we go back to. Enjoy and try not to get too confused please (it really shouldn't but oh well).

*Chapter 18: Tendrils of Darkness Part 2*

Britney could hear the commotion outside but could not see it. She was shackled to the wall, as usual, and far away from the curtain covered windows to see what was happening outside. Britney sighed, her curiosity rocking her to her very core. Oh how she wanted to see what was happening. She could only wish that, if just for the moment, the shackles will come apart so that she can see.

At that moment the shackles did come apart, more specifically shattered. "Oh!" The shape shifter cried as the bits of shackle fell off from her wrist. She then gasped. "Someone granted my wish!" She exclaimed. "But… I thought you needed to say the wish out loud first…" She gave a shrug and started to stand. "Oh well. I can see now what is—"

"All Mystics, a war is upon us. Doyle Sarver, son of Kieron, has risen and started another Great War. The side of Light and truth need your help, side with us and fight. Fight for light, love, passion and freedom, fight for everything our God of Light stands for!"

She gasped again, a hand going up to her mouth. "That can't be…"

As if to answer her, below the café doors were pounded down. Britney could hear Santana as she yelled at the invaders. "What the hell? How dare you knock down that door! It's pure mahogany! Where the fuck are you going? You can't go upstairs! Wait! Stop!" She screamed and Britney screamed too, echoing hers.

The door to the house started to get pounded on. "I know you're in there Mystic!" A gruff male voice sounded, sounding extremely evil. "Open the door!" Britney whimpered and decided to hide in the corner behind the bed. It would prove to be a horrible hiding spot. The door was rammed into, the door slipping off its hinges. "Search the room!" The man commanded. Two others slipped into the room, a man and a woman. From where Britney was she could see that their eyes had no pupils, they were completely black, full of hatred and even death. She pushed herself closer together and shut her eyes tightly. From the room came the sounds of the three humans looking for her. Just when she thought they would leave a hand grasped her arm. Britney screamed.

"There you are Mystic." It was the woman, her person being covered in blood. Britney wondered in horror if the blood of Santana was on the woman.

"Let me go!" Britney screamed as she began to struggle.

"Ami, control that Mystic will you?" One of the males, the second one, said.

"She's a feisty one this one is." The woman called Ami responded.

"Let me go!" Britney repeated. "Santana!"

"Oh your little master won't help you now." The first man said as he got closer.

"What does that mean?" Britney asked tears streaming down her face.

"Nothing my sweet." The second man answered as he came over and took her from Ami's hands. "Now come."

"No! I want Santana! Where is Santana?"

"Quiet Mystic!"

"No!"

"Quiet!"

"NO!" Then she shifted. She shifted to look exactly like the man holding her.

"What the hell!" The others exclaimed.

Britney struggled more and was able to detach herself from the man. She then ran down the stairs. "Get her!" She heard from behind. She did not stop. She reached the bottom of the stairs and saw that the café was in ruins and there were other humans, about four more, and Santana was nowhere to be seen but there was no sign, or smell for that matter, of blood. "Get her!" She heard again and the humans in the café started to make their way to her.

She then decided to try out her acting skills. "You fools!" Britney said sounding much like the man she mimicked. "The real Mystic is up there not me! She's impersonating me!" The humans seemed confused and when the man came down her grabbed her.

"What are you waiting for men?" The man asked.

Then together they said. "Kill her!"

The humans in the café were confused but Ami and the other man were not. They immediately went towards Britney but she put the male human holding her in the way. They hit him and she was released. She accidently shifted back to her true form and the humans were no longer confused. They went after her but she was too quick. Her magic was seeping through her veins and with them she was much faster and even stronger than any human. She dodged and fought her way out into the streets where she saw the full force of the war. Stores, buildings, homes were being pillaged and all, humans and Mystics alike were being killed, mostly Mystics though. Behind her the humans were giving chase. She turned back to see and then started to run but she then saw a familiar carriage.

Artie pulled the carriage to a quick halt. "Get on!" He ordered her. She did not hesitate and climbed into the seat besides Artie. He snapped the reigns and the two horses bolted out.

"Artie!" Britney said as she gave him a hug. "You saved me!"

"You're welcome Britney." Artie said giving her a nod. "We have to go into the Mystic Woods."

"The Woods?" She asked, slowly pulling herself away. "But Santana, I don't know where she is."

"We can't waste time. I'm sorry Britney but your safety is more important."

"But—"

"This isn't up for discussion! I'm sorry." Artie said once more and the carriage wove through the carnage and made a beeline towards the woods. With one final snap of the reigns the carriage disappeared into the forest.

*The Chronicle of the Mystics*

The vampire Laurisane could hear, and most importantly of all, understand the carnage up above her. "The war has started." She whispered to herself as she watched the other mystics in the dungeon with her start to worry and fear. She wanted to yell at them, 'Do not show fear! He will get you easier that way!' The Tendrils had already started their way through the castle and the dungeon, she could hear down the hallway that leads to the other dungeon that the Mystics and humans in there are already affected by the tendrils' commanding darkness. In fact, she could hear those affected souls make their way down to them. "Oh please God of Light; please tell me that the shifter is at least doing something."

At that moment her shackled broke, along with the others and their cages. Her arms fell to her sides and she rubbed her wrists. "Well, thank you for answering oh mighty God."

The Mystics reacted to the message in the wind, the missatge en el vent, and immediately broke from their prison to fight. Some went to intercept the ones coming towards them and others fled to the surface, either to fight or flee she did not care. She had her own way out. She snuck through the shadows towards a secret exit way that only she knew about. It was located behind a wall. Opening the wall she proceeded through and then climbed up the rusty metal ladder up towards the surface. She pushed the stone slab up and away and the sunlight immediately hit her. She hissed slightly and proceeded to climb up onto the surface. The exit way led her just outside the castle in the middle of the courtyard. She stretched her bones while she observed the carnage around her.

Soon though her skin started to burn. She looked at the skin on her arm and rolled her eyes. Using a bit of magic she strengthened her skin. It had been so long since she was in direct sunlight her skin had gotten so used to the shadows and dim lighting of the castle and beyond popular belief; vampires do not burn in sunlight. That is just plain ridiculous. Behind her she heard the sounds of attacking humans, by her guess, six. She turned and smiled to herself. Six indeed. They each had swords or guns or some sort of human weapon. Laurisane could not help but roll her eyes.

Using quick speed she went straight to the humans and with her nails she grabbed them, by the neck, or arm or shoulder, whichever was most accessible, and with her teeth she disposed of the humans, by draining them dry that is. She moved quickly, not wanting to risk a bullet going into her skin or a sword plunging into her or scratching her. She twisted the arm of one human, made him kneel and then bit the back of his neck, draining him half of the way before she was forced to move on to the next human. After a few minutes all six of the humans were either drained or bleeding out on the ground. She sighed and rolled her shoulders as she wiped her mouth free of the blood.

"Whoo… Remind me to never get on your bad side." Laurisane turned to look at a human male with a sword in one hand and a shield in another and with an almost shaved head minus that hair growing in the middle of his head. She thought it funny. Why would anyone want their head to be like that? It would be either bald or hairy; you could not possibly have an in-between but this human sure proved her wrong. "You know I saw you coming out of that hole over there and you were just standing there like an idiot so I was coming in to save you. Guess you didn't need any saving."

"Guess I did not." Laurisane agreed with him.

"Whoo…" He repeated. "You must be a vampire."

"I am."

"But I thought all vampires were skinny and beautiful." The comment came out but it did not seem to come out on his own thinking.

Laurisane chuckled. "You told me to remind you to never get on my bad side, well human, you are getting on my bad side."

"My apologies Miss Vampire." The human grinned at her. "The name's Puck." He said extending a hand towards her.

Laurisane looked at the hand and then back at him. "What kind of a name is 'Puck'?"

The human chuckled. "The full name's Noah Puckerman, but I like going by 'Puck,' plain and simple." He still had his hand extended towards her.

"I see." She paused. "Laurisane."

"Laura—what?"

"Laurisane. My name is Laurisane."

"Lauria—What about I just call you Lauren?"

"You will call me by my name and nothing more." She commanded.

"Fine okay… Lauri—"She lurched forward, pushing him out of the way and going straight for the neck of his attacker. Within seconds there was another drained body and she wiped her mouth once more. "Wow, you just saved—Whoa!" He moved forward and plunged his sword into a tendril controlled centaur. "Saved your life."

"I am sure."

"Hey!" He said suddenly and loudly. "You know what? We make a good team you and me! Puck and Lauren battling bad guys!"

"My name is…" She sighed. "You and I are not a team."

"Oh come on Lauren, you have to admit, we are pretty badass!"

She sighed and her lips curled up in a smile. "Sure. But I will be mentioned first in our little team."

"Oh okay. Lauren and Puck battling bad guys!" Laurisane… Lauren rolled her eyes but smiled widely at her new human companion. She looked towards the roof of the castle and looked up in hopelessness at her captured mistress.

*Chronicle of the Mystics*

Sam slept soundly in his tank. He yawned and stretched out unaware that his tank's lock was broken and had fallen into the water and that the other Mystics have already left to battle in the side of Light. He turned over and rolled right onto the lock. He was jolted awake. "What? What happened?" He yawned out. He looks down at the lock and picks it up in his hand. "What the…?" He dropped the lock and looked up at the door to his tank. He then went up to push on it and it opened. He pushed it all the way and heaved himself onto the roof of his tank. "This is strange." He muttered to himself. "Hey guys…?" He called to the others. When he looked up there was no one there. "Uh… Okay, what did I just sleep through?" He pulled himself across the top of the tank and then stopped at the edge. "The tank is taller than it looks." He muttered and he pushed himself back to the center of the tank.

At that moment the door to the barn opened. Sam's ears perked up to the sound and he tried to look around and see who coming in. "Uh…was Karofsky? Is that you?" The half breed called out.

Four affected male humans, one carrying just a riffle, two carrying just a sword, and one carrying both, stood before the stall, one of them being Karofsky's head guard and the head guard had both weapons. "Well, well, well…" The guard drawled out. "Look at what we got here… One half breed scum."

"Guess he didn't hear the memo of the war." One of the men said.

"War?" Sam asked.

"Guess not." Replied another man.

The guard moved in then and Sam slinked back into the tank, landing with a splash. "There's nowhere you can go now half breed." The guard said as he took his riffle and started to hit it against the glass. Sam moved to the opposite end and soon the glass cracked and broke after one last well placed hit. The water and Sam came tumbling out and the guard grabbed Sam.

"Let me go!" The merman yelled as he struggled, his tail whipping around to hit anyone.

"Whoa!" The other three said as they jumped out of the way of the tail. The guard dragged him out into the middle of the barn's walkway.

"Let me go!" Sam yelled once more.

"As you wish." The guard said as he tossed Sam a few feet from him.

"Where is Karofsky?" Sam demanded.

The human with the riffle stepped up and pointed the gun at him. "He's not here mer-boy."

Sam tensed and was shocked when the guard started to laugh. "It has been so long since I could finally kill you half breed." Sam's head tilted in response. "For you see little half breed, when I was last on a hunting trip I ran into your dear old dad and thought, 'Why, I don't have a merman in my collection!' so I killed him."

"What?" Sam reacted.

"Then I issued the order to have your pathetic family captured. I sold the runts to the breeding facility in California and took you in, releasing your mother from the kindness of my heart. But then your whore of a mother had to speak up and try to save your life. So I killed her also."

"What?I" The Mystic repeated, this time more horrified than the last.

"And now I will finally add a half breed merman to my collection, along with the stuffed figurine of your father and the bones of your mother."

"You… You…" Sam started, anger boiling. "Ets un cabró malalt!" Sam cursed in Mystic as he tried to throw himself at the guard but being on land with a tail greatly inhibited him.

The guard began to laugh again. "Oh… Did I piss off the half breed?" He laughed once more. "Men, help me kill him." The guard moved in but the others stayed behind for Sam started to lash out with his tail, trying desperately to bring the guard down to the ground and wrap his hands around his neck. The guard stopped and glared at the others behind him. "Well?"

"T-the tail is the most powerful part of the merpeople." The man with the riffle said.

"Yes." Said the first man who mentioned the war agreed. "If we get too close he might strike us with it."

"Cowards." The guard said. He took his sword and plunged it through the center of the tail where it meets the fin. Sam screamed and tried to free his tail but it was stuck which in translation meant that he too was stuck. "Now hold down his torso."

The two humans with the swords went around quickly and each grabbed and arm and pinned him down. Sam tried but he could not budge. Fear started to rock through his body. Here was his moment to exact his revenge for the death of his parents and the destruction of his family and the murderer was going to kill him as well. Without saying a word the leader pointed his riffle at Sam's heart. Sam struggled more, trying desperately to free himself. The guard slowly tightens his finger on the trigger and Sam shuts his eyes. Soon the blast ranged out through the barn.

Sam opened his eyes and looked down at himself. No wound. He looked up at the guard. The guard was gasping and wheezing. He dropped the riffle and soon Sam saw it. The exit wound right through the neck. The man crumpled to the floor and behind him Karofsky stood, looking extremely angry. "You three back away from the Mystic now!" Karofsky ordered. Almost immediately the three backed away. "Sam, are you all right?"

He was about to answer when from the corner of his eye he saw the human with the riffle point his gun inconspicuously towards Karofsky. "Dave! He's going to shoot!" Sam yelled pointing at the human.

Karofsky moved back just as the gun went off and he aimed and shot the human. The other two went towards him and Karofsky aimed again only to find that he was out of bullets. Groaning he tossed the gun aside and pulled out his sword. The three fought together and Sam tried to reach the guard to get his riffle but could not. Meanwhile Karofsky struck down a man by running the sword down his back and then it became a one-on-one battle as Karofsky circled around the last man. The swords clanked with each other and the Karofsky swung across and the sword imbedded itself in the man's side. The man started to gasp and Karofsky pulled the sword out and the man fell to the floor and started to bleed heavily but he was still alive so Karofsky did the last move and shoved the sword into the man's chest, ending his life.

Karofsky moved to Sam's side then and looked at the sword in his tail and then at Sam. "Sam, what should I do?"

"Pull it out of course." Sam said.

"But—"

"I'll be fine." Sam assured. "Just pull it out, please."

Karofsky breathed in, and Sam did the same, as Karofsky quickly pulled the sword out. Sam hissed and groaned. "Sorry." Karofsky said immediately.

"It's fine, it's fine." Sam said as he exhaled. He groaned and stared down at the guard. "He killed my parents."

"I know. I overheard." Karofsky said as he stood.

"He almost killed me."

"I would have never let that happened." The entrepreneur said as he walked away towards one closet. Sam watched silently for a moment before turning his attention back to the guard. Karofsky returned in no time and showed Sam that he had gotten some clothing and a towel. "So you can dress when you change and to heal you." Karofsky explained.

"That won't be necessary." Sam paused. "The towel anyway."

"But Sam—"

"But Karofsky—"Sam mimicked. "Could you please just take me outside?" Karofsky nodded and awkwardly picked up the merman in his hands bridal style. Karofsky walked them outside and he set Sam against the wall of the barn beside the door where two horses were waiting. Sam stretched his back and sat back quietly.

After a few moments of silence Karofsky spoke up. "Are you sure you don't need the towel?"

"Maybe to dry faster yes." With that said Sam took the towel and started to dry off his torso.

"Your tail—"

"My tail will be fine when I change." He paused. "Partially because I won't have a tail but remember Karofsky, I'm a merperson; we have awesome healing abilities remember? It'll be fine whenever I change back to a merman. Trust me."

"All right, I'll trust you."

"Good." Another silence fell upon them. "So what about this war? I was asleep."

Karofsky scoffed. "Of course you would be sleeping when all the Mystics got liberated."

"Liberated? What do you mean?"

"Just what I mean. All the Mystics are freed and they're fighting now. Some pompous jerk called Doyle Sarver and his vampire Antoni DeBastard fucked up the whole balance and are challenging everything."

"Oh…" Sam paused once more to think. "Is his name really DeBastard?"

Karofsky laughed and shook his head. "No… I will have to explain it to you later, but now there's something else I want to talk about."

"Oh? Would it have to do with the fact your head guard was the murderer of my parents all along or that he almost killed me? Oh! And what happened to his dog? I realized the absence of it just now."

"No Sam." Karofsky shook his head. "It's none of that and for the dog; I think it was burned to death by the phoenix."

"Ah… Phoenix do hate dogs."

"Sam… You called me by my name in the barn." Karofsky said, sounding suddenly very serious.

"Oh… I'm sorry. It won't happen again."

"No Sam." Karofsky's hand went out to hold Sam's. "I loved hearing my name from your lips, even if it was to warn me or if it came from those Trouty Mouth lips of yours."

"Ah… Thanks…" Sam said sarcastically.

Karofsky smiled at him. "Sam, there are no more masters, the laws don't apply anymore, if you can survive this battle and the war you can live to do whatever it is you wish to do or wish to become." Sam stayed quiet, his heart pounding in his chest and his checks feeling hotter. "And whatever it is I want to be or do, I want it to be with you."

"Oh…" Sam said stupidly.

The human chuckled softly. "'Oh…' Is that all you can say?"

"No…" Sam said softly. "Um… Um…"

"Well you definitely proved to me that you can say more than just 'oh' Sam." Sam scowled in response. "All you have to say Sam is that you'll be there beside me."

Sam sat there, thinking, wondering, if this, if Karofsky, Dave, was really something he really wanted. He wanted to find his siblings, but could he really do it? With the war now what was even the chance? His siblings could even be dead by now. And did he really want to face the world alone without a friend in the world? Sam looked at Karofsky. He would not be alone with him, but he would not be a friend, he would be much more. And Sam? Sam was perfectly fine with that. "Yes, I will be there beside you." Karofsky smiled and leaned in, Sam closing the gap. Their lips touched softly, questionably, and soon their lips started to slip over one another but then—"Ah shit!" Sam cursed as the change started to happen. The scales started to burn off and Karofsky immediately moved to get the pants ready for him. After the change Sam quickly changed into his clothing and then Karofsky helped him stand. Sam held onto Karofsky. "It's been so long since I stood."

Karofsky chuckled. "I'll help you get to your horse." Sam smiled and nodded at him and soon they were on their respective horses and running towards the Mystics Woods.

*Chronicle of the Mystics*

Blaine fought valiantly in Lima. He had taken down a good number of Mystics and humans being affected by the tendrils. Though he had a weakness. He was worrying about the love of his life, Kurt. He had started to wonder what was happening to him. If he too was fighting and Blaine just knew that was true. And what was his shifter planning? What could one being do? Mystics were coming in from everywhere, most of them fighting alongside him and very few fleeing. It had seemed all the captured Mystics had been set free. Had Kurt done this? Inside Blaine he knew that Kurt was behind everything. He alone had started an army to fight against Sarver, he alone would lead it, and that is what frightened Kurt.

It was at that moment Blaine was knocked down. A Pegasus, but definitely not Kurt, was looming over him, neighing and screaming and eyes pitch black, blacker than the darkest night. Blaine could do nothing, he was pinned and he feared his life would end. Then another sound piercing battle cry from a horse rang and just as suddenly as the Pegasus was above him the Mystic was gone a replaced with a familiar face. "Scarlota."

"Blaine." The unicorn spoke which surprised Blaine. He had never heard her speak before. But then, as Blaine noticed, he never took of her lock from her horn. "Are you all right?"

"Fine. Is Kurt with you?" Blaine asked immediately.

"Yes he is fine." She replied instantly as if she knew he was going to ask that question. "In fact he is over there, going to fight Sarver."

"What?" Blaine exclaimed as he looked around the unicorn to see nothing. "W-where is he?"

"Blaine…" The unicorn said with an undertone of scolding. The human moved his attention, reluctantly, back to the pure creature. "Kurt is a strong and powerful Mystic, strongest yet after being a fourth generation. He is the Fated One, the one who will free all and bring peace at last to this oppressive world."

Blaine was stunned to a loss of words. He did not know what to say and just stared up at the unicorn.

"If you want to help him," she continued, "I would suggest to fight, fight with all your might and ever stop, never stop battling the Darkness unleashed in the world." And then Scarlota turned and ran off into the chaos to fight.

Blaine nodded, agreeing with the Mystic, as he soon himself turned and started to fight once more.

*Chronicle of the Mystics*

Sarver laughed to himself as the tendrils spread downwards and claimed their victims, his slaves. His plan was going on without a hitch, not even the freed Mystics and the humans fighting against him served to be no threat and he has not seen the Fated One since that conversation at the train. "I believe," Sarver started not speaking to either Lady Brooke or Antoni, "that our little Fated One has cowered away."

"You are wrong." Lady Brooke said with confidence. "That Mystic would never run. He knows his tasks and fate and he will make sure they are all accomplished."

Sarver chuckled. "What if is death is added into the equation Milady? Shall he have to accomplish that as well?" He laughed and he turned slightly towards her. "And what of your God? Will he not come to save those who follow him?" He paused allowing her to answer, she did not. Antoni did instead.

"No master."

"Exactly Antoni. I am a God that will execute." Sarver said in agreeance. "That God of Light is a coward, much like his Fated One."

"You quiet your mouth!" Lady Brooke yelled at him. Antoni's grip on her tightened as a wide grin spread across Sarver's face. "He is far more of a God than you will ever wish to be Doyle Sarver! You are nothing more than—"

A tendril stretched out to her and wrapped itself around her neck choking the words out of her. "Did I strike a nerve Lady Brooke?" He asked through clenched teeth. "I would advise not to. Anger and hatred fuel my tendrils of Darkness and I am sure your anger would do wonders." She tried to calm herself instantly through breathing through her mouth with some difficulty. "And another word of advice Milady? Do not ever, ever in your right mind, finish that sentence."

Lady Brooke smiled faintly. "Did I strike a nerve Sarver? A word of advice I shall give to you, stop this petty excuse of a takeover."

Sarver groaned at the human's little mimic. "You will see how petty it is by the time this day is over!" Sarver turned around and continued to look out onto the chaos he created below him. The tendril released itself from her neck and wrapped around his torso almost lovingly. "Everyone will see…" He said softly to himself. "Everyone will see my power."

Then from the clouds a strangely marked Pegasus drifted down before the roof but still keeping a distance away. It neighed and glared at Sarver.

"Well, well, if it isn't Kurt come to join the battle at last." Kurt neighed strongly in disagreement. Sarver chuckled once more. "What now Kurt? Come to talk me out of this? Try to be a good guy before you really start the war? Here we are the two leaders of the war, one for Light, and one for Darkness. I do have to say though Kurt, this is rather weak of you…"

Kurt neighed, snorted and nickered his reply. 'I am not here to try and talk you out of this Sarver. You have made your choice, and I am here to stop it."

"Fine then." Sarver sighed. "If that is what you want. I was going to offer to spare your life if you sided with me but of course that would have never happened."

The tendrils below attacking the people and Mystics soon detached themselves, their spell still in place, as they went up to help their master. They went towards his hands and from his hands they went outwards in big blobs of darkness. Kurt started to slowly back away since the blobs continued to grow. Soon they morphed into claws with four sharp talons on each. The claws were being controlled by Sarver, his hand movements being copied by the claws. Sarver moved his hands outwards towards Kurt and Kurt neighed as the claws started to surround him. They enclosed in on him, the sharp talons scratching his skin and drawing blood. He continued to neigh as the claws soon enveloped him in darkness. Sarver laughed at the simplicity of it all but then fire erupted from the center of the claws and the darkness cowered away. In place of the Pegasus was a phoenix cawing loudly with fire reaching out like the sun.

Sarver groaned and the claws collected themselves and attacked the phoenix. Kurt dipped under the claws and started to fly around the claws in circle, using speed and heat to prevent another capture. "Hold still!" Sarver yelled. He groaned once more and looked down for a moment at the train. Sarver looked back at Kurt and then commanded a few tendrils to go down to the train. The tendrils broke apart distracting Kurt long enough for one claw to hit him. Kurt cried out and lost some altitude but caught himself before he hit the ground.

The tendrils below invaded the minds of Sarver's Mystics who had not moved a single inch when their shackles and locks were broken off. The five cried out and the shifters soon changed into two phoenixes, a harpy and a hippogriff. The four flew up towards the claws and Kurt while the dragon started to rampage below killing and destroying everything in its path.

Kurt shifted into a canary and simply flew out of the claws only to see the four shifters flying towards him. Kurt shifted again back into his Pegasus formed and flew quickly downwards, dodging the claws behind him but still being chased by the four shifters. The phoenixes cawed as fire lashed out towards Kurt while the harpy tried to scratch and claw at him and the hippogriff merely chased. Behind the others. Kurt flew through the fighting masses below eventually flying next to Lauren and Puck.

The two looked at each other and nodded. Lauren quickly conjured a spell and casted it at the harpy. It brought the harpy crashing down into the pavement where Puck quickly took care of the Mystic.

Kurt, being distracted by the killing Lauren and Puck made nearly ran into Scarlota. They both neighed in alarm before Kurt continued to fly off. Scarlota shook her head and watched as two phoenixes flew towards her. She neighed in displeasure and a force field of sorts, shaped like a bowl with the bowl opening up at the phoenixes, formed catching the two Mystics before quickly going down onto the ground. The phoenixes cawed out in alarm as their fire slowly went out. The shifters started to shift into a plethora of other creatures to try to escape but soon air was soon depleted and they died of suffocation. Scarlota's body shook with death but she continued on anyways, having a dedication towards her friend and leader.

Now left only the hippogriff and Kurt saw no evil in the shifter behind him. He came to a stop in the courtyard, his hooves hitting the ground as he landed. The hippogriff too stopped landing before the Pegasus. Kurt started to console the hippogriff, asking to join the side of Light instead. The hippogriff was afraid and did not want to switch but still Kurt continued, in a more rushed tone as the claws started their way to him. But still the hippogriff did not budge. Kurt tried once more only to see in horror the Fafnir dragon bite down on the hippogriff. The other Mystic cried out in pain and death and Kurt started to fly off once more, just in time to avoid the claws.

Sarver groaned in response. "What is with this Mystic?"

"I told you…" Lady Brooke started. "He will see his tasks and fate accomplished, no matter what."

"We will see about that." Sarver answered not offering her a glance. He yelled out and the claws ripped with anger. Soon they were moving towards Kurt at a much faster and more aggressive rate. Kurt was finding it difficult to fight the claws and dodge their attacks. One claw gripped him around the neck, the talons slowly started to embed themselves into the shoulder and even the neck. Kurt neighed frantically and started to struggle.

Below Blaine dispatched a human and looked up at Kurt in worry. "Kurt!" Blaine yelled "Kurt!" Blaine started to rush out towards him but kept on getting intercepted by enemies. "Get out of my way! Kurt!" He yelled in a mixture of worry and anxiousness.

Kurt was finally able to free himself but he felt immensely weakened. He panted heavily and his body shook with pain. It was getting hard for him to keep himself up in the air for every time he flapped his wings a shooting pain would go down his spine. Sarver chuckled to himself at the condition of the Mystic and raised his right hand. The right claw rose in the air and Sarver quickly brought his hand down and the claws ripped through the air and smacked Kurt like he was a fly. Kurt neighed in pure agony as he was shot through the air, his necklace that Blaine gave him flying off and landing in the courtyard as he crashed into it and then came to a rest in the middle of the street.

From around them the Mystics erupted into fear and concern for their leader. Scarlota abandoned the fight she was in and rushed towards Kurt. By the time she reached him he had shifted back into a human and appeared to be dead. She reared and neighed loudly. Lauren and Puck joined her side in moments. Lauren shook her in anger and nervousness. "That's it…" She said to herself before she turned and yelled as loud as she could towards the others. "Retreat! Go into the Woods! Retreat!" The Mystics and humans on the side of Light soon started to make their retreat, some being killed along the way by those under Sarver's command. Lauren lifted Kurt into her arms and laid him across Scarlota's back, his blood tainting her coat. "Puck, ride with him. I am going to steal this carriage here." Puck merely nodded and climbed onto the unicorn's back. She started to gallop immediately and ran straight to the Woods. Lauren followed in a carriage, humans jumping onto the carriage as it went by to catch a lift.

In the chaos Blaine could not see where Kurt had gone. He had saw him crash into the ground and went to him but he was no longer there. "Kurt! Kurt where are you?" He yelled out. He soon went towards the Woods but was blocked off by the Fafnir dragon roaring loudly at those who were too slow to move. Blaine looked around frantically. It seemed that now Sarver was taking prisoners.

Within minutes they were all rounded up. The Mystics in one group and humans in another. Their weapons were taken away from them and the Mystics were once again chained up. Sarver, Antoni and Lady Brooke came out from the castle and walked towards the prisoners, Antoni still having a hard grip of Lady Brooke's arm. "So these are out prisoners." Sarver said as he stopped a small ways away to be able to see all of his over a hundred and seventy prisoners of war. He looked at the Mystics first. "For this particular group of Mystics you can give them a choice, either live and fight with me or die. With the others captured in the other counties… I suppose you could give them a choice but I want most killed."

"Yes sir." Said a Minotaur as he went before the group of Mystics.

"With the humans…" Sarver continued. "I want them all dead." The humans started to whimper and talk amongst themselves. "All except Blaine Anderson and…" He scanned the group of humans. "Those tow ladies."

A chimera walked out and started to pull the three selected humans out. Blaine looked at either side of him and recognized the two ladies. "Quinn? Santana?"

"Oh this is just lovely." Santana groaned.

Quinn groaned as well. "It isn't you Blaine. It is just this. A war…"

"Oh no it's him too." Santana said in a joking tone, obviously attempting, but failing, to lighten the atmosphere.

"Silence." Sarver said as he walked towards the three. "You each will be my servants."

"Servants?" Quinn asked in shock. "Quinn Fabray is no one's servant."

Sarver chuckled. "Well I am someone, the person who is allowing you to live. Be grateful." He growled out the last part. "Any other words?"

Santana nodded. "I have quite a few words for you. You are—"

Blaine covered her mouth with his hands. "A very merciful God and we would be happy to serve you." Blaine finished through clenched teeth.

Sarver erupted into laughter. "It must hurt you does it not? To not know if your little savior is alive, and to say such a thing to me. Though I think that the 'not knowing' part is by far the most painful." Blaine glared at him, not trusting his words. If he were to say anything he knows that their lives would be lost, or at least his. "But not to worry… It will become far more painful. Fafnir! Watch them!"

The three walked stiffly towards the dragon and the dragon growled as they approached, his hot breath falling upon them. "Now…" Sarver continued. "Antoni, you may release the Lady Brooke and go out and pick the first lucky victim of my prisoners shall you. I can assure you she will not run. Will you Milady?" Lady Brooke did not reply she merely pulled her arm from Antoni's hand and stood still, her back upright. "I will take that as a yes… Antoni?"

Antoni walked over towards the human, an evil smirk on his face. "Which one, which one?" He asked himself as he scanned the group of humans. His eyes fell upon a young girl with a doll in her hand and her mother standing behind her holding her close to her.

The mother gasped and started to beg the vampire. "Oh please no, not my Sarah! Kill me instead please! She is just a little girl!"

"Silence foolish woman!" Antoni yelled. "It is better when they are young. Blood isn't as stale."

"Oh God no please!" Sarver chuckled at the sentence.

Antoni on the other hand kneeled before the girl. She whimpered and moved closer to her mother who started to kneel to pick up her four year old. Antoni growled, stood up quickly and smacked the mother. The woman yelped and stumbled backwards into the people behind her but they could not catch her so she fell onto the ground. Antoni quickly grabbed the child and pulled her out of the group, the doll falling out of her hands. Antoni chuckled to himself and kneeled before her. "Consider yourself lucky Sarah… You will not have to continue to live in this warring world."

Sarah shook her head. "No, no… Mommy!"

"Sarah!" Antoni bit down as the woman screamed her daughter's name. "Sarah! No!" The mother cried. Lady Brooke sighed heavily and looked away. Her eyes rested on a golden object with ribbon attached to it. She blinked at it and started to move towards it when the sound of a body hit the ground.

Antoni had dropped the body and wiped his mouth and stood before the group of humans, almost daring them to react, as the mother brokenly cried over the death of her child, the doll in her hands as if it were an injured bird. Lady Brooke quickly moved towards the object, stooped down and picked it up. She examined the necklace and then wrapped it up so it could fit in one palm.

Sarver sighed and rolled his neck. "Now that that is done and over with, we still need to continue going on with the plan. Antoni, lead the servants and Lady Brooke, we are going shopping." Sarver chuckled and started to walk away.

Antoni nodded and commanded the four humans. "Come along then!"

They started to move while the other Mystics and humans under Sarver's command started to thin out the number of prisoners. The four walked together, Quinn and Santana before Blaine and Lady Brooke. It was solemn and quiet, and not one wanted to speak a word as the followed the vampire and the Fafnir dragon followed them. Lady Brooke breathed in a softly touched Blaine's arm. He looked at her. She could tell that he wanted to be strong, to be brave, but in his eyes he can see the loss of faith, the fear, and the worry, all of the emotions she feels inside but refuses to let it show. "Did you know the Fated One? Kurt?" She asked quietly, not wanting to bring too much attention to them.

"Yes." He simply replied. But then he decided to elaborate. "We were lovers…"

"'Were'? My dear boy, do not doubt for one minute that he is dead. He would not die just as things begun."

"Do you know him?"

"No. Not personally. But I know his personality, his fate, his destiny. I know him, but probably not as you know him." Blaine nodded. Once again he did not know what to say. "Here, I believe this was his." She handed him the necklace. "I believe it fell off." Blaine looked at the necklace and tears sprung to his eyes. He nodded, for he had no words to say.

Please review if you don't Kurt will DIE! Longest chapter ever! 15 full pages in word! Whew!

PS: When Sam said "Ets un cabró malalt!" it translates into "You are one sick bastard!" if you couldn't guess. If there's any other translations you want to know, just ask.