Fair warning: This chapter goes all over the place. It goes from present, backs up a little bit, then backs to present, then later, then back again so yeah… It shouldn't be too difficult to keep up but, just fair warning. Plus, yeah, longest freaking chapter EVER! So good luck with that…
PLUS: The first official flashback of this story… Will be denoted as such: Flashback: and End of Flashback
*Chapter 24: In Earth's Final Moments…*
Blaine was leading the way out of the castle through the servant's passage, half carrying half dragging the vampire in his arms. Once they came to that junction of the emergency escape tunnel the group took a sharp turn towards land. The tunnel itself went down underneath the ocean's surface and then came up somewhere on shore with a larger magic repellent door with only one key to it, the key Antoni has. There was no time for words, or even thoughts as the sounds of destruction echoed through the walls of the tunnel. Once at the door Blaine set down Antoni gently on the floor, the vampire resting up against the wall, as he quickly took the heavy key and pushed it into the slot with no avail. "Why isn't this working?" Blaine asked, stressed out and pressed for time. He looked back at the vampire.
Antoni grunted as he looked over to the door. "Y-you see that circle there?" Blaine looked back at the door. In the center there was a circle with some sort of locking mechanism in there that looked much like a gear. "Turn it… Turn it to the right… Then left, then right… You s-should hear three… cough… Clicks when you unlock the locks…" Blaine did as he was instructed and the three clicks sounded as he turned the gear. "Now… The key…"
Blaine retried the key and this time it went in and Blaine started to turn it, a lock clank sounding when the much larger lock within the door sounded. "That's it?" Quinn sounded. "So you're saying that if someone could have gotten the key, that's all they had to do?"
Antoni laughed brokenly for a cough shook his body violently. Blaine rushed over and started to pick up the vampire wordlessly. "First you would have… Would have needed the key…" He panted out, smirking slightly.
Quinn groaned. "Fine. I guess that part alone is difficult."
"Stop talking and let's get the hell out of this shit hole!" Santana cursed as she rushed through the door, Quinn and Lady Brooke rushing quickly behind her.
The ex-entrepreneur hesitated. The vampire urged him forward. "What's the ho-hold up?"
"The door… It's made out of magic repellent."
"So?"
"Wouldn't it hurt you?"
"Not any more… Not more than these…" The human sighed and moved in through the door quickly. It had been closed for so long that a field had been created with magic repellent and when the two passed through Antoni felt his skin being burned off causing him to scream in great agony. "I was wrong!" He squeaked out as his body fell limp in Blaine's arms. "That hurts like a bitch!"
Blaine smirked. "At least you're not stuttering anymore."
"Shut the fuck u-up!" Blaine could only smile. But soon light came through and he rushed out with Antoni in his arms.
Once they stepped outside the sun blinded them momentarily before their eyes adjusted. Santana had her hands on her waist while Lady Brooke looked concerned. "What took you so long to get out?"
Blaine opened his mouth but Lady Brooke beat him to it. "The door created a field of magic repellent. That probably slowed these two down." Blaine nodded as did Antoni softly. Her attention was then dragged from the males to the castle. The others looked back as well in time to see the castle cave in on itself, the large towers crumbling over and falling into the raging sea. Then a loud crash sounded as the cliff started to break apart. The half with the castle soon found itself breaking apart and crashing into the debris below. It was at such great magnitudes that below the feet of this group the earth shook. Then they noticed the shapes and figures still escaping from the castle, most of them falling to their deaths. Blaine's heart started to race as he worried that Kurt, as well as the others, may not have gotten out in time. A hand on his shoulder took his attention away from the devastation. "He is fine." It was Lady Brooke. "Kurt is the Fated One." Somehow that reassured him and soon the group switched to Antoni as they started to focus on his wounds.
As the women cared over the vampire Blaine looked off into the distance to see in the distance a red Fafnir dragon take to the air with what appeared to be some other figures upon its back. Blaine's hope rose as he recognized the dragon. He knew that the dragon was kept in the dungeon and if the dragon was freed then perhaps…
Suddenly a familiar Mystic flew in, his hooves touching the ground with thuds as he trotted over to the group. Blaine breathed in deeply and opened his mouth to speak but Kurt trotted right past him and shifted quickly into a human to fall beside the vampire. Blaine's eyebrows knit together but he soon joins Kurt beside him, on his knees just like the shifter was. "Antoni." Kurt called out to the vampire. "Will you heal?"
Antoni chuckled brokenly, another cough shaking his frame. "Heal?" He asked. "No… I am dying Fated One…"
"Antoni…" Kurt began but he did not know what to say. Here is a Mystic he used to hate with a passion but then once he figured out all that had happened his heart grew pity for the vampire and since Antoni saved his life, the shifter felt like he needed to say something. He was about to try again when Antoni interrupted.
"Kurt… I-I have done so much… So much sin… I-I—"The vampire coughed and could not seem to stop. Kurt placed a hand on his shoulder. "I… I can't remember when… The last time I didn't… Didn't sin… It's been hundreds, hundreds, of years…" Antoni paused, his eyes starting to gloss over and his body slowly getting hotter and hotter, a sign of the vampire's upcoming death. "I don't know… I don't know why—"Antoni glanced at Lady Brooke, tears streaming down his face. "I don't know but…" He swallowed. "But I feel light… Like… Light, Light…" Lady Brooke smiled at him and nodded gently, quickly joining the vampire's side, opposite of Kurt and Blaine. "I… See light… It's the Realm… The Realm of my parents…" The tears fell and a true genuine smile broke upon the vampire's face. "I see them… My parents… I will join them soon… Father… Mother…" The vampire's eyes closed and the final tears fell. Soon after the eyes closed the body quickly turned into ash since the body had heated up so much. Once the vampire was completely ash, the wind picked up and his ashes drifted away to soon join the earth and give back to nature.
*Chronicle of the Mystics*
"Sarver!" Shimshon yelled. "Stop this idiocy and turn yourself in! Change your ways and be of Light!"
"Never! You may think you can influence the Darkness, but I will not give in to you! I will not be your follower!"
"Then do not follow me! But change your ways! You will never succeed!"
"Enough! I do not merely want to be a God uncle; I want to be the God! I want sole faith! Sole worship!"
"You silly child! You cannot be the sole God! Your father, my brother would, and will always be the main God your so-called followers follow. They only follow you of your blood. Take your father's title and even your most devout worshipers will turn against you!"
"You speak lies! I will be the only! I will be supreme!"
"Stop this nonsense Sarver! See the error of your ways, the error of your thinking!"
"Enough talk! We are fighting uncle, and I intend to win!" Sarver rushed forward to the God of Light. The two fought in the sky above the ocean, claws and wings clashing together in fits of rage and determination. The outcome of this battle will determine the future of the world and despite Shimshon being a true God, his demigod nephew of his still had a chance to beat him, that is, if he could discover the God's weakness. "I follow the path of my father!" Sarver started as the two were fighting. They came to a stalemate, their clawed hands in one another's, trying to hold back the other from attacking. "I follow the path of Darkness!"
"Do you even know who your father was?"
"He was a great God of Darkness before you killed him!" The two pushed off each other before once again clashing together in a stalemate.
"Wrong! He was a God of Darkness, true, but he was also my brother and he had Light in him just as I have Darkness within me."
"You are wrong! My father was strong, powerful and dark! No way did he have any good in him! There's no possible way you could be dark!"
"We were born from the same power of nature nephew…" Shimshon began slowly before quickly moving and taking Sarver in a headlock, the demigod's smaller wings pressed up uncomfortably to the God's broad chest. "Brother only started the First Great War because he let his own evil, jealously, grab a hold of him. He was jealous that I began to spend time with my new mate Brooke Dionne instead of him. We had so many years together and we had promised the other to never drift apart but even I can hold a promise when love comes into play." Sarver thrashed and turned wildly in the God's arms, trying to escape. Shimshon merely let him go, but not before flinging him outwards towards the sea, putting a great distance between them. "My brother was not all Darkness Doyle Sarver. In his last few moments of his life he had allowed a fragment of hope to be created, to pay as a token of regret to hopefully balance out what he had done. He allowed the Prophesy to live, he allowed for your inevitable defeat."
Sarver starts to shake with anger, not believing a word the God of Light is telling him. "Lies… Lies. Lies, lies, lies!" Sarver yelled loudly, the yell a mix between that of a human's and that of a raven's. He growls and flies forward towards his uncle quickly, murder in his eyes.
*Chronicle of the Mystics*
Quinn found herself crying and she fell to her knees. Placing her hands to her face she started to sob about Antoni's death. Somehow between the years she was kept as a servant in the Dark Castle, she had changed religions and began to follow adoració de la naturalesa and at that moment she felt so close to the vampire and the strong spirit of naturalesa.
Kurt stands and he squares his shoulders. "The vampire Antoni was by far one of the greatest opponents I could have ever fought with. In his final moment he had saved lives and proved himself to be a true friend, even if it was for a short while. We will always remember him in this way. Déu de la Llum, beneeixi la seva ànima."
"Déu de la Llum, beneeixi la seva ànima." Lady Brooke repeated. Santana tossed them a confused look and Lady Brooke seeing this translated. "God of Light, bless his soul." Santana merely nodded.
Kurt lingered for a moment before turning and walking off wordlessly towards the beach where the battle was taking place. Blaine stood quickly and grabbed Kurt's hand, efficiently stopping him. "Kurt, where are you going?" It was clear where the shifter was going to Blaine, but he just did not want the shifter to leave, not when they had so many unresolved issues between them.
"Blaine, I must fight, and I must fight alone."
"No!" Santana yelled stepping towards the Fated One. "No, you can't do that! I want to kick some Resistance ass!"
"No!" Kurt yelled as he yanked his hand from Blaine's. "This does not involve you Santana. I do not mean any disrespect but you all are humans and I would feel much better if I go off into battle not only knowing that you all are safe but that you can also protect each other, especially Lady Brooke. You will not accompany me. This is for your own well being."
"Fuck my well being and fuck you too Kurt." Santana lashed out. "I want to fight! And I'm sure Blaine would—"
"You will all die!" Kurt yelled power surging from his voice causing and almost inaudible echo in the wind. "This is not just some little battle between humans and Mystics; this is a battle between two very powerful immortals and their followers and allies. Here there is no room for pity, or mercy. When you enter this battle you fight to the death or when can no longer. Spare yourself and stay away from this battle." He looked at Blaine. "That is an order." Blaine could not speak. He had never seen Kurt act like this and it scared him, if only a bit. Kurt turned away once more and started to proceed down the hill. Blaine shot forward, yelling for him to stop. To his extreme surprise, the shifter did.
"Kurt… Please… Please let us help you. I know I can help. I can fight and I want to fight. I want to fight for freedom, for peace, for you. Please, please let me prove myself to you. Please… Give me a chance to earn your love and respect once more."
Kurt stood, his back still facing the human when he spoke a reply. "I can't let you do that Blaine. I don't want you hurt and you don't need to prove anything to me." The shifter half turned and looked at Blaine with soft multicolored eyes. "And I always have loved and respect you Blaine. I never stopped. Not even when I was sure you were dead." There was a silence as the two ex-lovers looked into each others eyes. "I am sorry Blaine, but I must go… Alone." In an instant Kurt shifted to his spirit form and flew into the sky, disappearing into the grey clouds.
*Chronicle of the Mystics*
Scarlota rammed her horn into the gut of the Mystic she was fighting. Sure she was a unicorn and her kind usually stands for peace and kindness and all things good but when a unicorn fight they fight for these reasons and they will kill or be killed defending it. That is why you could see unicorns as emblems all over the world, they were just so magnificent and beautiful creatures yet they will kill you without a single regret if you threaten what they stand for, and this Mystic of the Resistance was no difference. She neighed and reared up before pressing her horn through the flesh of a nymph.
Brittany with a sword in hand, quickly shifted to another enemy member she, saw in the distance and blending in with the Resistance before she struck. Sure the female may not be the smartest at times but in times of battle, a natural instinct for Mystics no matter the breed, survival and quick thinking is what helps this shifter fight and win over her opponents. Scarlota ran up to her then and Brittany jumped onto the unicorn's back and the two rushed into the fray.
Meanwhile another group of fighters made up of Lauren, Puck and the Fafnir dragon were busy taking on most of the Resistance enemies, and they were all living in the moment. The Fafnir fought from above, using fire to protect and lessen the numbers that the female vampire and male human delinquent had to face. The two humanoid beings were in the center of it all, back to back and fighting with all their might, sword and shield and claws and teeth slicing through their opponents with ease. One could say that this group of fighters was by far the best in the whole army, and with their backgrounds it was not hard to see why. Puck chuckled, momentarily distracting Lauren but quickly realized that an enemy was rushing towards her so she quickly sunk her teeth into her opponent's neck and snapped it in one fluid motion. Releasing the lifeless body she looked at her human companion. "What is wrong with you? This is battle!"
"Yes and you don't think I know that?" Puck responded, his sword piercing the heart of his current opponent. "I was just thinking that…" His sword swiped the air and efficiently slashed an enemy and Lauren quickly dispatched another. "This is kind of how we first met. Back to back in a major battle…"
Lauren then chuckled as she killed yet another enemy and then another. "You're right." There was a pause and then, "But you should stop thinking about the past and focus on the present." She then lashed out, nearly hitting Puck as she went for the throat of shifter and draining the body dry.
Puck laughed. "That happened too… I remember."
"Stop remembering and start fighting Puckerman." Lauren commanded and the Fafnir breathed fire onto a large group of enemies charging at them all at once.
From the tree line then came the combined armies and Finn and Karofsky for it was Wes' army that was chosen to go back and defend the lands. The merge of the two armies went on perfectly and the two captains fought together, going after the strongest enemies and using a productive strategy, attack from two different sides, leaving the enemy with no room to escape. Though all together with the amount of humans charging into a battle which was mostly, Mystic against Mystic, the odds have not changed at all. The outcome of this battle on land was now based on the fighting skills of both sides and to see who had a better army.
Long moments have passed and then Kurt flew into the battlegrounds and shifted into one of the most aggressive Mystics, and yet one of the most powerful of all (besides an animal shape shifter with the abilities of all his Mystic transformations), a Norwegian Ridgeback. Kurt roared loudly, striking fear into nearly every being that fought in the battle field. He charged forward, teeth, claws, tail and fire quickly changing the outcome of the war.
*Chronicle of the Mystics*
"You are a liar!" Saver once again accused the God of Light about his father. "My father would never do such a thing! He wanted dominance! He wanted—"
"He did not want such a thing!" Shimshon interrupted. "I told you, he just wanted his brother to spend more time with him. The war was both of our faults, I for not giving him the time of day and he for letting his jealously take over when he knew that the first year of being mates is a time of being inseparable."
"But… But—"Sarver was tiring and this information, despite how much he wishes it to be lies, was in fact the truth and there was no escaping it.
The two divine beings stayed in the air, a silent pact of neutrality at least for the moment, while Shimshon told a story about he and his brother. "Nephew… Before the final battle in which I killed my brother, he and I agreed to meet one more time for we knew that one of us would die. So we met in the castle and had a civilized discussion, just the two of us."
Flashback:
Shimshon stood in the center of his room, his fraternal twin brother Kieron just feet before him. He looked tired, exhausted, a bad sign for a God. His long black hair was not shiny anymore, his red eyes were dull, his skin pale, and his hands wrinkled like that of an elderly human. It was obvious that the war had not been good for the older brother of these two divine Gods but it was to be expected seeing as Kieron was always more of a prankster than a fighter while Shimshon was quite the opposite. Shimshon sighed and closed the space between them, giving his brother a hug of guilt. He was not surprised when Kieron hugged him back. "Brother," Shimshon began, "why did we have to go to this?"
"I do not know." Kieron responded truthfully. "I just… I just wanted my brother Shimshon."
"I know, brother, and I am so sorry."
"No I am." The two broke apart and took a few steps backwards to make some comfortable space between them. They may have a moment of peace but they were still enemies, despite their bond as brothers. "I should have never allowed jealously to rule me. It was all my fault."
"It is not entirely your fault Kieron. I am to blame as well. I expected that you would be okay with my separation from you even though we have had spent millennia together, just the two of us, ruling this world with a just hand."
Kieron shook his head. "I always move without thought brother. It has always been my problem. That and I am an idiot tainted by the Darkness I control. It has a hold on me that is too strong and too powerful."
"Brother…"
"And not to mention I am selfish." Kieron continued, turning his back on his younger brother as he ranted. "I should have respected that he first year of being mates is one that cannot be tampered with. I should have known that the bond created between you and the human would have still been like one between two Mystics and not at all be weakened by her species. Besides that she also follows us… Or at least you. I am sorry. I am just a bastard."
Shimshon chuckled and walked up closer to his brother. "Yes you are… But I still love you none-the-less." Kieron turned and looked his brother in the eye, his words softening the heart of the God of Darkness. Shimshon smiled at him. "Do you remember when I first saw Brooke?"
Kieron scoffed once but yet a smile broke onto his face. "Yes. I could not believe anyone, wither they be human or Mystic, could have fallen in love so quickly with a little slave girl so quickly before I saw you set eyes on her."
The God of Light laughed, slowly becoming red from embarrassment for falling in love with a six year old human slave who worked in the gardens of the castle of some royal humans. "I believe it was her eyes. They were just so vibrantly violet and despite her situation then they were so full of life and were so bright."
"And I know how much you like shiny things brother." Shimshon grinned broadly. "Well…" Kieron shrugged, he too becoming red as he brought up his story. "It cannot be as bad as that male I fell for."
The younger brother erupted into laughter. "If you had any doubt about your sexuality before brother, I was sure they were far out the window." It was true that the God of Darkness was indeed a homosexual and had an extreme fascination with male centaurs. He just saw it so appealing how one half he can ride and another he could love. Kieron said nothing as Shimshon continued to embarrass him more. "That poor centaur… I never thought their kind could show so much fear."
"Quiet!" The two brothers laughed together, their laughter together sounding as magnificent as a golden orchestra. The laughter dies and Kieron stares down at the floor between them. The silence continued to drag on until Kieron once again spoke up. "I am going to die tomorrow…" He looked up into his brother's eyes. "Am I not?"
Shimshon felt his heart tighten with sadness as he soon said the word that would damn them both. "Yes."
Kieron nodded in agreement. "Then to balance out my misdeeds to this world I will allow a ray of hope that would save humanity and Mystic kind if anything were ever to arise from my brood." Just moments before Kieron went against himself and took a human female as a mate, leaving behind in her a legacy with the hope that his son or daughter does not stray from the path as he did. It would probably turn out to be a mistake but that is why he will die with a Prophesy he will make. The God of Darkness, now determined and almost ready to die for his actions quickly moves to his younger brother and hugs him, giving him a quick kiss on Shimshon's lips before walking backwards. "I will leave you know brother. Until tomorrow night." The God turned and started to make his leave, stopping at the door to glance back at his brother. Kieron smiled and Shimshon smiled back sadly. He was not looking forward for tomorrow when he would kill his brother. "Do not hold back tomorrow brother. If you do I will be severely angry with you."
Shimshon could not handle it then and broke down into tears, running to his brother to give him a hug as he cried on his older brother's shoulders. Kieron's arms wrapped around his younger brother's frame and he whispered words of reassurance as his brother cried and even he too started to cry. "I will miss you brother… You have no idea…" Kieron only nodded and within the next moment he was gone to go off to the facility in the state over that is holding the Mystic prisoners of war to create his ray of hope.
End of flashback
Shimshon's tears fell from his face and landed into the salty waters below. Squaring his shoulders and drying his tears with the back of his hand Shimshon finished his story. "Your father created the Prophesy Kurt was born from and he, like many others, is all the part of this mission to ensure that if anything like this were ever to happen, that you, his heir, would be stopped."
"You… No… You lie… Why would he do that? Why would he make an heir only to damn him?"
"Because he, like I did, had hopes that you would keep from the path destined of a God and take his place as God of Darkness but you misunderstood the First Great War, you did not understand, nor even know about the origins of the Prophesy and most of all you failed everyone in this world with your anger and stupidity. In many ways you are much like your father, yet Doyle Sarver, you will always be half human, a quality your father never possessed." Sarver was about to retaliate when Shimshon interrupted. "But because of this nephew you have but one last chance… Change for the better nephew, it is not too late to come back on your path that was laid out for you. I can help you and teach you."
Sarver started to breathe heavily, his anger, confusion and so many other emotions rocking him to a point where he could no longer control his own body and thus his actions. He lunged forward with a loud cry of a raven. Shimshon sighs. "So it has to be like this…" The God of Light mutters to himself before his eyes turn bright and dangerous. His claws extend more and with one powerful thrust the God pushes his hand into his nephew's chest. Sarver gasped and blood spilled from his mouth and he could feel his uncle's clawed hands around his heart. Fear like Sarver never felt before caused him to start tearing up, his eyes becoming too moist that he could no longer see through them. Shimshon pulls Sarver close and whispers to him. "Would you, Doyle Sarver, son of the God of Darkness, my brother Kieron, would like anything to be done to balance out your misdeeds just as your father had done before you?"
Sarver gasped and his mouth twisted to a snarl. "No."
"Suit yourself… Nephew…" Shimshon closes his hand on Sarver's heart and the demigod's body tenses up so much it feels like a rock. As Sarver took his last dying breaths Shimshon pulled his hand out from his chest and watched as the body fell towards the ocean, his black wings disappearing as he died before the body hit the ocean and began to sink towards the sea floor. Shimshon sighed and closed his eyes, remembering the night he had killed his brother.
Flashback:
The fight was long and tiring but Kieron was fading fast. He was too weak and now his attacks were barely anything to the God of Light. He felt like crying again. As he looked into his brother's eyes, the red now faded to amber and now pleading with his younger brother to kill him. But Shimshon could not bring himself to do it. He would rather keep this fight on forever before killing his beloved brother. But then, Kieron did something in which Shimshon had no choice but to kill him. The God of Darkness lunged, his raven body flying towards him at fast speeds. Shimshon closed his eyes and pushed his claw deep into his brother's chest. Kieron cawed weakly and fell limp onto Shimshon's dove body. Shimshon held his brother to him and quickly floated down to the ground where they both shifted to their human forms while remaining in their same positions. "Brother…" Shimshon called out desperately. "I am so sorry for this…"
"No… Brother… I am thankful. Really I am."
"I am not."
"Do not let this… Affect you forever brother… I will always love you…"
"And I will always love you Kieron."
"Goodbye Shimshon…" Kieron whispered softly. "Live in peace."
Shimshon screamed as he closed his hand on his brother's heart and the God of Darkness died, at first slowly and then suddenly he was gone, a once immortal life gone. Shimshon yelled into the stormy night and the storm intensified as the God's anguish merged with the world's hopelessness. "Kieron!" Shimshon cried. "My brother! Why!" Shimshon slumped over and pulled his hand out and cried. He was so disgusted with himself that he could not move but just to cry. Shimshon did not know how long he cried but soon humans were upon him with their traps and weapons, stupidly challenging a God in a horrible mood. Shimshon dispatched them all quickly, never once releasing his brother's lifeless body. "Damn all of you!" Shimshon cursed at the impudent humans. "Damn you all!" Shimshon screamed once more and using his powers he disappeared into a bright ray of light, taking his brother with him.
End of flashback
*Chronicle of the Mystics*
On land the battle continued, no one knowing of the outcome of the battle between the two divine creatures. But soon everyone would know as Shimshon appeared in a bright ray of light. His presence alone stopped any fight as all stopped and stared at the God of Light. He looked around the Mystics and humans around him. Taking a deep breath he yelled out towards the masses. "My nephew, Doyle Sarver, is now dead!" There was mumbling among the Resistance. Shimshon soon continued. "This war is over! And the victors are the Alliance in my name!" The Alliance cheered as the Resistance without hesitation dropped their weapons.
Kurt walked up to the God, shifting back to his human form and nodding at the God, the God in turn nodded back. Kurt then looked out towards the masses. "All right, all the Resistance members need to turn yourself in peacefully. You will all be tried for your sins and punished accordingly. You will be given a chance to defend yourself and your life."
As Kurt continued and Alliance members quickly gathered the Resistance members, Shimshon looked out into the ocean. His heart was heavy and he took a calming breath. He walked to the shore and talking to no one in particular he said "My nephew strayed from his path, but there will be no salvation for his soul. He is your Realm brother. I apologize. I did all I could to save him from himself and welcome him into my Realm, just as I welcomed you in."
*Chronicle of the Mystics*
Hours had past and most of the Resistance members have been captured and locked up with magic repellent. Since there were no human fighters for the Resistance, for they were slaves, only Mystics were of the top concern and since it was a complete surrender, humans and Mystics of the Alliance found it easy to control their enemies. Shimshon oversaw the whole procedure, Kurt, his Fated One, led the operation, being swift and efficient. While this went on Blaine and his group of humans had walked down to the remains of the battle field. They were walking through the carnage that was being picked up by others when they all set eyes on the God of Light and Kurt not too far away from his God, following his every command and in turn the God slowly got to know more of the shifter and not just from what the Prophesy had foretold.
Lady Brooke picked up the edges of her dress and ran forward towards her husband and ex-mate. "Shimshon!" She called out to him, extremely elated as she ran into his arms.
"Brooke…" He whispered softly into her hair, kissing the top of his head afterwards. "Oh how I have missed you my Brooke…"
"And I missed you my God…" They pulled apart slightly to kiss. It was passionate and long since overdue as the love that the two had was once again being ignited like a wild flame in the woods.
Kurt grinned at the two and stopped what he was doing to join the two lovers by their sides. He bowed once after they broke apart, feeling his presence beside them. "I am glad you two are happily reunited. It was a shame that you had to spend so many years apart."
"Oh yes." Lady Brooke agreed nodding her head. "I have missed my husband…" She looked at him. "And I felt so loss without him and without our bond."
Shimshon chuckled gently and pecked her lips once more. "I will promise you that once we get things settled we will once again renew our bond and perhaps our marriage as well."
"Oh yes Shimshon!" She sounded happily, giggled as she jumped up and wrapped her arms around his neck. Kurt chuckled. She was so much shorter than him. The God himself was well over six and a half feet and Lady Brooke was just a mere five one, five one and a half if that. That reminded him of his own short lover…
Blaine…
The shifter turned to look straight into the eyes of his human lover. Blaine had thought the same thing and had joined Kurt by his side even though it had seemed that the shifter had actually not noticed him there. "Blaine…"
"Kurt…"
The two remained silent for a moment before they both spoke at the same time.
"Blaine I just want you to know—"
"Kurt I need to fully explain to you why—"
Kurt shook his head and urged Blaine to go first with a wave of his hand. Blaine shook his head and with a nod motioned to Kurt to go first as well with an added "You can go first."
"Blaine." Kurt said strongly. "Go first."
"Fine." Blaine sighed. "Kurt I need to explain to you why I did what I did. You see, I was captured during the first battle and was tortured to be a spy but I refused. So instead of killing me I, along with Quinn and Santana for they refused as well, became servants, slaves. And when they took over Dalton they burned down the mansion but not without ransacking it first. They took the rings and set up a trap for you to believe I was dead. Sarver thought you would lash out directly to him but you did not. You kept calm and stayed with your army and that made him angry. So instead he decided to further hurt you by forcing me to sleep with him by threatening to kill me. I would have much rather died Kurt but I knew that you were still alive and if you were to find out that I was alive only be killed by refusing to sleep with Sarver I knew you would be even more devastated. I just had to Kurt, for my life and for your sanity as strange as it may sound. It did not mean anything. I love you Kurt and I want to start over with you, I want to have a life with you. You are the only man I will ever love and that I can promise you Kurt."
Kurt was melted down to his core. He had never suspected Blaine to stop loving him but hearing those three words coming from his lips again made the shifter melt like butter on a hot pan. "Blaine…" Kurt had planned a speech, just as Blaine had, but instead the shifter could not contain himself and instead yelled out "I love you!" Kurt jumped into the human's arms and kissed his deeply; lavishing the time they have been apart though it was in no comparison to the generations apart the God of Light and Lady Brooke have been separated. Blaine kissed back just as eagerly.
Shimshon and Lady Brooke laughed at the two. Enjoying their reunion. "I am glad you two were able to literally kiss and make up." The God joked, pressing Lady Brooke's body closer to his.
The two broke apart from their kiss and blushed madly. "Thank you." The two said simultaneously as their hands intertwined together.
Lady Brooke nodded. "But there is still one last chapter of the Prophesy to be completed Kurt." The shifter's ears perked up and he detached himself from Blaine's side inching closer to the God and his soon-to-be-once-again mate. "It is a part of the Prophesy that was hidden away from the public and kept with me, in my heart." Brooke then began to recite the last bit of the Prophesy:
And so the Second Great War came to it pass that Light reigned over Darkness, the world has come full circle and shall once again know a time of piece. Man, woman, child, wither they be human or Mystic shall now live in harmony with one another has it once had before. And it came to pass that in Earth's final moment a hero will arise and he shall be granted with the greatest gift his kind would every receive, the ultimate gift, the Kiss of Ultimation.
Kurt gasped at the last three words and was frozen in place. The Kiss of Ultimation was by far the greatest gift any animal shifter may earn from the God himself. Shimshon stepped forward and closed the distance between he and the Fated One. "You have done well Fated One." Shimshon spoke just to Kurt. "You should be proud of yourself and what you have done. I know in my heart that Aislinn and her mate are proud of you." Kurt bowed down on the ground in the Mystic bow. "Rise Kurt Hummel." Shimshon said, revealing Kurt's true last name. Kurt was so surprised by the use of his real last name that for a moment he did not rise but Shimshon patiently waited. Once Kurt stood the God of Light raised one hand and placed it on the shifter's cheek. Bending down the divine being pressed his lips to the shifter's and the shifter gasped as he felt the power of the Kiss of Ultimation flow through his God to him. Kurt sighed and actually kissed the God back and closed his eyes until Shimshon pulled away, the process of the Kiss of Ultimation finally complete.
When Kurt opened his eyes he could see the world differently. It was brighter and clearer and more magical. Looking at his hands he realized that now he was glowing with a soft glow of a white light, the proof that he receive the gift from the God, a piece of proof that will remain with the shifter all through his long life. Kurt bowed again, this time just simply by the waist and thanked his God of Light for the gift. Shimshon merely shrugged the shifter off as he returned back to the side of his human female, his arm wrapping around her waist. Kurt turned to Blaine and grinned embarrassingly since he had just kissed another being in front of him. Blaine shrugged, understanding, and pulled the shifter close to him and kissing him on the lips to stake his claim on the shifter. "Kurt, love, you have never looked more beautiful." And it was true. Because of the Kiss of Ultimation, Kurt not only gained the power of all of his Mystic counterparts, but also became physically more beautiful, if that was even possible as Blaine had thought. The shifter kissed his human back and with one last giddy thought, he realized that he became the first shifter in the world to gain such a gift, the gift of pure love.
*Chronicle of the Mystics*
The carriages rolled around, one following another one, as a group of close friends traveled to their new home. After the war had ended many months ago Shimshon and Lady Brooke had renewed their bond as well as their marriage and decided that it was best to change their main home from the Brookenshon Castle to the one in Andorra, Shimshon's birthplace.
It had been decided that Finn and Rachel will marry in the human church in Andorra and invite all of their friends, including the God of Light and his wife, of course. Along the lines of engagement, Wesley had proposed to Miss Jones and the two were starting to plan their own wedding in the carriage that they traveled in, also planning to marry in the church in Andorra and even Mike and Tina were starting to talk about plans to get engaged as well. Lauren's and Puck's bond grew stronger as they finally started a Consort bond between the both of them, the Fafnir dragon as their loyal and faithful friend. The dragon was even given a name, Fuego, the Mystic word for fire. Quinn was no longer what she was before and instead was bettering herself by finishing her education to perhaps become a doctor or a lawyer for Mystics and humans alike.
Karofsky and his half breed merman have reconstituted their love and were now stronger than ever. In their carriage the two laughed and flirted with each other, catching up on all the years they had spent distant from each other while in the Camps. Though not all was well for between Santana, Brittany and Artie for there was a tangle of emotions that put the three at odds, except for perhaps Brittany who states that she is happy to have the both of them in her life. And finally we come to Blaine and Kurt who, as they sat upon the outside of their carriage, being pulled by a team of four horses being led by their good friend Scarlota at the front, their hands were intertwined together and though they did not talk it was not necessary for they both knew exactly what the other was thinking since they had formed an official bond between them.
Once they reached the end of their one combined continent, they were greeted with the Rainbow Bridge that brought together the one large land mass to the island off the coast , the island of Andorra. And why was it called the Rainbow Bridge? It was because of the magic it possessed. It shone like gold in the sun, like silver in the moonlight, and when anyone crossed the brain sprung to life in an array of light and musical notes. Since it was Blaine and Kurt at the front they were the first to cross the bridge and it started to dance with colors and sing. It was like a distant choir and in these sounds the Rainbow Bridge itself blessed its crossers before they entered Andorra. Kurt at one point jumped off the carriage and walked the ten mile long bridge himself, the bridge's blessing making his natural glow shine even brighter making Blaine smile with love at his mate.
Once inside of Andorra they crossed through the city there, also named Andorra, but the inhabitants that lived in the city actually called it nostre cor, meaning our heart in Mystic tongue. Kurt could hardly contain his excitement as he walked through the city, being greeted by all its inhabitants with joy and cheers. Andorra truly went nearly untouched by the Second Great War, and for that Kurt Hummel-Anderson was very happy. Kurt has heard so many stories, and had so many records dels avantpassats from Aislinn to know that even though the island seemed to be entirely nostre cor, it was predominantly agriculture and rural living just outside the boundaries of the city.
They reach the golden gates of the castle and in no time stopped before the grand front steps of the marble, silver and gold castle where the God of Light and Lady Brooke awaited for them all, Lady Brooke holding an old leather bound book. The group of friends from Ohio all stepped out of their respective carriages, Lauren and Puck merely stepping off the Fuego's back, and all joined Kurt as he bowed to the two. "Welcome all." Lady Brooke greeted with a curt nod. "I am all glad you could make it, and safely."
"We had no problems." Puck grinned.
"Of course!" Wes stated. "You two were flying! You could have gotten here in a day I bet!"
"Yes, if we would have flew all day and night." Lauren admitted.
"But who would want to get away from all of you?" Puck lightly joked.
Shimshon chuckled but then became quickly static as he looked at Sam. "Samuel Evans."
"Yes God of Light?" Sam asked, stepping forward.
"It is Shimshon to you my friend." Shimshon said before he got to business. "I just have a to tell you that you have visitors." Sam cocked his head in confusion. Shimshon smiled faintly and looked back behind him before jerking his head out towards the group. Form the open doors of the castle came running out two figures, a boy and a girl.
Sam's breath caught in his throat. "Stevie? Stacy?"
"Brother!" The two siblings called out.
"Stevie! Stacy!" Sam yelled as he ran to meet them in the middle, hugging his younger brother and sister close to him. "You're… You're alive! Thank the God!"
"You are welcome." Shimshon said quietly as to not disturb them. Karofsky joined Sam by his side and they all went through a time of happiness and introduction ending with all of them in one big hug. "And that is not all." Shimshon continued. He reached into his white robe and pulled out his hand slowly. In his open palm there was a yellow canary, Pavarotti.
"Pavarotti?" Blaine blinked and rubbed his eyes. The canary flew immediately to its master. "Pavarotti! But… But I thought he died in the fire."
Shimshon shook his head. "He did, but I decided to bend the rules a bit and bring him back. I could not leave such a pure and kind creature in my Realm of Light when it was not his time to go." Pavarotti flew to sit on Kurt's shoulder and the shifter rubbed the bird's underbelly gently.
"Thank you Shimshon." Kurt thanked looking up at the God.
"That's not all we have for you Kurt." Lady Brooke said gently. She closed the space between them and sighed heavily, holding the book tightly to her chest. "This is for you…" She handed Kurt the book gently as if she feared it would crumble into dust. Pavarotti flew back to Blaine and Kurt accepted the book and looked at the worn cover. He looked up in question to Lady Brooke. She smiled sadly, glancing at the book one last time before she answered his unspoken question. "It is a journal… A journal hand written by your great, great grandmother, Kurt. It was written by Aislinn Hummel before she died."
END OF CHAPTER! (15 pages in total! Whew!) Now it's time for the epilogue which will be THREE WHOLE PARTS each of the parts extremely long… Anyways I already have parts 1 and 2 done but I'm going to wait for a little bit before I upload part 1 so… PLEASE REVIEW IN THE MEANTIME! THE MORE REVIEWS THE FASTER I UPDATE THE EPILOGUE! Which, fair warning before part 1, as I wrote it I found it really touching and emotionally challenging (that's just me though) so be forewarned.
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