KurukVile wasn't fully better, but he was up and walking around, although with a serious limp. His physician had assured him a full recovery, he'd walk with a limp for a short while as the muscle had been severed fully on that one leg but he had not lost any weight and was in excellent health. He had had a fertility test done on him and his insides checked thoroughly, he was perfectly fine and working as he should be inside, his temperature was a bit unstable and that was all. His physician was keeping his eye on that. His daughter and wife had acted as bedside nurses, his two son's had set up a security system which would zap any being that came into their camp whether innocent or not, Master Vile and TazirVile were the main ones heading out on hunting expeditions, looking for Angel and for food for the the table, from time to time DuruVile would join in. Between the three they brought back on the first night a large elephant, the meat wasn't very tasty but it sustained them. The day after Master Vile and TazirVile brought back a Zebra each, the meat from that one had tasted much better.
He had brought out his own security, around his wrist was a thin silver chain which was connected to a small whistle. Walking around him, or sitting, were his remaining Veline Hounds and his pack of eight Vecans, the Veline Hounds were good hunting dogs but the Vecans were a fearsome sight, even more so than the Veline's. The Vecan's were about four feet at the shoulders, gray in color with warts on their front legs, fused together back limbs and had a gruesome set of back spines which sprang up from their backs for a full twenty-four inches, their muzzles had a great set of teeth showing, no flesh held them in or hid them, and their claws were nice and long and sharp. The one Veline near him, the one that had been so injured some months ago, shivered when one of the male Vecan's came near her, KurukVile stroked her head and sent the Vecan Hound off. The Veline near him would never hunt again and thus, she was just a pet now. She was in heat and he had intentions to breed her, but at the moment it wasn't time. He still had his granddaughter to help capture and his own oldest, and now fully disowned, daughter to take care of.
"Honey, aren't you hot out here?" Irka walked up and placed her hands on his shoulders.
"No love." KurukVile answered, he stretched his hand up and touched her chin gently.
"What are you doing out here, such a fine man like yourself shouldn't be plain sitting around." Irka nuzzled him.
"Getting ready," KurukVile replied.
"Getting ready for what Kuru-Boo?" Irka used his childhood name as a tease now, he turned back and gave her a strange look which made her giggle.
"A fight, Irka." KurukVile said after turning back around in his chair. "It's coming."
Irka walked back to her and her husband's ship shaken up a bit, she was concerned for her husband greatly and was wondering if the fever had made something spark out of control in his brain. When she walked up to her youngest son she found him walking around nervously, constantly checking over his shoulder. Her daughter was acting the same way, she saw from a distance. It hit the fan for her when she saw her oldest son, Master Vile, walk out of his ship wearing nothing but his pants, his sword out of its sheath. She couldn't take it anymore, she ran to her and her husband's ship and collected her weapons, she hesitated when she saw her youngest son and daughter's weapons hanging on their hooks then took them, she grabbed several flesh-burning whips then headed out. She handed the weapons out then stepped up beside her husband, she noticed that the Veline Hound that had been at his side had been sent back to her crate in their ship. KurukVile accepted the two weapons then sat back, his eyes staring out at the desert.
TazirVile had his sword, the one that was transparent with water that had gold dusting floating around in it which had a gold grip with a rube and aquamarine gem on either side of the guards, DuruVile had his long dark red bladed sword with a silver grip and Cyla had her double-bladed sword that's blades were a pretty aquamarine with a full gold grip. EshalVile, they could hear, was crying from within her father's ship. A servant was trying to usher her away from the happenings outside and she was having a time because the child would not listen and obey.
Angel heard the crying child and she made a memo not to head for the ship, beside her stood Dione with her sword and alongside her was her daughter, Perniceie with Azura beside her. Atlas had scrounged up a hundred well armed men for battle, he looked nervous and Angel found herself concerned over it. She stepped away from Dione and went to Atlas, he nodded his head when he saw her and looked away, she noticed that his pupils were large, his body was shaking slightly. She was confused by the man, she couldn't remember a thing of the past few months. When she had walked up to him after taking a walk with Dione for an hour and a half, listening to Dione explain her feelings about her father and comforting Dione when she had broken down in tears, he had turned away from her and walked away. The three women that were in his harem would give her some concerned and confused looks but they hadn't spoken to her any. Hannibal and Julius wouldn't speak to her at all, and neither would Claudia. It was like they were very nervous around her, as soon as she was around they'd sneak away. Even the rangers noticed and voiced this. Lieutenant Rollins took her to the side after plans had been drawn up to attack the camp of her father's and had asked her if she was alright. Although she had answered him by saying that she was fine the truth was she didn't know. Whenever she tried to think back, try to discover what had been going on the last few months, she would get a major headache and would near black out.
"Something wrong, Atlas?" Angel asked. "You look a bit pale, buddy."
"I's fahn." Atlas walked off.
"Is it because your horse isn't up to par?" Angel looked at his sleek gray stallion. "I can transform into a much faster horse to suit you."
"That's a good idea," Helen walked up. "She can make you a much better fighter, honey."
"I's no shor of dat." Atlas looked off in the distance, his chest was shaking now.
Angel stepped back and transformed, she was enveloped in a red energy and a energized wind blew from her as she transformed. When she took a step into the desert she was now not human. She was a sleek and well toned mare. Her coat color was a dull white in color, her muzzle was pink, her hooves were black and her tail reached down to the ground. She swished her tail and craned her neck, her emerald-green eyes stared out at Atlas. Atlas walked forward and started running his hands over her.
"Good hoss heh!" Atlas admired her horse form. "Good weet an' heht!" he ran his hand down her forelegs. "Good leg!" he then ran his hand over her back then under her belly. "Good, strong back!" he ran his hands down her hind legs then slapped her rump which made her jump to the side and snort, her ears swept back almost against her head. "Meh siddle! Wey meh siddle and breedle?"
His sleek gray stallion was eying her as he was untacked of Atlas' saddle and bridle. The saddle was mainly cloth but had a leather pad with a cinch. When Atlas placed it on her back she swept her ears back so she could hear him. When he started to pull the cinch up she snorted and stomped her left front leg, he pushed her gently when she held air in then tightened the cinch more. When it was fully tight he left her and grabbed the bridle. The bridle was red with a silver bit and red and gold tassels hanging down from the browband. When Atlas approached her with the bridle she swept her ears back and held them firmly against her head. That bit, it was a double one with a chain underneath. She had seen bits like this before, in the hands of an experienced rider the bit was fine but in the hands of an inexperienced rider the bit could mean discomfort and pain. When Atlas walked up to her she shoved her head forward and bared her teeth, Atlas jumped back.
"La! No, yeh behave! Yeh behave like yeh shud!" Atlas chided her. "Be like yeh good sef, yeh be meh gal, yeh rember dat."
"What?" Angel asked, she blinked her eyes once.
"Atlas!" Dione shouted. "Hurry up and saddle that horse, we have a battle to win and you're holding us up!"
She let him place the bridle on, reluctantly. He straightened out the tassels and did something she wasn't expecting, he kissed her before mounting up. There was something definitely not right, when he nudged her forward she walked but she did so with a head that was being tossed from side to side. He tail flapped up high then swung from side to side, she picked her legs up high. When Atlas pulled her to a stop she was standing directly on the dune that stood overlooking her father's camp. Atlas' men walked up beside her, when she felt Atlas' hand push her mane back she couldn't take it anymore, she hated not knowing what was happening. She had a feeling something had been tampered with in her head, something was being repressed. Tossed her head up high, she screamed then raised up on her trim legs and pawed at the air. Her father saw this and ran to his ship, he mounted Ayut Hazem quickly and headed out. KurukVile mounted his gigantic gray stallion, TazirVile mounted and sent out at a trot his copper colored stallion that had Bend Or spots on his flanks and withers. DuruVile stayed back, he pulled his sword from its sheath and readied himself.
"Angel! Yeh creezy gal stop it!" Atlas slapped her muzzle gently and she dropped down from her rear.
"Atlas, you and I need to talk." Angel sent back through the reins, an ability she knew how to use well. "Loosen the bit please so I can speak vocally."
"What is it?" Atlas asked her, he leaned down slightly.
"I've had my brain tampered with, I know it. I feel it." Angel said vocally. "Was Dione telling the truth? I was raped by my father."
Atlas was silent, he looked out at the three magnificent animals trotting out to meet him and his unit. Each rider sat confident in their saddles, each with swords, KurukVile had a coiled whip hanging from the saddlehorn on the saddle that he had placed on his horse, and each with their own brand of magic. He was afraid to answer, below him was his mate, a member of his harem, yet he couldn't answer her questions. He had been silenced fully by Dione on pain of punishment, he surely didn't want himself, Angel or Helen harmed, or any of his people for that matter and definitely he did not want his children harmed either.
"I no no what yeh talkin' bout." Atlas replied.
"Was it the truth?" Angel pulled her head back and looked Atlas in the eye, he looked away and she nodded her head then looked forward.
Dione threw the first blow, a sonic blast of white that landed right behind her father's horse. KurukVile roared and sent a fire blast and a fire explosion at her which she was only able to dodge by the skim of her teeth. Master Vile kicked Ayut Hazem into a full blown run and cut the distance between him and Atlas quickly. Angel rose up on her trim legs when his horse struck her, Atlas yelled out in pain and almost fell from her. She took off with him hanging on by the stirrup, her ears were fully back. TazirVile and DuruVile took care of the men in Atlas' unit, Hannibal and Julius ran off when they heard their father yell out for them to retreat, they took Helen with them. A white energy blast struck the sand near her then she was enveloped in a red square that made her almost suspended in air. When the red square was dropped she turned around, her father was right behind her, having dismounted.
"You have someone that belongs to me my fine little man." Master Vile charged forward and ripped Atlas completely away from her.
Angel watched in disbelief as Atlas was kicked, punched, stomped on and thrown. His face was broken, he was bleeding in several areas, his stomach was bleeding from a wound inflicted by her father's sword. Master Vile only backed off when Atlas threw a bomb which exploded in purple smoke. Angel took a step forward then transformed from a horse to a dragon. Her body was fully white, her eyes shone like little emerald colored marbles. With a jump she flew up in the air, she pulled up, flapped her wings once then dove. Master Vile had Atlas in a waist hug, he was breaking Atlas' ribs, Atlas was flailing his arms, trying in vain to get loose and to strike her father. She grabbed Atlas by the shoulders with her taloned front legs and lifted him up, her father flew with them for a few feet then he fell to the ground.
"I remember now!" Angel called down when she saw Atlas looking up at her. "Dione swiped my memory and made a lie. She hurt my grandfather or something. I can't remember much after that."
She set Atlas down near Helen, Julius and Hannibal. He collapsed in their arms, she nuzzled him and he smoothed the white crests back on her head. She raised up on her back legs and transformed from her dragon form to that of her Pegasus form, all white with black hooves and emerald-green eyes. Atlas wished her luck and requested that as soon as she was done to return to him, she said she would then flew off. She flapped her wings hard, making herself go faster, when she got back to the fight she saw that Atlas' men were overwhelmed, many were on the ground begging for mercy. Seeing as she couldn't let them be in that situation, Angel transformed back to her dragon form and dove down. In one swoop she collected twenty men, she carried them back to Atlas then returned for more. She went back twice more afterwards, in total she collected eighty men, the other twenty were gone. When she returned she found Dione facing her father and grandfather, Perniceie and Azura were facing off, and being badly beaten back, by Irka, Cyla and Dara Dara. A yell made her turn around fully, DuruVile leaped out of no where onto her back and grabbed her head crests.
"Hey! Get off of my back!" Angel yelled back.
She felt great pain as her great-grandfather electrocuted her with a series of lightning bolts then set her on fire by placing his hand on her neck. She finally shook him off by dropped to the sand and rolling. He had just rolled over and was about to stand when she stomped her taloned forefoot on him. His head and arms were sticking out from between her dragon fingers, he had a mean look to his eyes that she didn't like.
"Look here old man I have beefs to deal with all of you but at the moment I have that Dione to deal with." Angel released her great-grandfather. "Out of my way!"
She walked past her great-grandfather, transforming all the while to her true form. When she stepped up to the dune that her father and grandfather had last been seen fighting Dione at she found it vacant. She ran over it and found them, Dione had knocked her father out, he lay on his stomach, a puddle of blood oozing from the side of his head from a blow he had received from the pommel of her sword. Her father had lost his sword, he was now fighting her with his hands. She would swing her sword, he'd duck then charge and grab and throw her. He had scratch marks on his face and a large gash on his chest which was deep. As Angel watched, Dione swung her arm and tried to end the fight, her sword enveloped in a purple energy. Master Vile jumped out of the way then kicked the sword out of Dione's hand. It landed right in front of Angel, who picked it up.
"You took my sister from me!" Dione yelled at her brother.
"Obviously I killed the wrong sister!" Master Vile charged.
Dione wrapped her legs around Master Vile's waist when he ran into her, she swiped at him in the face, chest and stomach, he acted as if he didn't feel a thing and that scared her. There was searing pain as she felt him bite into her shoulder then rip back and spit out the chunk of flesh he had taken with him. She kicked and punched, he shook his head then grabbed her face with his hand. He slammed her down to the ground and forced her head down to the side. She struggled, she sent energy blast after energy blast, and sonic blast after sonic blast, out from her hands and feet but they were no use since she was trapped underneath her brother's immense weight. She was only released when she grabbed her brother's shoulders and electrocuted him with a pink energy. He flopped to the side then was picked up and hurled over the dune and pulled over the sand by that same pink energy strand that his sister had caught him unprepared with. He felt his flesh tearing and burning.
"Release your hold, being of evil!" he heard suddenly. "Strand of energy return to your master, wrap around her and return your feelings."
Angel had seen enough, she was standing with her legs spread, her grandfather between them. The pink energy strand surrounded Dione and electrocuted her then hurled her over the dune and started dragging her. When it released Dione found herself again facing her brother, who had his wand in his hand. Master Vile's wand was yellow in color with a round tip and two side projections on the top of bottom. He said nothing, he sent a red energy strand from his wand. Dione sent a white energy strand which caught up against the red energy from the wand, it exploded. Angel ran up the dune then walked over, when another strand, this time black, came from her father's wand Dione sent a purple. Dione's energy strand exploded and sent her flying back, she was cut all over, had blood flowing from the corners of her mouth and she was bleeding near the waist.
"Angel!" Dione exclaimed when she saw her. "Help me! He killed my sister! He raped you, he's destroyed your way of life!"
"Hello Dione and no I won't help you." Angel walked up and stood beside her father who looked at her once. "I'm not helping a crazy person. A liar."
"I've been helping you this whole time and you are going to betray me!" Dione tossed an energy ball at Angel which Angel caught and sent back wrapped in an air ball.
"You've been trying to make me into you." Angel replied. "I won't allow for it, I'm not that crazy or stupid."
"You bitch!" Dione threw a large white energy ball which Angel caught and sent back then sent a water blast that had ice hidden inside at Dione. Dione was thrown back against the sand by the latter blast.
Angel attacked Dione with air funnels, air balls, sand blasts, sand swipes, water blasts and funnels, waves of water and sand, she breathed fire and made fire shoot from her eyes and mouth at the same time, she transformed into animals with large and sharp teeth and charged at Dione, biting Dione in several places before backing off. The final attack that she gave off, the final attack before she couldn't send anymore attacks, was a large sand and fire combo that made the sand around Dione drop, Dione flew into the air like a ragdoll then slammed down into the hole that Angel had just made. Angel, with her father and grandfather who had just ran up after regaining conciousness following her, slid down into the hole in the sand and walked over to Dione.
"Angel... you're my great-great granddaughter." Dione held her hands up, she pleaded and begged. "Please, don't do this. Please. I beg you!"
"Is the enemy of my enemy my friend..." Angel transformed into a dragon above Dione. "or my enemy?"
She breathed fire on Dione, first red then blue then white, Dione screamed three times then became silent. There was an explosion then the flames flew back, Angel was blasted back by her attack to the walls of the hole she was in, her head struck a rock. She floated between conscious and unconsciousness, when she blinked her eyes she couldn't believe what she was seeing. Azura and Perniceie were standing at the edge of the hole, Dione was being held up between them. She blinked her eyes again and they began to fade, after the fifth blink they were gone. She fell back against the sand, now fully exhausted and now fully drained of all of her powers.
