Me: Wow, I have not touched this one in a very long time. :/ Sorry! I promise I will update again! D: I only own Lyra and Lance. Everyone else belongs to Artix Entertainment, I just jump the fence and play in the sand box.
Lance growled as he blocked each blow from Wolfwing. The image of Lyra was in his mind and it fueled his fury. He wanted her back and he wasn't going to give up fighting until he did. Without realizing it, Lance let through the power that he hadn't used in a long time. Wolfwing roared in agony as his fur smoked. Lance crinkled his nose at the smell of burning fur. Lance placed his foot on Wolfwing's chest and pointed his staff at the hybrid's face.
"Now where is Lyra?!" Lance demanded. His eyes were burning red now. Wolfwing whimpered.
"The Chaos...Gate..." He breathed before passing out. Lance contemplated whether to put Wolfwing out of his misery and he was tempted to, but he decided that Shadowslayer Z can do that. Now, Lance had a new task ahead of him. The blonde mage just turned and dashed down the bridge and out of the Chaos Cave.
"He's all yours Z!" He called over his shoulder.
"Where are you going?!" She called back.
"I'm going to get Lyra!"
Drakath couldn't have been more pleased. Now, the greatest heroine and his greatest foe was now his. He didn't have to worry now about losing his grasp on Lore because of her, because now, she served him. He could sense that the twins were slightly jealous of Lyra being so close to him, but Drakath merely ignored it. He had his eye set on Lyra for a long time, in fact ever since he met her, he had to hold himself back...
Drakath smirked in glee as he watched from the shadows as the war between good and evil raged on. King Alteon and Sepulchure were fighting for control. Drakath could see that Alteon and the power of good was a great deal weaker then the power of evil. However, a moving figure that was weaving through the army of undead. It was a young woman of about twenty. She was clad in the armor of a warrior and wielding a simple one handed sword. Drakath, still hidden in the shadows watched the woman with interest. Her hair that was free and trailing behind her was a rich dark reddish brown. Her skin was fair and pale as ivory. She turned to gaze behind her and Drakath saw her eyes. A shade of dark purple were her irises and her gaze held a fierce determination to protect. The warrior turned back and dashed for the castle.
Drakath smirked as he remembered fondly when he set eyes on Lyra. He knew then that he wanted her. He wanted to have her by his side. However, it would have been easier if she had chosen to side with evil rather then good, but that was a minor detail. If one knows what strings to pull, Good can bend just as easily as evil.
"Drakath?" He looked to see that Lyra was standing before his throne. He couldn't see her face, but he could tell that she was confused.
"Sorry, I was just thinking."
"About what?" She sounded genuinely curious. Drakath smirked.
"About when I first saw you." He confessed. Lyra was silent and Drakath lifted an eyebrow. Using his power, he peered into her mind to find that a small flicker of light was there. It was weak, but it was there and it was slowly growing stronger. Drakath growled. Lyra was fighting back against his hold. By the rate of things, it seemed that she was growing in power. Drakath didn't have stood and summoned the orb to look in on Wolfwing. To his surprise and annoyance, Lance had defeated him and was now running out of the cave.
"Damn, that hero doesn't know when to quit." He muttered. The twins appeared.
"Why don't you just destroy him yourself, Master?" Xing asked. Drakath grunted.
"As much as I would like to wipe out that little hero, his time isn't yet." His frown turned into a sly grin.
"However, I wonder how he will fair if he has to face his friend in battle."