Fan Fiction

Ha, i got tired and lonely, so i types this huge story for no reason! PLs tell me what u think??
Dovestream’s Choice, A Warrior Cat’s story by Dovepaw

Prologue;
Moonlight shimmered around a stone lit cave where three cats sat, their fur bristling in the midnight wind. One of the three, a small black and white tom, looked up through a hole in the top of the cave.  He murmured to himself, then looked at his comrades. “Is it time, Pebbleheart?” asked a beautiful ginger she-cat, looking directly into the eyes of the black and white cat. Pebbleheart gave a nod of acceptance, and said, “Yes, Diamondshine. Strikepaw!”
He meowed to the last cat left, a big white she-cat. At once, the three cats looked up and moonlight hit a huge stone that was engraved into the floor of the cave. The rocks seemed to glow around them and make their fur seem whitish silver. Then, it stopped, and a small gray and white kit opened its eyes. The stone had disappeared, and the kit lay in the place of the rock. Her eyes were a strikingly river-like blue, and her paws were small. At that moment, Pebbleheart leaned down over the kit and said, “What is your name, kit?” The little kit let out a sneeze, looking back up. “I’m Dovekit.” She squealed in a kit’s voice. “Who are you?” Diamondshine let out a purr. “We are cats from Starclan. Do you know what that is?” Every clan kit should know who Starclan is, thought Pebbleheart. Dovekit recited out loud who Starclan was. “Starclan are our wise warrior ancestors. They give medicine cats prophecies in simple words, like leaf, or snow, right?” Strikepaw meowed. “That’s exactly it. Ah, I remember when I was a kit.” The overgrown apprentice let out a loud mew of a sigh. Pebbleheart interrupted them by coughing loudly. “We have a prophecy for you, Dovekit.” Dovekit wagged her tail, then stopped, dumbfounded. “Only medicine cats can-” She was interrupted by Strikepaw’s tail put over her mouth to silence her.”When the lion is king no longer, a new bond shall usher forth a cursed age and a change of leadership.” As soon as he finished his prophecy, his form started to fade into nothingness. Diamondshine was the next to disappear. Then, slowly, Strikepaw was gone too. “Wait! What do I do? What cursed age? When the lion is king? What does it mean?” Her mind a whirl of questions, Dovekit stared where Strikepaw had disappeared to. What did they mean? Am I destined to complete this prophecy?
Chapter 1; 
“Dovepaw! Wake up! Dovepaw” A paw prodded Dovepaw’s side as she opened her eyes. It was her mentor and close friend, Wavewind. She was a pretty brown tabby with white paws and emerald green eyes. She was also the nicest warrior in Thunderclan, in Dovepaw’s opinion. “Come on, sleepyhead! We have training to do. If it makes you feel any better, it’s fighting with the other two apprentices.” The other two apprentices were Cloverpaw and Berrypaw. Wolfpaw was an apprentice too, but he was becoming a warrior soon. So, the two cats trotted into the clearing where their own leader, Lionstar, was organizing patrols.” We need a border patrol out by the Shadowclan border. I’ve heard word that a few Shadowclan warriors were trying to steal Thunderclan prey yesterday, and now we need a patrol across our border.” He explained to the warriors surrounding him. Birchleaf, a big brown tabby tom, hissed. “Those Shadowclan cats had better stay off our land, or I’ll shred their fur!” Lionstar calmly flicked his tail, a signal for silence. Once everyone was quiet, he continued. “So, I want Wavewind to lead a patrol to the border.  Then, Birchleaf can lead a hunting patrol.” When he saw Birchleaf hiss, he added.”You know that leaf-bare is coming soon, so we need to stock up on prey.” Wavewind gave a calm mew to her leader. “Lionstar, I’m taking Dovepaw out to fight with me and Cloverpaw and Berrypaw. You’ll have to find someone else to lead a Shadowclan border patrol.”Lionstar nodded, signaling for his senior warriors to follow him. He led them up to his den in silence. Wavewind searched around for Birdfeather, Cloverpaw’s mentor, and Snowsong, Berrypaw’s mentor. She spotted them sunning themselves on the sunrocks. She hurried over, her apprentice at her heels. Dovepaw leaped in front of Wavewind and charged towards Snowsong and Birdfeather. Birdfeather is her aunt,thought Wavewind. And Snowsong is a close friend of hers. I wonder what it’s like to have a cat older than you as a close friend. Snowsong was the first to greet them. “Hello, Wavewind, hi Dovepaw.” She mewed in her usual friendly tone. Birdfeather purred when she saw Dovepaw. “We have a fighting session today, and I thought you both could come and bring your apprentices with you.” Snowsong nodded and so did Birdfeather. “I’ll be back, I’m gonna go get Berrypaw and Cloverpaw” and with that, Snowsong was gone.  When they reached the training hollow, the three mentors had decided to pit the apprentices against each other. Dovepaw was training with Berrypaw, and Cloverpaw sat back and watched. “Watch closely” Wavewind instructed the apprentices. She lashed her forepaw out at Snowsong, who ducked away and caught her belly with a hind paw. The brown and white she-cat rolled down the hollow, where she stopped. She lay there, unmoving. Snowsong snuck up to her and looked down on her opponent, looking victorious. Then, as Snowsong loomed over Dovepaw’s mentor, Wavewind, she kicked up with her hind legs, hitting Snowsong in the face and making her tumble backwards. It took Snowsong a minute to get back up, and when she did, she almost tumbled back down. “Now, you try. Dovepaw, do the move Wavewind just did.” Dovepaw crept up to Berrypaw and lashed out her paw. The white apprentice did exactly as Snowsong did, knocking her around the hollow. Then, when Berrypaw didn’t expect it, she reared back her paws, knocking the fluffy white cat down. “Good” purred Wavewind, flicking her tail across the gray apprentices’ ears.
When the training session finished, the six cats headed back to Thunderclan’s camp. The clan deputy, Flamefoot, was chatting with his mate, Nightmoon. Presently, Nightmoon had a litter of three kits, but only one survived. His name was Moonkit. Moonkit circled his mother’s paws. She was still talking to Flamefoot as he tugged on her tail lightly. Dovepaw purred as she remembered her kithood. Her mother, Goldensky, was always overprotective of her. Then, as she reminisced over kithood memories, the words of the Starclan cats rung in her head. When the lion is king no longer,a new bond shall usher forth a cursed age and a change of leadership.She hated that the prophecy had come to her and not the clan medicine cat, Wormtail. He was the cat of Thunderclan who could be given a prophecy, and could tell what it was soon after being told.  She thought in the deepest parts of her mind that she should tell Wormtail about the prophecy. He could tell her what it meant, and then she wouldn’t be holding it in any longer. She decided that she should tell Wormtail. She looked to see if anyone was in it before entering. The only cat in the Medicine cat den was Wormtail. He was a hairless tom, rare because both his mother and father had fur. He was chewing up leaves, wrinkling his nose at the taste. “Er- Wormtail, can I talk to you for a moment.” She asked as he looked up at her. He nodded, still chewing leaves as she continued.”I had a dream, as a kit. There were three cats, and one of them asked me if I knew what Starclan was. I told them, and then one of them said a prophecy. It was ‘When the lion is king no longer, a new bond shall usher forth a cursed age and a change of leadership.’ I didn’t know what to think, so I just came to you.” She stopped and stared at him for a moment. Wormtail stopped, narrowing his eyes in deep thought. Then, after a moment of silence, he said. ” I can’t interpret your own prophecy for you, Dovepaw, but you shouldn’t even have a prophecy, unless you’re a medicine cat or leader.” He finished, looking back down. “Just give it time, you’ll figure it out. But I suggest you don’t tell anyone. You don’t want panic going around. I don’t know how to heal that.” He purred at his joke. Dovepaw nodded, exiting the den. When she headed for the apprentices den, she was immediately tired. It was already close to nightfall, so she curled up in her nest, beside Berrypaw’s, and went to sleep.
In the morning, Dovepaw awoke, feeling a fresh wave of tiredness. She wished her mother let her sleep more, but Goldensky had told Dovepaw to find the ticks the elders had in their fur. She had to go to the medicine den and collect mouse bile, which killed ticks. Surprisingly, Wormtail didn’t ask about the prophecy when she asked for the stuff. He just gave it to her and said good luck. Now, she was on her way to the elders den. Dustytail was still asleep, and Velvettail was washing her paws as Dovepaw entered. “Why, hello Dovepaw. You look tired. Let me guess, someone put you on tick duty?” Asked Velvettail. “Yeah, Goldensky did. Do you have any ticks?” She asked, in a hurry to leave.  Velvettail shook her head no, and Dustytail mewed the word no. He was awake now. “Then what do I do with this?” she asked, pointing her left paw at the mouse bile on a stick. Dustytail flicked his ears. ” Wash it off in the river.” he suggested, ignoring her smart mouthed attitude. She just hissed slightly. Dovepaw hated being told what to do by someone who thinks they know better. Wavewind, her parents, the medicine cat and the deputy, were the only people she followed orders from. By the end of the day, Lionstar had called a clan meeting. All the cats of Thunderclan, including Moonkit, were sitting, waiting for Lionstar to appear from his den. Berrypaw leaned over to Dovepaw and said. “Do you know what this is about?” Dovepaw just shook her head no. She had sat in her nest most of the day, waiting for nighttime to roll around. Cloverpaw trotted up to them, hit tail waving. “I hear Wolfpaw is going to get his warrior name! He’s Dovepaw’s older brother, so I thought I should say it.” he paused, looking from one she-cat to another. “When will we ever get ours?” hissed Berrypaw. “We’ve been training forever!” Dovepaw bit back a jealous sigh. She wished she could have her warrior name, but every time she complained about it to Wavewind, she told her the same thing every time. “You have to work towards it, then you’ll get it!” A loud yowl sounded from above. The meeting had started. “Cats of Thunderclan” Meowed Lionstar, “I have joined together with you to give this cat his warrior name!” He flicked his tail towards Wolfpaw, who was a tail-length away. “I, Lionstar, call down on my warrior ancestors to look down on this apprentice. He has trained hard to understand the ways of your noble code, and I commend him to you as a warrior in turn. Wolfpaw.”He turned to look at the tall black apprentice. “Is it your wish to become a warrior of Thunderclan, and protect it with your life?”
The apprentice nodded, and Lionstar continued. “Very well. From this day forward, you shall be known as Wolfcloud. Starclan honors your wisdom and courage, and we welcome you as a full warrior of Thunderclan.”  As soon as he finished, the clan started to cheer. “Wolfcloud! Wolfcloud!” Even though Dovepaw was jealous, she still yowled along with her clanmates. She dreamed that someday soon her warrior name would come. Then people wouldn’t treat her like some dumb kit. She would be treated like any other warrior in the clan. Berrypaw echoed her thoughts aloud.
Wolfcloud is sleeping in the warrior den now, Thought Dovepaw as she silently watched Berrypaw and Cloverpaw walk into the den. She sighed. She kind of missed her brother being in the apprentices den. She liked to laugh whenever Berrypaw accidentally stepped on his long tail. He was the grouchiest apprentice yet, but everyone still missed him. Cloverpaw lied down, looking up at the moon from the mouth of the den. She saw him sigh as he said. “The gathering will be held tomorrow. Berrypaw, are you going?” He asked, turning to the white cat. She shook her head no, then looked at Dovepaw. “Yeah, I’m going.” Wavewind had told her that this morning, she would be going to the gathering tomorrow night. Cloverpaw mewed. “I am too. We’ll miss you while we’re gone, Berrypaw.” Dovepaw nodded to her clanmates. Then, she curled up, closed her eyes, and drifted into sleep.
Dovepaw was woken by the shrill yowling outside. It was still nighttime! Dovepaw scrambled out of her nest and headed into the clearing. There, she saw what looked like the whole of Shadowclan charging into the camp. The clan’s leader, Brackenstar, was heading towards Lionstar’s den, a look of shrill anger on his face. The yowling was Wolfcloud, who was tangled in a fight with Ribbontail, a Shadowclan warrior. She looked around for her mentor and spotted her in a fight with a cat she didn’t know. The cat was thin and had spiky fur with green eyes. The color of the cat’s fur was weird, greenish gray. She had blood running down her eye. Wavewind had a deep scratch that stretched from her shoulder to her paw. Both she-cats looked tuckered out, but neither gave up. Dovepaw watched as Wavewind was knocked down quickly, then the greenish cat turned to Dovepaw. Now’s your chance! You can prove yourself!
She thought as the ugly cat swiped at her. She missed, and Dovepaw clawed at her belly. She let out a shriek of pain and hissed as she scurried over to Lionstar’s den.They were all heading for Lionstar’s den now! Dovepaw thought of her leader as she bolted after the cats. Lionstar was brave, but not that brave. She spotted Flamefoot fending off the entrance as two cats leaped past him. Dovepaw leaped over him as well. But it was too late. There, laying on the floor in a pool of dark red blood, was Lionstar.
Chapter 2;
Dovepaw couldn’t believe it. Her leader was dead. She looked up. The cats inside the den were Brackenstar and the greenish cat. Brackenstar hissed, and the green cat just stared. “What did you do to Lionstar?” She hissed at the tabby brown Shadowclan leader. Brackenstar glared at her. “What does it look like we did, kit?” he jeered. The greenish cat slapped her tail over his mouth. “Shut up, Brackenheart.” She meowed in a dark tone. Brackenheart? But that’s Brackenstar’s warrior name! He’s a clan leader! ¨Why did you kill Lionstar? Did he do anything to you first?”she asked in an outraged hiss of a question. ¨I don´t need your talk! I used to be a clan leader, up until Snakestar here became our leader.” Dovepaw didn’t believe her ears. Snakestar? ¨But Starclan gave you nine lives! You can’t just throw them away like that!” Brackenstar, now Brackenheart, just snorted. Snakestar spoke up.”Listen, kit. Shadowclan has been put down one too many times. Itś about time we got our vengeance! So, I made a deal with Brackenstar. I told him that if I could become Shadowclanś leader, we would rule over all of this puny forest. We will start by killing all the other clan leaders, then we will be leaders of all clans!¨ Dovepaw thought Snakestar was scary already. She didn’t want her clan leader to die! Just then, in her head, she heard the words she knew well. When the lion is king no longer, a new bond will usher forth a cursed age and a change of leadership. Now she got it! When the lion is king no longer meant when Lionstar died. A new bond shall usher forth meant that Shadowclan would make a bond between them. A cursed age and a change of leadership meant Snakestar is now the leader of Shadowclan. Dovepaw had to stop this! As she made it up in her mind, Snakestar and Brackenheart both leaped over her and called out to the cats. ¨ Cats of Thunderclan and Shadowclan! I have news for you. We will join together and we will all be Shadowclan! I am your leader, Snakestar, and anyone who wants to question this, you come to me and me only!” Dovepaw snarled, but one look from Snakestar, and she was quiet. ¨What happened to Lionstar?¨ asked Birchleaf. ¨He wouldn’t like this!¨ Snakestar leaped down and landed on Birchleafś shoulders. The tom gave a mew of surprise as she pinned her claws to his neck. ¨Fool! He’s gone! Iḿ your leader now!¨Birchleaf just gulped, but didn’t say anything.¨Any more questions?¨ she asked, slightly calm. Nobody said anything, not even Wavewind. 
This is wrong, so wrong! We have to do something! But what?

The next day, Dovepaw decided to take a nap. Snakestar kept all the cats she thought would betray ¨Shadowclan¨ in a den to themselves all day. Dovepaw, Wavewind, Flamefoot, Nightmoon, and Moonkit were those cats. ¨So, you had a prophecy about this?¨ asked Flamefoot, who was listening to Dovepaw tell them about her prophecy. She nodded, feeling shame that she didn’t tell anyone. ¨Did Starclan tell you how we stop this madness?¨ asked Wavewind, licking the claw mark on her paw. ¨No, I didn’t have time to ask them.¨ She replied. Moonkit let out a little cry. ¨Mommy, when will we be out of this den? I want to go play!¨ Nightmoon swept her tail over her kit protectively. ¨You can play later. Right now, we must stay here.¨ Her blue eyes rested on Flamefoot. ¨You’re the clan deputy. If you can make it to the moonpool with Wormtail, you’ll be able to receive nine lives, and then you can challenge Snakestar for leadership of this clan. She cant say no then!¨ Flamefoot looked down for a moment. ¨Thatś a good idea. Weĺl need to get a hold of Wormtail somehow.¨he meowed. ¨How can we do that if weŕe trapped here?¨ asked Wavewind. Nightmoon looked at Dovepaw. ¨You could ask Starclan, Dovepaw!¨ She exclaimed! Dovepaw nodded, already tired, and lied down and closed her eyes.
Dovepaw opened her eyes. She was in the same cave as the dream! Slowly, she turned around. She was relieved when she saw the familiar pelt of the white cat from when she was a kit. ¨Greetings,Dovepaw¨ she said elegantly. ¨I suppose I don’t have to ask what brings you here. I already know. Good job on figuring out the prophecy!¨ There was amusement in her voice as she added. ¨By the way, iḿ Strikepaw. I was a Riverclan cat before I died in a flood. My mentor was Diamondshine, the cat you saw earlier with the ginger pelt. Also, Pebbleheart was the big tom. He was a windclan cat.¨ Dovepaw opened her jaws, but couldn’t say a word. ¨Well, If you wish to speak to Lionstar, here he is. Oh, Lionstar!¨ after Strikepaw said that, the huge golden tabby appeared. He looked younger and more fit than he was earlier. She stepped back and faded away. Lionstar purred when he saw Dovepaw. ¨So, I hear Snakestar has taken over, eh?¨ Dovepaw nodded, shame holding her heart. She tried to get there in time to save him, but she was too slow. ¨We don´t have to have Flamefoot travel to the Moonpool to receive his lives. Tell him to go to sleep.¨ and with that, Lionstar was wind. Dovepaw opened her eyes. She was back in the den, with Wavewind and the others. Nightmoon rushed over to her. ¨What did they say?¨ she asked in a frenzy. Dovepaw blinked. ¨They told me to tell Flamefoot to go to sleep. That he would receive his nine lives if he did.¨ Flamefoot gave a grim nod, and settled down beside Nightmoon. He closed his eyes, and was soon sleeping. Dovepaw heard a hiss from far away. It was Snakestar. She had Birchleaf by the throat and was slinging him around the camp.¨Traitor! How dare you try to kill me! I am your leader! What about that do you not understand.¨ It was a statement, not a question. Dovepaw looked at Birchleaf. He looked exactly like Lionstar did when he died. ¨Oh no,¨ whispered Wavewind. ¨Ḧeś dead.¨ she mumbled. The way Birchleaf acted, there was no way he could have avoided death. ¨Brackenheart! Bury this fool! He had no right at all!¨ she ordered.Dovepaw didn’t want to see any more. Instead, she turned away and looked at Flamefoot, who was just beginning to wake up. ¨What happened?¨ asked Dovepaw. Flamefoot opened his brown eyes and said. ¨Call me Flamestar now.¨ Wavewind let out a very quiet yowl of victory. So did everyone else. Flamestar came up to the mouth of the den, where her clanmates were forced to guard, and yowled. ¨Snakestar, I, Flamestar of Thunderclan, challenge you to a fight to see who will lead this clan!¨ Snakestar came up to Flamestar. Dovepaw held her breath for a moment. ¨Fine then, come out and fight me like a true leader.¨ she snarled, leading him out into the clearing. 
¨We start now!¨ she snarled. She leaped at him, claws unsheathed. She was able to slice his face a bit before he dodged most of her attack. He kicked back, sending her flying across the camp. She staggered back up instantly. She came over lightly and slowly and then knocked him over. She pinned him down by the neck. He couldn’t get up! Dovepaw couldn’t watch him lose! He was going to win no matter what! She was able to get out of the den and leap out at the Shadowclan leader. She sliced the green she-cats nose, and blood started oozing out. She gave a hiss, but she was getting choked. The cat who was choking her was Brackenheart! He leaped on her shoulders and gave a killing bite. The she-cat stopped moving now. She was dead. Dovepaw sighed. She wished everything could have gone better. Brackenheart got up and moved towards the cats watching. ¨Cats of the original Shadowclan, I am now your leader again. I’m sorry, I made a bad decision by making her leader. She is gone now, so now you must call me Brackenstar¨. All the Shadowclan cats cheered happily. 
¨Flamestar, I am truly sorry for all this madness. We owe Thunderclan a huge debt. Shadowclan is indebted to Thunderclan. It was me who made this mistake, so you do not have to forgive me.¨ Said Brackenstar chillingly. Flamestar just stared and said, ¨I cannot forgive you for the death of our former leader, but I can for your bad judgement. A way you can make it up to us, is by staying for a moment. Berrypaw, Cloverpaw, Dovepaw, come here you three!¨ All three apprentices made their way up to the front of the crowd. Flamestar leaped up onto highrock and yowled the clan meeting words. ¨I think this is it!¨ squealed Berrypaw in excitement. ¨I, Flamestar, leader of Thunderclan, call upon our warrior ancestors to look down on these apprentices. They have trained hard to learn the ways of your noble code, and I command them to you in turn. Cloverpaw.¨ He said, looking down on Cloverpaw. His dark gray fur shone with pride. His green eyes had pride spelled out in them. ¨Do you promise to uphold the warrior code and protect this clan with your life, all three of you?¨ Dovepaw felt so happy she could squeal. Berrypaw was first to say it ¨I do! Cloverpaw was next, ¨I do, and then there was Dovepawś ¨I do!¨ Then, by the powers of Starclan, I give you your warrior names. From this day forward, You shall be known as Clovereyes, Berryheart, and Dovestream!¨
Dovestream heard the chorus of cats cheering their names. ¨We did it! We became warriors!¨ meowed Clovereyes. ¨Yeah!¨ Said Dovestream and Berryheart at the same time. Dovestream thought deeply in her mind; I did it! I finally became a warrior.
Again, I was bored, dont judge meeee 😛

So, here we are back with another chapter of RoA! (Rise of Aeryn) Welcoming a few new characters, Fenri, Celeste, and Zeke! Hope you enjoy! <3

In The Forest

Ami’s POV, 4:55 P.M.

Ami leapt over the monster as her heart pounded in her chest. She ducked, dodged, and rolled, only to collapse as a demon’s claws raked her back. She trembled, feeling weak. She gritted her teeth. She couldn’t lose hope. There might still be a way… 

In The Forest

Fenri’s POV, 5:00 P.M.

             Fenri opened his eyes. Shrieks of monsters and demons had awoken him. He immediately got up as he saw a girl practically being shredded by monsters. He raced to the scene, snarling, his eyes emitting a faint orange glow as he sliced a demon with his claws in half, turning it into dust. Roughly thirty-nine more monsters turned to stare at him, eyes narrowing. Fenri smiled with a wide grin, trying to seem friendly, but it utterly failed, so he just growled,
     “Surprise.”

In The Forest

Fenri’s POV, 5:15 P.M.

             Fenri unleashed a volley of death. He sliced, cut, and pierced all thirty-eight monsters, except a young demon-girl. She backed away nervously. Fenri suddenly realized why. As he looked down, he was standing in a pile of monster dust and remains that disgusted him. He carefully picked his way out of the mess and came face-to-face with the demon girl. He bent down, and he glared at the demon. 
     “Why are you here?” He asked, his voice threateningly soft. The demon let loose a quiet, nervous laugh. 
“I-I… Aeryn said to ambush her..” Fenri looked at the collapsed girl behind the demon. She had stiffened when she heard Aeryn’s name. Perhaps… 
     “Scram before I rip you to shreds, like I did with the others.” He jerked his claws forward towards the girl’s face, and she yelped and scrambled away. 

In Fenri’s Camp

Ami’s POV, 8:30 P.M.

    Ami raised her head, and she groaned. The claw marks on her back throbbed, yet not as much as they had before. She rolled over and saw a teenager about the same age staring at her. She bit back a gasp and sat upright, jerking more pain from her scratches. 
     “Who are you?” She demanded. The teenager smiled, but it was a failed attempt to lighten the mood, as he was very intimidating.
“So…” Ami began awkwardly. “What am I doing here?”
     “Well,” The teenager mused, studying his unsheathed claws, “You were about to be trampled by a horde of monsters and a demon child. Well, literal demon child.” Ami couldn’t help but smile at that. Then the teen looked confused.
“What’s so amusing?”
     “Nothing,” Ami replied, swallowing a laugh. “It’s nothing.”
“Well, then,” The teen said, “I’ll introduce myself. I’m Fenri. I’m a weretiger, as you can see.” 
     “I’m Ami,” Ami replied. “I’m a werewolf.” Suddenly one of Ami’s wolf ears twitched as she picked up a sound. A voice, calling out. 

In The Forest…

Celeste’s POV, 8:30 P.M.

    “Hope? Hope!” Celeste called out, trembling. Hope, one of the little girls she’d been watching, had wandered out into the forest when she wasn’t watching, which was especially dangerous for her, since she was little and vulnerable. She was an easy target for a hungry demon or wolf. Celeste shifted her feet- well, hooves, nervously. She was as much exposed to monsters as Hope was, but Celeste had more of a chance to win a fight since she’s been trained to use her powers correctly. But for Hope…
     “Celeste!” A little girl’s voice cried. “H-help!” Celeste whipped around to see Hope struggling as she was stuck in brambles. Immediately worry flooded through her when she saw the faint black aura that was emitted from the unusually blue-colored brambles. Hope cried out as a thorn scraped her arm, and golden blood trickled from the scratch. The wound turned night-black, and Celeste. 
“No…” Celeste whispered. Celeste focused her attention on the brambles, and said,
     “Clear.” Celeste’s command was so strong, the brambles bent away from Celeste and Hope easily, coaxed by the magic. Hope whimpered as Celeste picked her up. Hope’s golden eyes began to dull, but Celeste whispered a few words into Hope’s ear and Hope’s eyes closed, but her face relaxed and Hope fell asleep, her head lolling. Celeste set Hope down gently against a tree and examined her. Hope’s white hair was tangled and dirty, and her once golden horn was dark grey and cracked. Hope had regular human skin, but not white, like all unicorns typically had, but even that was turning pale and becoming more and more white by the second. Frantically Celeste tried to heal Hope’s wounds, but the poor little girl’s scratches were already infected. Those brambles were most likely poisoned and infused with harming magic. 
     “Stay with me, Hope,” Celeste pleaded. “Just hang on.” Hope’s body suddenly began to jerk, and as her body spasmed, she let out a low, weak whimper, and fell limp. Her green dress was tattered and the blood flowing from Hope’s wounds had no life force behind it. Hope was dead, and there was nothing Celeste could do.

Two Days Later, At The Local Park…

Ace’s POV, 2:35 P.M.

    Ace studied Zephyr as she read a book. Her ice-blue eyes were alert and darting around, like she was anxious another piece of metal would come flying towards her and kill her. Zephyr suddenly glanced at Ace and saw them staring at her. Ace blushed with embarrassment and looked away.
     “Ace?” Drift asked as she walked up to them. “You okay?”
“I’m fine,” Ace insisted. “I just… need to think.” Drift’s face softened and she sat beside them.
     “What’s troubling you?”
“The incident that happened earlier… it seemed to really rattle Zephyr. Just look at her now.” Drift winced as she took an eyeful of Zephyr and looked away. Drift heaved a sigh.
     “Well, all we can do is help her now.” Drift spread her wings, and Ace got a mouthful of feathers. Ace pushed her wing away awkwardly and got to their feet.
“Careful, please.” Drift blushed and almost immediately stopped and grinned.
     “Hey! I forgot to mention. I learned a new trick.” Drift’s wings shrank, and instead of being small, they disappeared completely. Drift spread her arms.
“See? Isn’t that cool?” Ace couldn’t help but flash a smile.
     “Got to admit, yes, it is.” Drift’s eyes sparkled, as though pleased by the compliment. Why wouldn’t she be? Suddenly a scream shattered the peacefulness of the park, and a huge explosion blew up a statue and sent chunks of it flying everywhere. Ace backed away, eyes wide. Zephyr got to her feet, as though the explosion shook her back into who she originally was. A bow appeared in her hands out of nowhere, which kind of confused them, but Ace decided to let it slide. They’d need all the help they would get to deal with this.

At The Local Park

Zephyr’s POV, 2:38 P.M.

    Zephyr pulled an arrow from a quiver that had appeared on her back, aiming at the smoke coming towards them. It was dark blue, grey, and dark red, and blue-and-red flames burned, making metal, plastic, and concrete melt like ice-cream in the desert. Zephyr let go of the arrow, and it flew into the chaos, and a startled gasp indicated that she had hit something. Zephyr ran closer to see a man stumble out of the chaos. He had short blonde hair with green eyes, but the way his mouth was stitched shut and the wild, crazed look in his eyes as well as his huge, demon wings made it clear to her- he was inhumane, and he worked for Aeryn.

At The Local Park

Zephyr’s POV, 2:42 P.M.

    Zephyr backed up as the man pulled the arrow out of his wing. Blood flowed from the wound but it quickly closed, and the blood flow stopped. 
     “Where are you, elf?” The man bellowed. “I am Zeke, lieutenant of Aeryn, his partner in war! I’d hoped I killed all of your elvish scum!” A sword appeared in his hand. Zephyr was confused. Why was he calling her an elf? Suddenly Zeke spotted her and threw his sword. Zephyr ducked and rolled, but Zeke took out a pistol. He fired, and Zephyr’s world went black as she got hit. The last thing she heard before sinking into a deep unconsciousness was Drift’s terrified scream.

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