Fan Fiction

Sorry for the wait everybody, but I just got done typing it I hope you like it;
CHAPTER 3 of Dark blazes;
Cloudpaw still lay there, trembling, as Dovestar spoke. “”Cloudpaw, what happened to Leafsky?” she asked calmly, hoping her words had soothed the small tom. Cloudpaw looked up at her and gave a steady wail. “She g-got caught b- by…” Dovestar wished the tom would quit being so shy about it and spit it out.  Cloudpaw suddenly gave a loud yowl “A fox caught her!” and sank down to the ground again. Dovestar sighed. Leafsky was one of the kindest cats Fluffclan had ever had. She would be a terrible loss to the clan. She stroked her tail across Cloudpaw’s shoulders. Then, she turned to Asterstorm. “Do you know where her body is?” Asterstorm shook her head.  “We just saw the fox catch her when she went to catch prey alone, and then it grabbed her by the neck, and dragged her away. There was nothing we could do…” Her voice seemed to fade as the wind tugged at her fur.
That evening, a vigil was held for Leafsky. The whole clan seemed to grieve for her as everyone settled down beside a stone that Cloudpaw carved the word “Leaf” into. Cloudpaw wailed, digging his muzzle into the side of the stone. Dovestar sighed. She had never seen the white apprentice like this. His green eyes sadly rested on the rock, and he smiled, as if remembering old times. Viperfrost let out a sad sigh, and Plumeflake started. Oh, Leafsky, how could you leave us? She felt ashamed. If she had kept Leafsky in camp, then maybe she would have lived, sitting here with her clanmates, enjoying a fresh mouse.
That night, as Dovestar lied down she heard raindrops hit the night grass. So, even Staclan is weeping for her though,  she thought,laying her head down on her paws. The night was rolling slowly, and Dovestar was finding it hard to sleep. The dark night seemed to have no end as she got up and sat in the middle of the clearing. Moonlight shimmered over her fur as she lay down in the middle of the grass and spotted her deputy coming towards her. Willowfrost purred, settling down beside her. “So, what’s keeping you up lately?” she asked, looking at her leader.  Dovestar just sighed a reply. “Well, I’m just a bit traumatized by Cheetahstar’s death, that’s all.” Dovestar recalled the last words of the dying ginger cat.  Dovestream, cats of Fluffclan, you must protect the borders. You never know what the other clans are planning. She could remember every word of the former leader. 
The next morning, Bramblefire padded quickly towards Dovestar. te seemed in a rush. “Hello, Bramb” meowed Dovestar, bowing her head to her former mentor. Te had a look of importance on tier face. “Whats wrong?” She asked, searching tis face for an answer. Tey shook tier head, saying. “Well, Cloudpaw doesn’t want to train today. And you must appoint him a new mentor.” The thought slipped Dovestar’s mind. “Haha, Ill get to that now, sorry.” She hoped that her clan hadn’t lost faith in her. She climbed on to highrock and yowled. All the cats gathered below. 

Sad backstory check- but still, poor Zephyr. 🙁

Ami’s POV, 2:00 A.M.

    Ami sat up in the bed Fenri had provided for her. She couldn’t sleep, one reason because of her injury and another because she just couldn’t sleep. She lightly got up from the bed and walked towards the forest. A stroll wouldn’t hurt. 

In The Forest

Fin’s POV, 2:00 A.M.

    Fin heard quiet sobbing. She froze, and listened further. The quiet sobbing continued, and Fin could make out a voice whisper, 
     “I hope you’re in a better place now, Hope…” Fin carefully picked her way carefully towards the noise. She peeked behind a tree and saw a girl, about 14. Fin walked up to her and sat down next to her. 
“I know the feeling.” The girl scrambled back in alarm, and Fin could identify her as a unicorn. 
     “D-Did you hear anything?” The girl demanded. Fin stared at her.
“Only your sobbing and apology, yes.” The girl exhaled with relief, and she tried to put a brave smile on her face.
     “I’m Celeste. You?” Fin suddenly felt her heart seem to crack as she realized what was happening. She sighed and spoke.
“I’m Fin.”
     “Well then, Fin,” Celeste said, wiping her tears, “Do you know where to go?”
“That’s the issue,” Fin replied. “I have no idea where the heck I am.”

    The Local Park

         Drift’s POV, 2:42 P.M.

    “Zephyr!” Drift screamed. Ace had frozen to place, their eyes wide with shock and horror. Zeke lowered the pistol, and it crumbled to dust. Zeke smirked. Well, as best as he could with his stitched-up mouth. He then spoke with his spirit. 
     “There we go. Now, finally, no interruptions!” Zeke spread his wings and flew away. Drift raced to her friend, leaning over her.
     “Zephyr?” Drift whispered hoarsely. Suddenly she was confused. Where was the blood? And why was Zephyr holding something? She gently opened up Zephyr’s hand, and to her shock, a bullet shell was in there. Somehow Zephyr had managed to catch the bullet, but the impact must’ve knocked her unconscious. Drift released the breath she’d been holding and tried to shake Zephyr awake. 

The Local Park    

Artemis’s POV, 2:45 P.M.

    Artemis’s heart seemed to drop when she had heard the explosion. She unsheathed her claws and shifted into her kitsune form, racing towards the explosion. She leapt over monsters and demons, and she was astonished at how many there were packed together, ready to attack. Suddenly she heard a voice bellowing commands- well, no, not a voice, but seemingly a spirit talking for someone. She gritted her teeth as the realization came to her. Zeke was invading the town. She slowed down as she reached the edge of the explosion. It was dark blue, grey, and dark red, and blue-and-red flames burned. She launched herself in the havoc to come face-to-face with something that made her stop dead.
     “No…” Artemis murmured. “No- it can’t be.”
“Yes, it can be.” Zeke’s spirit-voice replied. Artermis whipped around and came face-to-face with Zeke himself. Zeke’s spirit voice heaved a sigh.
     “Well, then, I suppose we could do this the old-fashioned way.” In Zeke’s hand appeared an iron sword with ancient markings on it. Artemis clenched her teeth as she realized what the markings meant. That just means I have to be careful. Artemis smiled. More careful than normal, I suppose. She lunged towards Zeke and met his strike with her claws, careful not to cut herself on the blade, or else she’d be toast. Suddenly, as she was leaping over Zeke, he managed to cut her. It was a small scratch, really; but her body froze up and she fell onto the ground, her body refusing to move other than her mouth. Zeke raised his sword for the kill, smiling.
     “It’s over, hero.” Suddenly an arrow sprouted from his neck and he collapsed. Artemis could only watch with shock as a black-haired girl lowered her bow triumphantly.
 “He was annoying,” She mused. “Trying to kill innocent people and all that.” Artemis just stared as the girl neared.
     “Hey, you alright?” The girl asked.
“Do I look alright?” Artemis demanded. The girl’s eyes twinkled, her voice dripping with warm amusement.
     “Thought it’d be polite to ask. Fiona, get your butt over here!” 

The Local Park

 Fiona’s POV, 3:10 P.M.

    After Fiona had broken Zeke’s spell, she unfroze the girl who turned out to be named Artemis. She was apparently trying to duel Zeke, but obviously failed; but Zephyr had come in just in time. This loss would cripple Aeryn, since Zeke was his number one general. But something just didn’t seem right… 

    “Fiona!” Zephyr called. “Can you look at this?” Fiona appeared beside Zephyr, who was staring down at Zeke’s sword. Fiona picked up the sword and studied the markings on its dark grey blade. 
     “Hm… these markings resemble a curse- well, curses,” Fiona mused. “Artemis is now free of these curses, because I, say, uncursed her.” Artemis was staring at her feet, yet said nothing. 
     “Hm. I suppose we could-”
“No.” Artemis growled, lifting her head, silvery-blue eyes flaring. Interrupting Fiona which seemed totally out of character for her, considering her shyness just a few moments ago. Fiona stared at Artemis before exchanging a wary glance with Zephyr. 
     “So…” Fiona said, shuffling her feet, eyes starting to twinkle, “What else can you do?” 

In The Forest

Artemis’s POV, 4:45 P.M.

    Artemis tensed her muscles. 
“You ready?” Drift called. “Remember, these souls are being controlled by me. Just tell me when you get overwhelmed.” That won’t happen, Artemis thought, unsheathing her claws.
     “Ready.” Drift’s eyes immediately glowed pure white, and the armor and weapons laid out on the clearing in the middle of the forest began to shake and form a physical body. Their eyes glowed white, and they grabbed weapons- bronze, silver, copper, iron, whatever you could think of. One even had a pure diamond sword, which Artemis was slightly nervous about. Her tails swished nervously.
“Remember, you can always back down,” Drift assured her. But Artemis clenched her teeth. The warriors lunged. Artemis inhaled deeply and she multiplied, the souls backing into a group, obviously confused. They suddenly realized what was happening and began to slash and hack at the illusions. They shimmered and dissolved into silver glitter that flew into the sky. Artemis snapped her fingers and she switched places with one of the fake hers. A soul jabbed at the place where she was in, and she winced as she realized how much that could’ve hurt. 
     “Locked and loaded.” Artemis grinned as she tensed, and lunged with a blood curling snarl. She sliced at the souls, disintegrating armor and watching the shocked expressions on their faces as they crumbled to dark grey dust. The five remaining souls leveled their weapons and charged. Artemis froze and reached for the souls’ mind, yearning for control. A millisecond of neurons and faint blood cells, and she was in. She willed them to trip and fall on their weapons and crumble to dust when she flashed out of their heads. She smiled and shifted back to human form. She spread her arms, staring at the gaping faces of Drift and Fiona.
“Well, wasn’t that fun?”
     “You- just with a- a sword- just-” Fiona imitated slashing and hacking with her hands, eyes wide, then put them on her hips.
“You better teach me how to do that before I summon a ventus spirituum to tear you apart.”
     “Oh, no, not a wind spirit that’s made out of the air I breathe and is a literal cloud that can do nothing!” Artemis gasped dramatically. Fiona narrowed her eyes.
“I wasn’t kidding.”

At Aeryn’s Hideout

Zephyr’s POV, 9:30 P.M.

    Zephyr crouched down and tightened her grip on her bow. Several monsters and spirits were gathered around a singular circular spot where the grass withered and turned black, and bones were littered around. Bones of people. As Zephyr focused on the bones’ features, she stifled a gasp. The bones of elves. Suddenly, the air seemed to tear like paper, creating a warp, and a man stepped through. He was a young man, really; most likely 20 or 21. His curly black hair and his gleaming red eyes were one thing. The bone crown sitting in his feathery black hair and the black and dark red scythe plastered with blood was another. The warp closed behind him, and he grinned, revealing perfectly white teeth, which Zephyr found odd, considering his… style. She realized who it was, and marveled at the sight of him. Aeryn.
“Brothers! Sisters! Warriors!” The man cried. “At last, we gather here today to witness… the death of Legali, the last elf.” Two serpent-man hybrids brought a struggling middle-aged man forward. He had long, black hair, and icy blue eyes, just like Zephyr. But the thing that baffled her was how his eyes seemed to change colors- blue, purple, blue, purple. She also found it disturbing at how similar he looked to her and Ami. He had a deep tan, but his face had scratches that were stitched and patched up, but once again re-opened. He had pointy ears, of course, since he was an elf. Something that also surprised her was how he had folded-up pale blue angel wings that were ripped and bleeding. He then spoke.
     “You’ll never succeed,” The man growled. His shifting eyes narrowed. “Ever.”
“My dear King Legali!” Aeryn exclaimed. “What an insult. Especially in the presence of King Aeryn, the one who leads all! I’m afraid I have to punish you for that. And your punishment that I pick is… death.” Suddenly Legali began humming a gentle tune. Zephyr’s body relaxed and she slumped, eyes wide with shock, and began to twitch before plunging into a far-away memory. 

    “Zephyr. Zephyr, wake up,” A woman pleaded. Zephyr opened her eyes. She was cradled in her mother’s arms, and an explosion made Zephyr let out a strangled scream. Her mother slapped her hand over Zephyr’s mouth and dove behind a collapsed wall as footsteps became louder. Zephyr felt tears streaming down her cheeks, and her mother’s soft brown eyes were bloodshot and red from crying. Her once long and curly blonde hair was tangled and dirty. Her diamond-and-steel tiara was lopsided and the biggest diamond was cracked. Her city was under attack, and her father and sister, the king and eldest princess, was nowhere to be found. A voice barked,
     “Find the king and queen at all costs. And if you find their children, take them, too. We need to search before we nuke the city. We wouldn’t want to kill any innocent elves, would we?” The general chuckled. Zephyr trembled, and her mother’s lip quivered. 
“Do me a favor, my little snowflake,” Her mother soothed. “Run. Run as far away as you can from the city, towards the entrance of the deep dark forest. Duck and hide when you have to. Allison will be there waiting for you.” Her mother presented something from behind her. A bow, small enough for Zephyr’s 6 year-old hands. She grasped it, and the bow shifted into a crescent hairpin. 
     “A reminder of me. Now, go!” Her mother whispered fiercely. Zephyr stumbled away from her mother, who looked terrible, her once beautiful white linen dress torn and tattered, her wolf ears and tail flicking and twitching nervously. Zephyr ran towards the forest, weaving through the soldiers’ legs, completely ignoring her mother. She reached the forest, where Ami was waiting for her, and picked her up.
 “We need to go. Now,” Ami said, gritting her teeth. Zephyr flailed.
     “What about mommy?” She cried. “We can’t leave mommy! Or daddy!” Ami ran faster, and faster; and a huge explosion blew up the entire city, leaving Zephyr crying and screaming loudly as she mourned.

    Zephyr shook herself out of her vision. Her heart pounded in her ears. The man right there, the last elf, king of the elves who was facing death, was her father.

Behold, yet another cliffhanger for thee whom dare to read this chapter. 

Leafsky out-