"Once Upon a Wing"

Chapter 22

"Hello? Is there anybody in there?" A small timid voice echoes into a dark cavern, not a single sound answering him but the continual dripping of water plinking off the stalactite rock structure inside the blackened cave.

"There must've been someone here; recently, too." Behind that cute face and small framed youthful body was quite an intelligent mind. Prince Quatre grew up in the rain drenched isle of Noxas, spending most of his childhood safe indoors reading and rereading, over and over, stories of adventurous knights in far distant lands, always aspiring to one day be one of those brave heroes facing danger down without a stitch of fear.

And that one day has come today.

" Hello? - oh," Quatre continues to ask inquisitively, curious of the porcelain cups, and glassware that was seemingly abandoned only a short time ago, judging by the feel of the still hot embers of the firewood smoking in his gloved hands.

Speaking of hands, one large set of them comes from out of nowhere, as dark tanned fingers press a strong palm over Quatre's surprised mouth. After an useless struggle, the blonde prince ceases his panic, suddenly understanding why his silent attacker remained so. The other dark hand came to a halting warning as deep old eyes cautioned Quatre to keep quiet. And he does so, as does the dark skinned giant, tall and large man. Both of them remained stock still as if listening for something inside the cavern, something other than the plink,plink, plink, of some water dripping inside....

Crunch, crunch, crunch, crunch.....

Quatre's wide eyes grow even wider with each crashing crunch approaching from the cavern depths. They grew louder and louder from the utter stillness, louder and more foreboding --- until Quatre suddenly realizes the crunching to be none other than footsteps.

Humongous footsteps.

And a pair of damning red eyes behind them suddenly pierce a burning light through the dark cavern opening.

"Avana devil! Devil! Avana devil!!!"

The deep eyes match the deep husky voice, speaking in a foreign native tongue. Quatre finding his shocked self being tossed back as easily as one would throw a small snowball.

The tall gargantuan of a man draws a strange weapon, hanging on a twine wrapped around his primitive loincloths, that this prince from the civilized lands of Noxas had never laid eyes upon in his entire life.

But before the over seven foot tall native had a chance to fire this foreign three pronged weapon, the "devil" himself shows.

Quatre's big aqua blue eyes widen in fright as a monstrous black dragon's head emerges from the hole. Its first growl was a rumbling thunder and the only warning as to what was about to be unleashed....

"Mogata! Mogata!" The native cries out to his companions. Quatre just now noticed there were many----nearly forty----dark skinned native men suddenly appearing from behind the sandy rocks themselves, as if by magic.

Each was armed with sticks and staff weapons of simple bamboo. The tall leader was the only one who held the strange, y-shaped stick and stringed instrument.

"MOGATA! MOGATA!!"

His voice calls out the obvious battlecry. Quatre found himself lost amidst the onslaught of mysterious unknown natives, who, in his eyes, were heroes rushing into their own deaths without a single look behind them.....

Quatre watched in horror as one by one the natives fall, bravely rushing in with mere wooden weapons to their own slashed ends by the dragon's ravor sharp claws and vicious pointed teeth. They sacrificed their own lives to stop this terror from attacking their sand huts village, their lands --- and the ones they loved there.

He senses their worthy cause in the depths of his soul, though not understanding a word of their native tongue, nor they his Prince Quatre felt totally and absolutely intwined with these native people's quest for survival and peace in their simple lives. His soul understood the pain in each of their eyes--

So he would do all he could to help end their strife.

Whoosh--

A blast of burning hot flame whisks past him, taking several more of the brave warriors down, either wounded or dead. Blast after blast of dragon's breath flame and only a few men were left standing. The tall leader who had saved Quatre before was among them. He continued to march along with the remainder of his men straight towards the evil fire breathing beast. The tall leader seemed to be waiting for something with every deft stride, watching for an opportunity of the dragon's inattention, as if waiting for the perfect shot for his 3 pronged sling...

Horrible sounds erupt from the throat of the black dragon as if sensed the imminent danger in the native man's hands, its scaly spined tail thrashed out at all the men around, mowing them down, including the dark skinned leader. His slingshot misfires and explodes at the cave entrance as rocks and rubble tumble down, causing a landslide. It closed the cave entrance and crashed down upon the dragon's smokey mouth, head and body.

"You did it! You did it!" Quatre runs to the big man, expecting a triumphant look at least on his wounded and battle worn face. But instead, the man's eyes were full of disappoint and fatigue.

"Nara, nara...." The man shakes his big, brown head in frustration. "Arana devil....arana...."

His weakening voice fights hard to keep talking. Quatre begged to understand what the man was trying to convey to him in his dying breaths----

And where words failed the ears, spirit and hope filled the understanding soul.

"...The dragon devil is not yet dead..." The man's spasmatic voice comes to Quatre's listening ears in perfect clarity now. No language barrier separated them any longer.

"As long as that evil is embedded upon its head, no mortal forces can kill him. This sacred weapon, created over the ages over the sands of Sitnalta, by our fathers, is the only power that can defeat this creature of darkness. Many have tried. I believed I, myself, could vanquish the hated beast attacking our children and villages by night. But as foretold, only the chosen one can defeat this dragon. Only one in a million. I knew I was not that one, but I felt I must try. For my wife and my new baby boy...."

The native man spoke with such truth, intense emotion and beauty that Quatre could not stop his compassionate tears that fell from his own eyes for the man that he felt so strongly and suddenly, as his comrade and friend. They had only met here, on death's battlefield, but it was enough.

"The dragon devil knows of this one way to destroy him, doesn't he?" Quatre looks deep into the man's injured eyes as the rocks and rubble, where the cave entrance once was, begin to stir once again, for this dragon could not be killed by stone alone.

"Yes, and he will kill to destroy it, before it destroys him." The native says in a gasping grunt of pain, trying to stand and fight the impossible enemy.

"But you're in no condition to fight!" Quatre shakes his head, helping the man back down as he stumbles.

"I must." The man says stalwartly, knowing it would be his death.

"What is your name?" Quatre asks suddenly.

"Rashid." The dark man answers proudly. "Son of the house of Maguanac."

"My name is Quatre, Prince of Noxas." He introduces himself and a steely look enters his eyes as he kneels by Rashid, clasping his large dark hands with his small, pale ones. He takes the magical slingshot from Rashid's injured grasp.

"I, Quatre, will slay this dragon in the name of the house of Maguanac, in your place, Friend Rashid."

The older man's wise eyes gain respect for this golden visitor from beyond as he watches Quatre stand, tall and courageous, before the red, glaring eyes of the devil beast himself.

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"Zechs. Wake up. Zechs." The hint of urgency in the monotone voice beside him calls Milliardo back to the land of consciousness. But this was one place, most likely, nobody would be glad to awaken to.

In the dank darkness of a drafty, cold cavern, Milliardo lifts his soaking wet body up from the pool of water it had unfortunately been dumped into when the wicked witch had teleported the pair by evil magic away.

The name just called to him was unfamiliar, but the flat voice was unmistakable. Milliardo sat up in the darkness and wrung the foul-smelling, dirt filled water from his long, pale blonde hair as he turns to the speaker.

"I always told you you'd be better lopping all that hair off---just gets in the way." Heero comments to Milliardo's dishevelled face and now wide awake eyes which now adjusted to the lack of light. He saw a glint of...humor....in the captain of his royal guard's USUALLY---no, make that always---emotionless eyes.

Well at least that's some emotion I got out of him.

The king allows his mind this one moment of sarcasm. His heart and soul tore themselves apart, piece by piece, as his consciousness slowly realizes what a nightmare was unravelling beyond his control.

"I should've done something! They're out there now! Alone, unprotected! Relena...Lucrezia...It's my fault! She's a vulnerable human now....my fault....Why am I still so weak?"

This brooding king shakes his frustrated head, swearing inside and cursing himself for not being strong enough to help them---to save his precious little sister and the beautiful woman he has come to love.

"Are you so sure that SHE wasn't the one who led the Sorceress right to us?" Heero's analytical mind puts his suspicions out in the open. He wasn't one to easily have faith in traitors.

"What are you saying?!" But obviously, this king of peaceful Sanc was one for faith. The shock in Milliardo's pale blue eyes told Heero chapters of information about the man he was with.

"I'm just asking...How much do you trust that Fire Nymph?" Heero poses the question aloud, looking Milliardo straight in the eye. Both knew full well that perhaps the person both of them held in highest regard---their fragile and innocent Princess Relena---that her fate may be in that Fire Nymph's expertly wielded hands of porcelain.

A long second passes. Heero wondered if his fellow wet rat, drenched refugee was actually going to answer his last question or just simply continue to brood over it.

His blond brows were furrowed deeply and then, King Milliardo, finally does.

"Enough."

Short and simple. Heero admired that quality in a concise warrior. A decision made, whether right or wrong, on just your gut feeling was something.

After all, Heero was a firm believer in this one line that circulated through his head, over and over, even at this very moment, as the vision of a beautiful princess in blue was crying. She was weeping, frightened, calling to him in his mind...

'The only way to live a good life is by your emotions...'

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Emotions were indeed the one thing ringing through her foggy mind. The Princess Peacecraft, all dressed in blue, felt much the same as her dishevelled honey-tan locks of hair and long gown looked, lying in a crumpled heap on a strange ground.

"Heero....."

The name whispered on her lips was not solely called to as by a royal ruler to her captain of the guard. But more as a simple girl whose heart was crying to her protector, her soulmate---the man she loved, though only in her confused state of unconsciousness did the stubborn minded lofty princess dare to think of this mysterious boy in any way other than her "hero."

"What a quaint name for your prince from the stars, Princess Relena." The voice of that wicked Sorceress Anne, makes Relena's aching head swim. The bells ringing inside her heart clanged to an ear-splitting stop. Her crystal clear blue eyes peer through the clouds surrounding them as she tries to focus on the Sorceress' face.

The ugly sneer at her upon it made Relena wish she didn't have to open her eyes. But open them she must.

"Where am I?" Relena's voice was small and frightened within the large throne room she had awaked on the cold marble floor of.

"Where? In the palace of the land once know as Aissur, little Princess." Sorceress Anne's cocky voice states with more than a bit of triumph and gloat as she walks with her dark maroon robes trailing long behind, to stand over Relena.

"What do you mean 'once known as Aissur?' What have you done to the royal family?! Where is King Treize?! He'd never let you harm his beloved people!" Stubborn and feisty when Relena got herself all riled up, she could do battle and spar with speeches as much as her royal status demanded of her. After all, Princess Relena had known Princess Dorothy's adored older cousin and noble ruler of this famed and beauteous kingdom since the two girls had been tiny, little princess playmates on Dorothy's own pet pony Pegasus.

"King Treize?" Anne's eyes flicker at the name that even this little princess of a faraway kingdom seemed to hold in such regard. That despicable man who dared touch her---who had the audacity to stand right up to her, in his handsome royal cape and gleaming golden crown, and kiss her blood drained lips.

It was something no man had ever done before, in her entire wicked life.....

"What do I care of him!? What do I care of HIS worthless people?! NOTHING! He's unimportant, meaningless! Do not bring his name up again, worthless waif! I will destroy his kingdom, starting with you!" The fire with which Anne delivers the spitting, venomous words astound Relena, to say the least.

And the harsh hand which slaps her tender face, causes Relena to fear---and to wonder---at the snappy words of self-denial that the princess herself didn't understand.

But one former Fire Nymph did. Lucrezia's own scheming mind hatched a plot from what she suddenly saw in her former evil associate's glassy eyes.

It was the same something she could see reflecting in her own if she looked in the glass mirror.

"Calm yourself, Sorceress Anne." Lucrezia says from where she was strapped and mystic-bracelet bound from her own magic against the tapestried throne room wall.

"Why do you think it was I deceived that king of Sanc? Don't destroy the works of my evil hand for Lord Dermail's plans. He wanted the Princess Relena brought here by whatever means. Don't waste my efforts because of your well deserved anger, Mistress. Would Lord Dermail want you to jeopardize the key to this world's takeover due to your loss of control? Answer me that, Sorceress, before you kill her. But, in the end, I care not, either way." The Fire Nymph's fiery tongue causes both women in the throne room before her to pause in shock and doubt....and then consider her betrayal on betrayal.

"Then all of those promises back there? Of love for him and protection for her were all only deceit on your behalf? Am I supposed to believe that, Fire Nymph?" Anne chortles in her doubts. She found all this unimportant in the grand scheme of things.

And yet, there was something interesting in it for her cracked mind.

"Believe what you will. Revenge is a fruit that can be carved and sliced in many ways." Lucrezia shrugs with a convincing air of nonchalance.

Innocent minded Relena did not want to believe that his woman was only toying with her dear brother Millliardo's hard won emotions. But it all seemed rather obvious now. This Fire Nymph has utilized Milliardo's sympathy and depth of feeling for her own profit. This Lucrezia had deceived him, just to get to her! She tricked him with false promises of love, only to capture Relena and have revenge upon him.

"But....why....?" Relena asks, feeling her brother's unknowing heartache in her own. The tears began to roll down her face.

"Revenge. Plain and simple, princess. Revenge." Lucrezia repeats, her own sneer returning. "Slow and painful. That's how I'll make his torment---just as he caused me mine, eons ago. I will not rest until the king of the north is destroyed. And using his beloved sister for Lord Dermail's own evil deeds will begin the scarred road down his path of certain destruction."

The deep anger and venom was enough for Sorceress Anne, who had come to the conclusion, through the Fire Nymph's words, that nothing in this world was stronger than the bonds of hatred and evil----

And the burning desire for revenge, though the Sorceress herself was unsure of the Nymph's loyalty as yet.

"Indeed, indeed...Well said, Fire Nymph. And I see that the key to our puzzle has arrived."

Lord Dermail's soppy voice echoes through the hallowed throne room. Relena shrunk back in fear at the evil sound of it.

"The pegasus' final shield is about to fall. I believe it is only fitting that you should attend. Especially our precious visitor. Ha ha ha ha ha"

In Dermail's voice was a triumph that only spelled certain doom for the forces of good sheltered with the pegasus behind the barrier above.

"See to it, Fire Nymph. The Princess Relena's talents are required on the castle's rafters in the clouds. It will be another piece of your revenge. Ha ha ha. Come, Sorceress Anne. Our work is about to be finished here." Dermail's voice cackles, as his vast powers release the Fire Nymph from her bonds.

Sorceress Anne gives the Nymph a four eyed glare that was meant as more of a challenge than an invitation. Lucrezia took up the dare and grabbed Relena's wrist firmly, tugging her along and transporting them both away in a puff of fiery smoke, up to the rooftop.

Anne assures her suspicious mind as she follows their transport. They were all on the verge of witnessing the fall of the sanctity of Aissur's most precious commodity---

The capture and exploitation of the legendary white winged pegasi....

"Mistress Sallie!?" A tiny little voice tugs at both subconscious and human form of , the powerful Nymph of the Warm Waters never quite before feeling as completely powerless as she was now, looking into the child fairy before her frighten eyes.
" What is it child?" Sallie's voice carries with it a inner strength she had found herself drawing out of a lost revenue, seeking out with in the maelstrom of this
" Aunt Cathrine is still trying - but her healing powers don't seem to be working on these people here! They just won't wake up!" Marimaia exclaimed in a hushed whisper, her little mind knowing what to make of all the
When they had first stepped foot ( or wing) on the shores of this pretty land of Aissun, after that kind human had passed her tiny fairy self across to his kingdom's protection from the danger without, there were so many people all around!
Marimaia, in all her young sheltered life in Eixip, had never seen so many beings in one place all at once, never so many guards and maids and serfs and... humans... so full of the same fears and hapes as she - those hopes
on their King and their Prince's valr to defeat the attacking enemy survivors to send them far far away this peaceful land of beautiful Pegasus.
And Marimaia had watched with wide fearful eyes, her new heros disappear from the hill on the other side, vanish in a blinding flash of light all of those who stood against the evil villain gone without a trace, leaving them standing trembling at the mouth of the palace's perimeter, alone and at the mercy of the evil ones about to over take them, the protective barrier shielding them coming down a layer at a time....
____ palace guards could put up their return offensive attack upon the wicked Sorcerer they were cursing for stealing their beloved rulers from their homeland, she was there. Even through the shield, her eyes could penetrate, her eyes that could hypnotize, her eyes that could freeze one's soul with one glancing blow....
One by one the guards fell hypnotized by Sorceress Anne's mesmerizing gaze, as Lord Dermail's powerful blasts over and over finally cause the barrier to shatter and fall to___, every guard inside too __, before his weapon could ___ ~ blow upon Sorcess Anne's evil glowing eyes. Nothing could stand in their way it seemed, this evil Lord Dermail would soon rule over all he could see it clear in his crystal ball's mists, for capturing the sacred Pegasus the second piece of his magic greedy hunger, the third and final puzzle piece to total world domination only to be revealed to one sprinkled with holy fairy dust high aloft the sacred wings of the Pegasus, the only man it is written allowed to cross over into the legendary land of Mythica...where the unicorn's golden horns were the key to giving this Sorcerer ultimate unbeatable power to rule the world..no.. the universe... Dermail cackles aloud as he stomps foot on the now unprotected home of the winged ___ Pegasus....
Nothing could stand in his way now no mere water nymph, elf or fairy girl could stop him seizing the Pegasus above the___. One Princess - and oh yes, one golden ____ giant falcon at her command. Squawk!!
" Come on girls! All aboard! There's_____ Princess Dorothy comes soaring in on " her" trusty falcon, its honey golden wings opening up wide as____ Dorothy pulls Marimaia and Sally ( along with Cathrine) aboard " Valkyris" back ( What kind of name is that for such a noble beast?) even as Sorceress Anne's evil eyes were about to pull her evil shade of unconsciousness over this weakly Water Nymph and her precious fairy pixies.
" Hey wait for me!" Hilde's nimble elf legs gives her the extra hop as she leaps up, grabbing hold of the fanlike tail of feathers and hanging on for dear life as the golden brown falcon, with Dorothy at the helm, takes off for the sky, up, up, ___ straight up, straight to the castle's tall peaks to the last sanctuary this castle possessed,- one final force shield erected in a crystallized dome over were the Pegasus were stabled, where they nested and lived,____ in the roof__ last gleaming of the sunlight's ____ stray on the,____ dome that accepts one of its only three masters in.
Princess Dorothy in the back of her mind prays that she wasn't the single one left, ___ two royal cousins who shared her gifts for the Pegasus, stolen away from the land of the Pegasus in a puff of light before her shocked and disbelieving eyes.
" Seal! Seal! Seal! Come on! I command you! " Dorothy jumps off the bird's back as she lands on the Pegasus's lofty green tiers, her long nailed fingers squeeze the jeweled necklace containing her third of the gem that allowed her unlimited access into her beloved world of winged horses--- and the ability to shut all unwanted visitors out. And the people hot on their trail would certainly fall under the realm of the ' unwanted."
" Stop! Right there foolish Princess! " Lord Dermal levitates up at a blinding speed____ able to get the dome to seal out Dermail's foully bearded face crashing into it's last obstacle on his road to power and glory. A road that he was confident he would overcome with smashing results-- given the time.
And time was something he was sure he had multuides of. For he was in his evil ____, absolute that ___ so-called " heroes" of this fabled tale would ever return again, he having sent them to certain doom of___ evil proportions.
" You may think you're safe in there for now; ladies. But not for long. No..... hahahaha, not for very long at all.. hahahaha..."
Princess Dorothy looks to the other four females surrounding her one of them mending her boy indeed this shelter shield would hold against this evil wizard hoping against hope ___ be long enough for their heroes to return to rescue their damsels in distress. And if one yellow haired boy to whom this falcon belonged didn't come soon, this damsel in distress may just have to take matters into her own capable and steady white hands as she pets the pegasus nuzzling at her in her slinky aqua and____ gown, blightly unaware of the danger hovering over them, Dorothy losing her worries into the sea of his blue, blue inner ocean eyes ...... Somewhere out there...... Somewhere......
Flutter, flutter those eyes open. The two suns that shone upon this world were expectedly hot on the boy_______ The humid ___ southern parts of the unexplored territories. None but the brave, bold and suicidal dared venture out into these forbidding clusters of desolate land.
The land was desolate for a reason, not a single human type creature existed in these death types of islands ________ became inhumans to be. For even the most daring adventurer or noble___ ever returned from his bold quest___ explore the mysterious islands of the South.
And no one knew exactly why. Still to this day no one who kept their safe distance from these forbidden lands ever could explain how heroes and brave adventures would board a sea vessel across the seemingly calm and peaceful seas arrive at the Southern Island so-named___________________________
And never be seen alive again.
After several more centuries had passed the quests had finally come to a stop, whatever evil that existed on ________ by the defeated world outside, alone dormant in its realm of dark secrets, all by itself.....
Until today.......
" Where... where am I?" Prince Quatre's big cerulean eyes flutter open, his questioning gaze no one answered, for not another soul was on this island's ____ ___ and ___ lands___ - at least not souls of the living type.
" Wa-wahh!" The blonde boy lets out a yelp in the sun eyes focus under his slashed head, his seeing eyes now finding themselves face to face-- with a human.
That is the skull of one.
" Who?- Where?- VALKYRIE!"
Jumping to his stocking feet, Quatre scurries back away from the dead remains lying in scattered pieces on the hot __ sand of the land he had washed upon. He calls for his faithful sidekick to swoop in and take him away for this horrid nightmare. Awake his peaceful heart from this dream, fly away on golden wings to the __ blue skies where he had first encountered her __ again...
But his cries do not fall upon his beloved falcon's deft hearing range, the island of Sitmalter too distant for even Valkyrie to hear his master's call, that evil Sorcerer's sending this golden Prince of Noxas to a wicked ___ sand filled land of torture, the heat of the blazing suns _______________ of what fire burned deeper within this volcanic isle a fire that was both ___ and deadly.
But in his innocence ( Can't read the rest that well have to ask Chloechan)


"It's been too long. Knowing the way my sister rides, we should have caught up with her by now," Millardo's voice was becoming edgier with every mile his horse loses no time in galloping spiritedly over. There comes no reply from the rider of the horse besides him, the two steeds riding neck and neck on the search for the missing Princess Relena who had only a few miles lead on them at most. The man known to Milliardo only as " Heero" seems to ignore the King of Sanc, his entire focused eye glued to the dark road before them, his gaze intent and penetrating looking for the Princess left in his care that he himself had let go off on her own.______ Her eyes had pleaded with his to stay and help her brother and he had strayed from his job --- his mission --- and done what she had requested - because, because - he wasn't exactly sure what those crystal eyes did to his driven soul. I won't let that happen again. I won't ever let my guard down again. When I find her, I'll- even to his own mind, Heero shuts off all emotion or ___ thought ---- all but his new mission--- to find his Princess and keep her safe. That's all.
Mission accepted.
" We have to stop her before she gets to far..." Lucretzia , once the formidable and fiery fire Nymph, finds herself breaking off sentences, weak against this King Millardo's perfect eyes and the stony set of his jaw. Her own wounded body was weak but she was gaining strength with each passing moment his purity filling blood continued to mix with her cold emptiness.
He had insisted on carrying her the entire way, the strength of his arms all about her. She wanted to be honest with him now, but with all her evilness in the past how would she fully face his goodness eye to eye? ______________________ but- " What is it you fear in Aissan, Lucretzia? You can tell me, ___ ____ now his set jaw softens into a handsome smile, Lucretzia faltering under his gaze, she almost smiled back when-----
" So there you are, Fire Nymph," a woman's deep voice one familiar to Lucretzia shatters the dark forest, birds and woodland creatures scurry away from such a hateful, distasteful soul.
" MAster Dermail was sure, you of all his servants, with all your deep hatred and deadly desires, would not fail him in this simplest of tasks." Sorceress Anne phases in her burgundy gown glowing in the still darkness ___ the spooked horses rearing up and backing away. For all beasts of nature recognize evil and danger.
" Oh, well," Anne sighs with a soft evil chuckle, " I guess its true, -- good help is hard to find these days," her laugh _________________ " I suppose though, her be glassed eyes give Milliardo a good look up and down, ______ human males do have their useful purposes, so I can't blame you that much," the Sorceress laughs her wicked female wiles as she floats all the closer to where Lucretzia was wrapped in Milliardo's arms.
" What do you want Sorceress? Dermail did not send me on a " task" here. I came of my own desires and will. And now I have decided that I desire something more fulfilling than revenge. I own nothing more to one who doles out evil and ____ ____ of my revenge. Nothing."

Can't read the rest of this paragraph. Need Chloechan's help.
" Sister? Does your lover have a sister?" Anne taunts with a sneer on her face that sets Lucretzia's teeth on edge. What the Sorceress does next ____ ____ worse.
" Does she look anything like this - by chance?" A snap of the magic fingers and one fair haired blue garbed Princess Relena appears, floating in midair, right beside Anne, unconscious, obviously a victim of Sorceress Anne's evil eye.
" Let her go--! " Lucretzia finds the fire left remaining in her about to___ itself at the evil sorceress in anger but---
" Oh?" Anne lets the unconscious Relena fall------- then stop short just enough to make the former Fire Nymph hold her fury in place.
" You hold her life in your hands Nymph. Challenge me with your puny powers--- and she dies, that simple," Anne knew she held a winning card here, something in the once soulless only revenge filled eyes of the Fire Nymph caused Anne to wonder suddenly what that mere human man could have done to cause such a change. But then again King Milliardo was not exactly a mere human man, was he?
____________________________________ That was why she was here after all, Nymphs were expendable--- however--- this Princess of the North yet one more ingredient in their wicked magical brew.....
Right again Sorceress Anne congratulates her own sneaky mind, as the fire building in Lucretzia's fists fizzle down, she hangs her head weakly in objective and defeat.
" Correct choice," Sorceress Anne hummes aloud, as just as easily as she sent Heero and Milliardo away to who know where before, she, along with Relena and Lucretzia disappearing into the thick, dark air of night....