W.I.T.C.H. Porno Story: Waking Cravings Chapter 13

W.I.T.C.H. Porno Story: Waking Cravings Chapter 13

Disclaimer:I dont own W.I.T.C.H. nor the town of Donegal.

Waking Dreams

By: Zadien

Previously on Waking Dreams: After Cornelia unwittingly makes a pact with a dark faerie, the girls are dragged into a world full of court intrigue and mythical creatures more powerful than they can imagine. After battling the dark faerie Kerrigan, Cornelia is kidnapped and Will was sent into a deep sleep only to be awoken by Princess Aisling of the Faerie Court. Now that Will has woken up, youd think shed be more alert, but honestly, the girl is sleeping more than ever; until something scares her in the dead of night and causes her to jump into Calebs arms. They caught by Irma and Hay Lin who seems to be experiencing everyone elses intense emotions.

Meanwhile, Kerrigan, the dark faerie who stole Cornelia away, is making enemies in his own court by threatening them with iron. The Faerie Princess Aisling is intent on discovering the secret of the powers Will revealed in the dreamscape but shes coming up with nothing credible so far. And as for Elyon, shes getting more and more nervous as her upcoming Coronation and the fact that shell have to go to a hostile territory in order to get her best friend back. Things just dont seem to be going so well.

Now on with the story:

Chapter Thirteen: Wonderful Wizard of Awws.

Elyon flinched as yet another pin pierced her delicate skin. The seamstress kneeling before her muttered a brief apology around a mouthful of needles, but other than that, she didnt acknowledge her transgression. She probably would have been groveling profusely if Phobos had still been in charge; actually she would probably be in the dungeons, so Elyon saw it as a great step forward that the seamstress only looked mildly irritated with her. People were beginning to think for themselves and even being their queen didnt stop them. Still they could be gentle.

She looked down at the dress for her coronation. Supposedly, this was the dress her mother had worn and her grandmother before her. Now, it was being made more grand for her to be crowned Queen of Meridian. And it was at times like these that she wished that her parents were alive to help her. She needed advice and there was no one to turn to because everyone was as out of place as she was. Julian may have been her advisor but before that he had been a rebel and before that he had been in the mines. He knew about as much as she did.

She sighed and shifted, earning a disgruntled look from her seamstress. Im sorry. She apologized half heartedly as she looked a small narrow window, at her lands below.

Where was Cornelia now? And how did they go about retrieving her? The Queen of Faerie was avoiding her and she had alienated, -what Quinn termed-, her greatest potential ally in one stupid move. So, now she and her guardians were going to enter a world where she felt ill prepared to negotiate. She didnt know their customs, she thought with a shake of her head. In fact, she barely knew how to act in her own parliament, but when she did make mistakes the people turned a blind eye; they knew she was only learning and she had made their lives better so they wouldnt hold one misdemeanor against her.

That sentiment allowed her to be more lax than she should be. She didnt act like a princess; she had been influenced too greatly from her years on Earth and she didnt treat people like her servants. That sort of behavior and idealism would be her downfall in a cut throat world such as Tir-na-ng. They would see her as nave and take advantage of that; she wasnt innocent enough not to realize that. Her one saving grace was her friendship and allegiance with Quinn; someone who had been on the wrong side of the Faerie Court. He knew exactly how to act; his experiences had forced him to learn quickly in order to help him move up the ranks of the Faerie Court. And Aisling would be of assistance, when she wasnt putting her foot in her mouth; her years in the human world had shown when she had been faced with her brother.

Elyon couldnt allow that to happen; she would just have to be very careful when speaking and think two moves ahead.

Another pin jabbed her thigh and she winced. She missed jeans. She missed human clothes because getting tailored was the worst form of torture, but clothes formed by magic lacked a certain something and they chafed.

Her stomach fluttered nervously as she her thoughts turned to Faerie once more. What would it be like there? She would probably be some kind of freak in their eyes. A stupid mortal who ruled an entire magical realm but younger children than herself had ruled kingdoms before. She learnt about many of them from her history teacher but they also suffered many defeats and rebellions, and they had people to make decisions for them. She had that as well, but she was wise enough to see when those decisions were made for the right reasons, and when they were made for the wrong.

That was, at least, a minor consolation and the people she had at her side were people that she trusted with her life; people who cared about her and would make decisions with her best interests in mind. That was a comfort but they couldnt come to Faerie with her.

Which brought forth another problem. Just what would she say to her parliament? She couldnt just up and leave after the coronation festivities. Her people would know she was missing and not to mention her guardians. What would they say to their parents? Oh hey mom and dad, Im going to Ireland to rescue Cornelia? Yeah, somehow she didnt think so. What about Cornelias parents?

She groaned loudly, causing the seamstress to click her tongue and shake her head disapprovingly. Well it was ok for her; she just had to make dresses. Elyon was in charge of an entire world. She couldnt just up and go but she couldnt send the guardians alone. The mission required a certain delicacy that the guardians with their go in and kick ass approach couldnt accomplish. No she was most certainly needed, so how to make her government see that?

The Queen of England went away to other countries to form good relations all the time, maybe she could convince her country that way. Of course, England had been there for generations and their queen was mostly a figurehead of sorts but at the moment, so was Elyon. Her government made the majority of rules; she just had the final say on them. She could veto them if she saw fit but for the most part she agreed so the government was quite capable of ruling. She could leave Julian in charge of the palace, he was good at making sure the security was tight and the day to day running of things was handled by Keedy, the matron. There shouldnt really be a problem with her leaving but there was the matter of Phobos.

For the most part she wasnt too worried about him escaping. The mage was in charge of his cell and so were many of her trusted guards and none of them even had the power never mind the inclination to release him. However, there were a few people still at large who, if they heard rumors of her trip, may try to take advantage of things. Her people had only just got their lives back on track; she couldnt risk them being attacked because of her selfishness.

Unless When the guardians were away in Meridian, they used their Astral Drops to take their places in school and act out their lives. What if she did something similar? Only with a more developed sense of self of course. She couldnt afford to have an air head in charge of her country-

She broke off as the door to her small tower room burst open and Aldarn strode in, hand on his sword as his gaze swept the room. A common action she had come to associate with her guards. They were so suspicious these days especially since Cornelia had been taken; they seemed to expect her to be abducted at any moment.

Lifting her skirts, she shooed away the disgruntled seamstress and stepped off the podium to meet her guard. Is something wrong Aldarn?

Caleb is coming.

Elyon frowned in puzzlement. Already? Are the guardians with him?

Aldarn shook his head. No, he sent a messenger hawk to alert us of his arrival but he mentioned nothing of the guardians.

With a sigh, Elyon dismissed the seamstress with a wave of her hand and turned her back to Aldarn. Unlace me and then Ill go set up the parlor for his arrival. No doubt hell be hungry, so I must talk the chef into making some food-

Milady! You are not appropriately attired!

Unable to help herself, Elyon rolled her eyes at the outraged gasp. Sometimes people here could be so fussy about things. It wasnt like Aldarn was going to take advantage of her. He was like an older brother, the first rebel she had made a connection with when she had been under Phobos influence.

When she felt the tense silence, she looked over her shoulder and raised a brow. The two other occupants stood awkwardly behind her, the seamstress shooting Aldarn a dark look while the green skinned man looked uncomfortable.

Oh heavens sake, she wore less at the beach! Of course, try explaining that to people who lived in the dark ages. She scowled.

Is there something wrong?

This is-” Unable to find words to express her disgust the seamstress settled for flapping her arms and making unintelligible sounds.

Turning to Aldarn since the seamstress was obviously unable to communicate, she motioned to the back of her dress. I cant undo it myself.

Im afraid I wouldnt know how to begin. Aldarn stated plainly, a faint blush on his pale mint cheeks as he studied the intricate lacing.

This is despicable. Think of your virtue milady.

With an exasperated sigh, Elyon finally stepped away from Aldarn. Fine, you unlace me, and Aldarn, Ill be with you in a minute.

Aldarn nodded sharply before he bid a quick retreat. She almost would have laughed if it wasnt for the seamstress tugging impatiently at her in an attempt to undress her. Scowling, she shrugged out of the garments and stormed in her underclothes to the screen erected for privacy. Gathering her usual plain styled dress, she slid it and the petticoats up over her hips and pushed her hands into the sleeves, reaching around to zip it up behind her. Once the dress was in place, she slipped on her favorite shoes and ignoring the seamstresss pleas to wait, she exited the room.

Cornelia studied the emptiness before her with astute eyes. It seemed to be a labyrinth of pathways set off by large platforms and short suspended pillars. As far as she could see, it seemed to lead down into a deep bottomless chasm, only lit up by small balls of green flame, which lingered over the stone pathways. There didnt seem to be any doorways or portals to explain how she got there and there were no walls or perimeters that could be seen either. It was like the universe with the motes of light embedded in the vast darkness looking like stars in space.

Was that where she was? Space?

No.

No, Space didnt have rocky roads ribboning down into the emptiness but it had to lead somewhere. Everywhere led somewhere, but she had been walking for a while now and no matter how many roads she walked, she didnt seem to be getting very far.

It was so eerily quiet; she didnt like it but at least it was better than the school. Now that had been so realistic, she had almost believed it to be real. Now she knew better. It was some trick, some alternate reality that she was stuck in probably because of Kerrigan. Hadnt he attacked them in Wills home? And he had won, he had threatened to hurt Will; he had tried to hurt Will, she amended, remembering the way Wills body had flown through the air towards that wall. It was all she could do to enlarge that leaf to catch her body and stop it from hurting her dearest friend, but it had cost the last vestige of her strength, and when she finally woke up, she was here. Wherever here was. It had to be something to do with Kerrigan.

Hence, the reason why she was continuing to walk down the barren path despite the fact that it didnt seem to go anywhere; because sooner or later, like the exit from the school, she would find something. He couldnt keep her there forever. She had to help her girls; she couldnt even imagine what they were doing without her. What about Elyon? Did Elyon know she was missing?

Probably. No, of course she knew and was more than likely working on the best way to help her escape. Hadnt she been the one to tell Will all that had been happening in her dreams? There wasnt much Elyon didnt know; so there was no point worrying about the never ending abyss. In fact, she’d bet any money that, right now, Elyon was raising the troops to free her. Heck, she was probably kicking Kerrigans lily white ass. With Elyons powers, that wouldnt be hard at all. He wouldnt stand a chance against her.

With a smirk, she tugged a stone pedestal towards her and stepping onto it, she moved it over the large gap to the next line of stone. How long had she been circling down, she wondered, peering over the ledge and down into the infinite darkness. The only things down there were orbs of floating lights like rather large fireflies as well as a few more thin ledges.

Scowling, she decided that she didnt want to walk the entire way and summoning another floating pedestal from the middle of the air; she hopped on and commanded it to descend. At least this place catered to her element, Irma would have a real problem here and maybe even Taranee, even if there was fire here, there was nothing flammable.

She descended into the darkness taking in the unbearable loneliness that the realm exuded. What was this place and how had it been created? It was like a planet had exploded and the only thing left of it were the fragments of rock frozen permanently in midair. It made her wary. Nothing was ever this empty.

A flash of white caught her eye and she came to a sudden halt. That was the third time she had seen that white flash out of the corner of her eye, and there was no way to assure herself that shed made it up. Slowing her breathing as if to make herself as still as possible, she turned her head towards the flash of light and inhaled sharply.

A wolf? What was a wolf doing here? She swallowed hard and cautiously faced the creature standing on a stone dais not too far from her. It didnt seem to be threatening but it stood there, watching her with a shrewd knowing gaze. Its fur was pure white, almost seeming to glow in the strange darkness; it probably would make an amazing fur coat if fur wasnt so last century. It was gorgeously pristine though, considering the dusty rock it stood upon.

But how did it come to be here? It didnt seem to be the natural landscape for any animal never mind a wolf; didnt they like snow, and forests and the like? She certainly had never heard of any desert wolves, so one that lived in a dark chasm was unlikely.

Well, she decided, it didnt look like it wanted to attack her and it was all the way over there and she was a guardian of earth so

Suddenly the wolf turned its back on her and began bounding down the path. Part of her was willing to let it go its way but a bigger part of her told her that if the wolf had gotten in here, it probably knew a way out. Besides, if it attacked her, well she was the earth guardian and she was surrounded by chunks of rock; oh and she could fly. There was no contest. And this might be her only way out.

She followed the quick footed lupine, swerving in and out amongst the threads of rock and zooming over the larger rounded platforms. After a while she began to realize that the wolf wasnt running away from her, but leading her somewhere. Every time she fell behind, the wolf would wait patiently for her before surging forward.

Where are you taking me? She finally demanded, shoving her hair over her shoulder and wishing valiantly for a hair tie.

Further and further down, they continued, though if she didnt get the sense that they were moving, shed have believed she was on a perpetual loop. Everything looked the same and there were no landmarks to identify areas, she just had to rely on the wolfs sense of direction, and she didnt even know if she could trust that. But what other choice did she have? Going up hadnt helped. The further she had tried to ascend, the less rocks there were until there were none. So, really, down seemed the obvious choice.

Then suddenly out of nowhere loomed a large round platform that seemed the size of a small paddock and all roads led to it. However, what caught her eye was the intricate archway in the middle of the floor. It didnt seem to lead anywhere but when the wolf reached it, it stepped forward and then sat down right in front of it, looking back at her as if to say well, come on then.

Cornelia guided her stone down to the platform and stepped off onto the solid ground, looking around the empty piece of rock that seemed to stretch into the distance. Eyeing the wolf warily, she stepped forward to the archway, taking in the engraved shapes and the silvery brick work.

What is it? She asked the wolf.

The wolf stared at her but didnt reply, not that she really expected it to though she sort of did, a little conversation would be great for her frayed nerves. With a roll of her eyes, Cornelia stopped in front of the arch and looked through it to the other side of the rock.

It must lead somewhere, right? Otherwise, why put it here? She mused, tapping her fingers against her cocked hip. Do I just walk through? But theres nothing there, just air. If only Taranee or Will were with her. Theyd be able to tell her what to do. Will could make her a portal out of there or Taranee could tell her if the archway was a door to home. Even Irma would be handy to just shove her through.

She reached up to trail her fingers over a sign engraved in each brick along the doorway only to yank her hand back when she felt the symbol pulse underneath her fingertips. Pulling her fingers back and flexing them against the vibration, she looked up to see the lines now glowed with a deep blue light.

Ok, what is that about? she asked looking at the disinterested wolf. Youre not very helpful.

Suddenly the gap between the arches began to shimmer like water. Startled, Cornelia stepped back and closer to the wolf. Something was coming through.

Rain, rain, rain, rain, rain, rain, rain. Rain, rain, rain, rain-

Blunk!

The small green creature halted and blinked up at his companion. Rain?

Stop singing that stupid song! Caleb growled gruffly, shoving his hands into his jacket pockets as he inhaled deeply, struggling for some semblance of patience. What on earth possessed him to bring Blunk with him? Well apart from the fact that Blunk seemed to be the only one other than her that could seek out portals. You can be so annoying.

Blunk stared at the sullen boy before shrugging. What did he care if Caleb didnt like his song? Blunk liked it; Caleb was just being mister grumpy pants. Grumpy pants.

Caleb shot him a dark look. Yeah, whatever. At least I know what a bath is.

Blunk know what bath is, Blunk just dont like bath. The green goblin-like creature retorted, sticking out its rather slimy tongue and blowing a wet raspberry.

It wouldnt harm you to take one now and again. In fact its probably doing you more harm not taking one, it sure as hell is doing me harm. Caleb muttered, scanning the lush scenery of Meridians landscape. Usually the rolling green meadows and violet hazy mountains rising from the horizon served to soothe him in some way or another, but today his mind was unsettled and his temper was on a short fuse.

Caleb cursed.

What?

You said hell. Thats a curse. Princess Elyon doesnt like her guards cursing. Its uncoot.

Uncouth and how would you know? Besides, its a phrase, not a curse. I didnt mean it as a curse. He grumbled, hunching his shoulders in a habit that dated back to his childhood when his father scolded him for sneaking out after curfew or whenever he did anything stupid.

Blunk shrugged amicably and skipped along beside his companion. Whether Caleb cursed or not wasnt any of his beeswax anyway. Hmm, beeswax, maybe he could get something and sell it.

We should be close now, just over this hill. It wasnt as though he needed to say anything; Blunk probably knew where they were as much as he did. They would have arrived much earlier if Blunk hadnt found such an out of the way portal. As soon as they had stepped through, they had almost ended up in the ocean because the portal opened up onto a cliff.

Blunks off to see the wizard, the wonderful wizard of Awws!

Caleb palmed his forehead. Next time they were on earth, he was going to make sure that Blunk never saw any of the videos in the house, nor would he let Hay Lin drag the little green man off to show him those stupid moving pictures. They did nothing but cause him trouble and irritation, not the mention that Blunk just couldnt sing one note.

Blunk, Im warning you now. One more song and I will cut your tongue out of your mouth. It was an empty threat and Blunk probably knew it. There was nothing in this world that would force Caleb to touch that things tongue or go anywhere near his mouth. Goodness knows what hed catch.

Whys Caleb going to castle without girls? Dont Elyon want girls there at crowning?

Of course Elyon wants them there and theyll be there, later. I just have to talk to Elyon on my own first.

Bout what? Blunk wondered, crouching down to pick up a piece of grass to stick between his lips.

Caleb looked away from the rather disturbing image of Blunk chewing grass and instead focused on the top of the hill they were about to crest. To his left there was a bubbling brook hidden behind a dense line of trees and thick impenetrable shadows. The sky above them was a bright summer blue, so fresh and solid in comparison to the fluffy strips of clouds that floated lazily by. It was good to be back, he mused. Earth was interesting but he missed the freshness of the air, the open landscape, the silence and the sounds of birds and insects. In Heatherfield all he ever heard was cars and electronic buzzing and there was always so many people crushed around, he sometimes felt like he was suffocating. You couldnt suffocate in Meridian, at least not anymore. He could still remembered the way Phobos had choked the life out of the world and because he could, it made him appreciate the smaller things such as flowers and humming bees and clean water.

Caleb?

Its nothing important Blunk, I just needed to make sure everythings ready for the Coronation.

But cant Aldarn do that? Blunk miss girls.

Dont you miss Elyon?

Blunk miss Elyon too. Blunk wish all could live in big house, like castle, but with TV and the flushy pool.

Despite Blunks aversion to water and the bath, he seemed to be obsessed by the toilet and its flushing mechanism. Half the time they had been on earth, Blunk could be found with the dog in the bathroom, flushing the toilet over and over until Collins physically yanked him out by his collar and threatened to throw him in the shower. Even though Blunk wasnt sure what the shower was, he gleaned enough from the fact that it was a punishment and involved water to get the hell away from there. It had been amusing to watch him race past the girls on the back of the poor dog, much to Wills distress. After all, it was her dog.

You would like the toilet.

Mm-hmm, water goes woosh!

Unable to help himself, Caleb chuckled, feeling some of the dark thoughts from earlier lift their weight from his shoulders. He hadnt been completely truthful to Blunk. Yes, he wanted to check on the Coronation plans and he wanted to keep an eye on the dignitaries attending because despite Meridian having had several years of peace under Elyons hands, he still didnt trust some of the politicians (as Elyon named them) to hand over power easily. While he hadnt been able to prove their loyalty to Phobos, he suspected it of some of them. After all, how had they been able to host such nice homes while Phobos had been in power, taxing and governing the people to death?

However his main reason for being in Meridian was simply because he didnt want to be in Heatherfield in that house within reaching distance of her. After last night it was becoming clear that he couldnt be trusted around her. Whatever feelings he had once had for her were not as extinct as he had previously thought. The belief that they could be friends and nothing more, wouldn’t work if he was being pushed closer to her. It was better to gain some distance so he could get his priorities straight. He didnt have time for any mild flirtation nor did he want to lead Will on; he had his duties to his sovereign and he needed to help bring about Cornelias rescue from a foreign court. He didnt want to become entangled in some adolescent something or other. He didnt know what it was; all he knew was that something had happened last night, and part of him knew it was dangerous and couldnt be allowed to happen again. So, as soon as he had finished with his patrol of her home, he had set off with Blunk in search of a portal to Meridian.

He didnt know if they knew he was gone yet but they would figure it out soon and he would get Elyon to tell them. It was for the best. Besides, it would just be awkward and he didnt want things to be awkward, not when there was so much riding on all of them being able to work together.

Something caught his eye and he frowned, his head snapping to the left where the line of trees was thickest. Blunk?

Yes?

Can you see something in the trees at the bottom of the hill?

Nope, just trees and trees and grass.

What about smell? Can you smell anything that shouldnt be there?

He listened quietly, holding his breath while Blunk sniffed loudly.

Cant smell nothing wrong, wind blowing wrong way.

As his hair flew into his face from the warm breeze, Caleb cursed, he should have thought of that. If there was something there, it was smart enough to be down wind and it certainly wasnt moving now. Caleb sighed and turned back towards the castle which was just appearing over the brim of the hill. Keeping his senses attuned, he crested the hill and began to slowly walk down the gently slope. The long grass brushed the tops of his boots, depositing the dew gathered there while small insects fluttered up with annoyed buzzing as his footsteps disturbed them from their early morning breakfast.

In the distance he could make out the Castle rising up from the spread of meadows and small clusters of trees. It looked so different since Elyon had acquired it from her brother. Instead of dark, bare limbs and sinister atmosphere with the ever present cyclone of purple light it now looked inviting especially with the expanse of blue sky and lush greenery encompassing its gleaming white walls. It was close now, just a few hundred yards and theyd be home.

His eyes moved back to the line of trees once more and his heart leapt to his throat. There was something there! Some dark shadow moving amongst the trees, almost merging with the dark silhouettes of the boughs.

Shoot! he cursed harshly causing Blunk to blink up at him. Something is there!

Blunk see nothi-oh! Caleb right, something moving. Too dark to tell what something is.

Yeah its using the shadows. Dammit, its going towards the castle. Come on Blunk, we have to alert the guards. Caleb stated, picking up his pace, his footsteps heavy upon the soft blades of grass and delicate wildflowers that were crushed beneath.

Blunk cant run as fast as Caleb can. Blunk have little legs!

With a growl of irritation, Caleb scooped the small green beast up under his arm and began to race down the steep slope towards the castle of Meridian, jiggling the creature furiously as he hung horizontally. Out of the corner of his eye he could make out the quickened pace of the shadow gliding through the trees and suddenly it burst forth into solid form causing Calebs heart to thud and his pace to stumble.

What is that? He wondered out loud, his breath coming in quick spurts while Blunk gasped under his arm.

Horsey!

Caleb twisted his head to look at the creature as he reached the flat plain that would inevitably lead to the Castles gate. To his left, the road twisted and wound its path like a snake through the long, green grass but his path was straight as an arrow. To his right, the horse as Blunk had labeled it galloped towards the forestthough it was like no horse Caleb had ever seen, seeing how it seemed to be snorting flames from his nostrils and there was an oddly shaped hump on its back. A rider, he realized. There was a rider wrapped within a cloak upon the demonic equine.

He pushed himself to go faster. As captain of the guard, the creature could not be allowed to go any farther but for some reason, he couldnt shake the feeling that the rider was only playing with him; as if the reason he was pulling forward was because the demon wanted him to. He shook the idea from his head. He couldnt allow himself to be distracted.

He burst from the meadow and onto the dirt track that surrounded the moat upon which the castle was built within.

Captain Caleb, welcome back! An archer shouted from the walls, lifting his hand in a wave.

CLOSE THE GATE! Caleb shouted, Close the goddamn gate!

Caleb Blunk gasped, Shouldntcurse Tisbadmanners.

Shut up Blunk! Close the gates! He shouted again. Couldnt they see the horse? Was he the only one with his eyes wide open? Damn, he knew that the troops were becoming lazy with the growing peace in the country. He looked up as the outer wall loomed over him and spied someone familiar. Drake, close the gate! Close it now!

Years of training together meant that the man reacted immediately, disappearing from his spot and yelling to the nearby knights and squires to get to work on closing the gate. As Caleb closed in, he noticed the chains attached to the drawbridge shudder, slump loosely and then tauten until they began to lift the heavy oak door from the ground.

It was almost half way off the ground when Caleb reached it and making one desperate leap Calebs fingers barely closed over the top of it. His body fell against door as it continued to rise; his one hand straining to keep him hanging on.

Blunk, climb up my body! Get inside now!

Blunk nodded, wasting no time in squirming out of Calebs grasp and scurrying around to the boys back, clinging tightly with legs and arms as he began to shimmy up the boy and lunging for the top of the drawbridge, hoisting himself over and disappearing from sight. Though not from hearing because Caleb could hear the creatures squeal as he himself, scrambled over the top of the bridge and sliding down on his bottom. He hit the ground with a bruising thump and let out a low breath of relief as he heard the deafening clank as the door shut tight within the stone frame. His men stared at him in surprise but that was nothing compared to the yells of incredulity from above. Frowning, he ducked out of the awning and looked up at the sky just as a dark shadow swept over them.

Caleb cursed. The beast had just cleared the wall in one leap, soaring over the stunned faces beneath it before coming to a land in the centre courtyard, the hoofs clattering against the cobblestone.

The rider slid his sword free and held it up into the air as the horse reared up. He looked directly at Caleb though Caleb was yet to see a face, he just knew the look was aimed at him- and with a triumphant cheer, the rider whirled the beast around and charged into the inner court of the castle just as several arrows bounced off the walls around him.

Guards!

Protect the princess!

Man your positions!

Caleb shook off his daze and scrambled to his feet, looking around quickly. Raise the alarm! he shouted to a nearby stunned youth, The castle has been breached! We must protect the princess! Oh, and give me your sword!

Sir! The boy saluted, handing his sword over to Caleb; watching as the captain raced towards the castle quickly followed by Captain Drake.

What was that? Drake demanded as he pulled up beside Caleb, both men running full out into the castles inner courtyard filled with shocked gasps and crying children and the murmurs of anxious inhabitants.

I dont know. Caleb answered tersely. After all, he didnt exactly know what the rider was, but he knew his intention. Wheres the princess?

In her chambers- no! Wait, she was going to meet you in the parlor!

Good, well take the secret passage. We should get there in time.

Hopefully Vathek and Aldarn will have blocked off the doors.

Aldarn knows his duty, Drake, as we all do. Protect the princess at all costs, he said to himself.

Drake nodded and the two boys quickly charged up the steps to the castle, taking two or three at a time. Already the guards were running in their various troops to various parts of the castle, parting like the Red Sea as the two men ran through. They broke off to the left and ran down a small corridor lit with lanterns and small hole like windows. Upon the walls, tapestries and paintings, by the Princess herself, were hung in order to take away the coldness from the thick stone.

Caleb, here!

They looked up as Blunk appeared before them, pulling back a painting for them and revealing the inky darkness of a secret passage. Both men raced inside without hesitation as Blunk closed the door behind them. Inside, they stopped for a moment to grab a flambeau holding it out for Drake to light with his flint, as the fire caught and lit up the narrow, stone passage with an orange glow, both men were back on the move.

Irma was fed up waiting. She was fed up sitting on her laurels waiting to be summoned. She was a guardian of the veil, they never waited for anything. Well apart for the final battle with Phobos but the small little details and battles in between, well they hadnt waited for the bad guys to come to them. Oh no, they had made their own decisions. They charged in and saved the world; now they just sat on couches, watching morning cartoons and waited for something to happen. God, she hated waiting.

Irma, its not so bad. Hay Lin sighed, reaching over to pat her friends leg comfortingly. I mean, it could be worse. We could be fighting for our lives in a life or death battle!

Id rather be doing that. Id give anything for a kick ass battle. Heck, Im so bored Id go on a date with Martin! She scowled and slumped down further in her seat.

Malachi cleared his throat loudly and fixed her with a dark look.

Well, obviously I wouldnt enjoy it. Im just saying, at least its something to do thats more interesting than sitting here watching paint dry!

You could try to help me with some of these anti-faerie potion things.

Nah, cookings your thing, Taranee.

Washing ups more up Irmas street. The Chinese girl chirped with a teasing grin, ducking out of the way when Irma went to punch her. Ow!

You could try research. Malachi suggested but his tone hinted that he really didnt think Irma would be interested. He sat huddled over his laptop opposite her at the kitchen table, while Taranee stood at the food preparation area with aromatic steam rising out of simmering pots on the cooker and many empty jars gleaming wetly in front of her.

Research-mesearch. Total bore. Hey, Hay Lin, wanna watch me kick your ass in Tekken?

No thanks. Im doing work.

Ugh. Work for Hay Lin consisted of drawing pictures of Kerrigan; her reasoning being that they needed to be able to recognize him again and in case he tried a disguise, shed drawn pictures of him with glasses, a moustache and beard, a bald head, blonde hair, short haired and in a… dress? Irma turned away with a shudder. Hay Lin was so weird! If thats what you want to call it. So, boyfriend, turn up anything interesting?

Im searching forums on faeries. So far its a load of utter bollocks.

Let me see! She slid from her seat and skipped round to his side so she could peek over his shoulder, making sure to press herself up against him. Maybe if she could interest him enough, he wouldnt want to do research and he could entertain her instead. Hed certainly be better than Martin; then again, that wasnt really saying anything. Tch, I dont see any testicles. I thought you were on a porn site.

Ha, ha. He grumbled, scrolling leisurely down the page. Then his brow furrowed as he clicked on a link, unconsciously leaning back against her as she ran her hand up and down his back.

Over his shoulder, Irma scanned the page idly only really taking an interest when Malachi froze beneath her hand. Something wrong?

… Im not sure. Theres- Hold on. Pulling up another window with a few deft key strokes, she watched as he entered in a website address, something involving the name The Irish Times and then he pressed enter and waited for it to load.

Whats wrong? Taranee wondered, looking up from crushing a clove of garlic.

Malachi didnt answer; he was too engrossed in reading whatever news article had caught his attention, so Irma shrugged in response.

He wont say.

Shut up a minute. There was no bite to the words, just a quiet order for silence while the boy worked out what he was reading. Fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck!

Irma stepped back, blinking slightly as the crass words spewed from her boy-toys mouth, almost as though they were venom. Mal?

Wh-” Hay Lin gasped and seized her chest. Oh, god. I dont feel very good.

Hay Lin? Taranee dropped her cooking implements and scurried to the Air guardians aid. Hay Lin whats wrong?

I feel so bad! Oh so bad!

Irma looked between Mal who had now buried his face in his hands as his shoulders shook and to her best friend who was shuddering herself, her face screwed up in anguish. Her mind snapped back onto the night before when Hay Lin had reacted with Will and Caleb and it clicked. Mal, come on, snap out of it! Calm down.

Youre projecting your emotions onto Hay Lin! MAL!

Malachi looked up, eyes bloodshot and distraught but as he caught sight of Hay Lins face buried in Taranees shoulders, he began to compose himself. Irma could see his emotions turning inward as he closed himself down. The only hint of what he was feeling was the tense line of his jaw and the white knuckles of his fists.

On the other side of the table, Hay Lin gulped in air and brushed the tears from her cheeks. Thank you, She finally uttered softly, still quaking gently.

Taranee studied them suspiciously. What just happened?

Hay Lin shook her head. I dont know. I just suddenly felt really rotten inside. All icky and disgusting.

The fire guardian absorbed that before turning to the only male. Mal?

It was just something I read.

What? Is something wrong? Did something happen to someone you know, or what?

Not someone I know but… He scooted his chair away from the laptop and motioned for Taranee to have a look, while Irma looped her arms around him from behind, rubbing her cheek against his hair in order to offer some kind of comfort. She did the same to her father but somehow it was different with Mal. Maybe it was because he smelt so nice. Not like the cheap colognes her father was famous for.

Taranee bent over the laptop and began to scan the paper on the screen only to yelp as a sharp smack stung her butt. Ow!

Sorry, Irma apologized cheerfully. Couldnt resist, you have such a fine ass.

A watery chuckle passed through Hay Lins lips as she ducked her head but not before catching the wink the brunette sent her. She shook her head weakly.

So whats the story? Alien abductions? Has Mals family finally come to take him back?

Irma nows not the time for stupid jokes.

Oh my god, youre turning into Corny. It must be a blond thing. Ill have you know that I am the queen of stupid jokes at inappropriate moments. I mean, Wills the leader, Taranees the brains, Hay Lins the artist, Cornys the… well blonde but well not hold that against her, so all thats left is stupid joke maker. All crime fighting teams need one.

Irma, please. This is serious. Taranee muttered as she straightened up and nudged her glasses into place. Malachi, do you think that those kidnappings, brutal murders and rapes have something to do with the fairies?

No. I think they have everything to do with the fairies. Its typical of them. Babies going missing in the middle of the night or some babies suddenly behaving differently. Young women of child rearing age going missing. Little boys and girls being stolen from their homes; theres never any evidence of them being taken, in fact it always looks like they left on their own. Men killing their brothers and raping their wives. It stinks of faerie interference.

Its also part of human nature. Hay Lin offered up quietly. Were always hurting people, out of love or hate but mostly out of a lack of respect for life and the living.

Irma quirked a brow in surprise; that was… insightful and a little too deep for the Hay Lin she knew and loved.

Aye, ok, human nature. But this is too much, in one town alone, there was seven suicides within six months, 14 young children went missing, 5 girls were raped, 3 wives were brutally beaten by their husbands, 5 men were attacked, 2 stabbed in the street in daylight, and 3 school girls reported being sexually harassed by varying school teachers. And thats just whats been reported.

Those are improbable odds.

Not only that, look here. He pulled up another window, revealing a map laid out before them with names and towns they didnt recognize. Thats the town right there, and that big gap is the entrance to Tr-na-ng.

How do you know that?

I just do.

He knew that faerie girls sister. Irma dismissed their questioning gazes with a wave of her hand. But what about that town there? She asked, pointing to a town on the other side of the gap. “Donegal Town.

Im not sure how it works. I guess theres a portal that only faeries know about and the odd human has stumbled upon. Im just saying that theres a reason for that town being targeted. Its the closest but Im betting others have been hit, not as bad but still… it shouldnt be happening.

You think that by stopping the faeries, we could stop this? Hay Lin wondered, nervously chewing on the top of her pink colouring pencil.

I dont know but… Malachi trailed off, running a hand through his white blond hair. I just think we should try, you know?

Well do everything we can, you know we will. Irma told him, flashing him a trust me, Im a hero smile.

Irma, are you ok? You look sorta psychotic.

Irmas face flopped as she turned to glare at Will as the red head made her way into the kitchen.

So, whats up guys?

Im bored!

Were going to save Ireland. Hay Lin added.

“What, the whole of Ireland?” Will paused for a moment, before plucking two slices of bread from the bread bin. I dont think I want to know.

You dont. Irma advised, watching as her friend crossed to the toaster, her face looked pale and drawn, as if she hadnt slept well and her hair… well her hair was a total, bushy mess. Why dont you use straighteners on it?

Will shot her a tired look. I did, it didn-OW! God, Im really getting fed up with- Ow! It keeps shocking me… oh! I saw a blue spark, thats bad right?

Get away from it. Taranee ordered, scurrying over to physically pull the red head away from the toaster as she tried to take the bread from the appliance. Ill make you some toast. You go find an electrical appliance free zone.

Will sucked her thumb sulkily. Great, I cant even make toast anymore. Oh and Irma, the straighteners are fried.

Fried? Why fried?

Dont ask. Its this static thing.

Thats more than static. Malachi said, adding his two cents. Seriously, who fries a straightener with static?

Obviously Will-the-freak-girl does. Will grumbled, before looking around the room with a frown. Is Caleb not around?

I heard him and Blunk leaving earlier this morning. I think he said something about going back to Meridian. Taranee informed her absently as she went back to studying her notes.

Beside her, Malachi muttered something about the lack of a bad smell, but Irma was too busy watching Wills face collapse. As the red head trekked dejectedly out of the kitchen, Irma turned to Hay Lin and they exchanged a knowing look. The message loud and clear. Caleb and Will were avoiding each other because of the kiss they almost shared.

What?!

Both girls jumped guiltily to look at Taranee who stared at them. What what? They asked innocently.

You said they almost shared a kiss! Who?

Irma stared blankly at Taranee while Hay Lin blinked and Malachi frowned. Oh god, Irma thought her mind racing, Taranee knew. But, how? She hadnt said anything. And neither had Hay Lin.

But they’d thought it.

A.N. Well Im so unbelievably sorry for the long wait. This story is just something that can be hard to write at times due to the fact that I have nothing to inspire me to write for the genre. I have no Witch DVDs and I cant go to Youtube to watch them because my internet connection sucks so I write when I have inspiration. Sorry. Anyways, I know this chapter is shorter than usual but a lot of things happened. So I will try to get more of the story written soon. If therere any questions you have about the chapter, feel free to PM or email me.

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