W.I.T.C.H. Porn Story: Waking Dreams – Chapter 10

W.I.T.C.H. Porn Story: Waking Dreams – Chapter 10

Disclaimer: I don’t own the W.I.T.C.H characters, but I do own most of the faeries and the plot of this story so if you don’t like it, then that would be my fault, lol.

Waking Dreams

Chapter Ten: The Dreamscape

It was so cold. So dark and empty. The night was filled with stars, like tiny pricks of light. Dust rose with each halting step along the narrow bridge over the ruined territory. Everything was so brown. The path ahead of her; the path behind her; the mountains that were on her right and the ancient ruins behind her. Brown and black, such a black sky.

Will walked along the dark path, dry and dusty under foot. It was like being in another world. A world with no life. Everything was dead, decayed, destroyed. The ruins were crumbling underneath her, lost to time and she; she was alive, barely. Or, maybe she was dead. Was this hell? Was this where the dead came? She had never believed in a heaven and hell, but she was certain there was something. The idea of ceasing to exist, of not having an affect on anyones life had never been a thrilling prospect to her. She valued existence too much to just throw it all away. However, if this was it, it sucked. She refused to believe that this halfhearted world was it. It was so empty. A void, a chasm that ate into her soul, filled it with loneliness.

She sighed and the sound echoed through the strange world. Her voice was hoarse from shouting. She had called for her friends but they hadn’t come. However, that was a good thing. If they werent here, then maybe they were alive or somewhere better. Kerrigan might have them but since he only wanted Cornelia, she was sure that he would have left them alone. Of course, maybe that hadnt actually happened. Maybe all of that had been a daydream, conjured up to amuse her. No, she didnt think so. But how could she be sure what was a dream and what was not? Everything had seemed so real but so did this place.

Night stretched forever. The sky surrounded her and she couldnt see the ground below. She was above everything. Only the broken and crumbled domes that had once been rooftops rose from the darkness. They told her that there had to be something beneath her, a foundation on which they had been built but she couldnt see. All she could see was the darkness. The empty darkness that threatened to consume her.

It was like a maze. Every time she thought that she was getting somewhere, she ended up back where she had started. It was frustrating and distressing. Was there any way out of here? She looked up through the ribbons of earth and tried to search for some sort of exit but nothing was to be seen.

She walked further, up the steep path. Her legs strained, phantom pains that tried to convince her that this place was real but they only came when she thought of them. The path was made up of some substance she had yet to come across. It was brown but it was solid like concrete and looked so brittle, pieces had crumbled off from the sides like the edge of a cookie.

She should stop walking and just wait. Eventually the guardians would save her and if not, something would happen. She couldnt stay in purgatory forever, could she?

She frowned down at her clothes. So, it was true. When you died, you kept the clothes you died in. This meant that she was going to spend eternity in teal and lime socks, teal skirt, purple boots and top. Not to mention the wings. The wings were great but where could she fly? There was no nearest exit sign. She was stuck here.

Softly she began to hum under her breath. Songs that were played on the radio. TV Theme tunes. Songs from her I-pod that werent clean enough for radio. Music from video games she played with Irma, anything and everything she could think of to entertain her mind. Why did she have to remember? Wouldnt eternity be better if she didnt remember? What good was humming the theme tune to Buffy going to do her? Well it might scare of the vampires if they existed but faeries did so why couldnt the bloodsuckers. They had much more publicity than faeries so maybe there was a more factual basis to their myth. Or possibly the faeries continued to exist because they had lived in relative secrecy.

It was hard to work this entire thing out in her head when it was so crowded with other stuff. Such as what was she going to do for eternity? Walk the ghost roads?

No! No, Blunk youre not on a beach!

Will looked up hating herself for hoping, but the sound of Calebs laughter had her heart jolting in that familiar way.

Ha, ha, pretty green fish!

Thats your foot.

She sighed and walked past the ghosts of Caleb and Blunk and continued up the fragile and narrow rocky path that seemed to be suspended in air. Why did she have to be plagued by memories? Why did most of her memories involve Caleb?

For the past couple of hours -was it hours? -she had been plagued with ghosts of her friends. Memories that came to life before her and seemed to taunt her. For the first hour, she had run after them calling for them until she realized that they were not her friends, merely memories that hadnt died. Now they walked the ghosts roads and she Well so did she.

She found a hole in the cliff wall and ran towards it. She threw herself through the entrance with enthusiasm. Maybe this time she would-

She emerged through the other side and her hope dwindled. Darkness. Cold. Empty space. All around her was nothing but crisscrossing pathways, infinite night and ruins. So many ruins.

Well the difference this time is that Im upside down, she thought dryly.

She sighed and rolled her eyes as she watched herself and Caleb walking down a street together. What now? She whispered having learnt that in such a creepy place, using her voice aloud had the tendency to scare her shitless.

So do you like that Matt guy?

The day Jeek stole the heart, she realized. She groaned and folded her arms waiting for the memory to pass her by so that she could get to the top of this road and then maybe shed find the exit. Like the lid on the jar when Phobos had trapped them in with the spider. Maybe there was a lid on this place.

What makes you say that?

God she was so short back then. She barely reached Calebs shoulder, she thought with a wry chuckle. He still looked so big and handsome, why hadnt she noticed it then? Oh thats right, she had but he belonged to Cornelia and it would have been embarrassing to moon over him when he obviously wouldnt notice someone like her. Therefore, it was always a special privilege when he walked her home. Of course, she would never let him know that. Oh no, it was always important for her to keep up the strong leader act. She would never give him a reason to feel uncomfortable around her or to feel as though he had to protect her. She had wanted to show him she could hold her own, just like Cornelia could even without having any powers. In addition, attacking his ego proved fun and interesting.

Yeah. Why?

Was that her attempt at being coy, Will wondered amused at her thirteen year old self as she wandered beside Caleb. They looked so strange beside each other, not striking like Cornelia and him but there was something oddly right about it. Maybe in a sibling way, she decided. They had been partners, she supposed.

I just had a feeling. He replied.

That he likes me?

She could vaguely remember her thoughts at the time and they made her cringe. They hadnt been on Matt much. Matt was nice, very nice but he wasnt Caleb but he did, in her thirteen year old mind, have a purpose. He was to make Caleb notice that she was attractive to other guys. Of course, it hadnt worked. He had been so involved with Cornelia that he hadnt noticed her. Moreover, because of that, Matt was even more important because he had made her feel pretty and wanted. To him she wasnt just Will, leader of the guardians, holder of the heart of Candracar or Cornelias red haired friend. No, she was just Will to him and he liked her for her. That was nice. Nevertheless, he still wasnt Caleb.

That hes following us.

Will grinned; she couldnt help it. The suspicion in Calebs tone was amusing. It hadnt changed in all the years she hadnt seen him. He was still suspicious of everything and probably always would be. He had his reasons. Growing up in a war torn world made many young people grow up fast. Caleb just had to grow up faster than most to take over as rebel leader. So young to have such a heavy burden and she hadnt understood it fully at the time. She thought about it though, on those long nights when she had nothing but algebra and frogs to keep her company.

She thought about it a lot and always resolved herself to try to make things easier on him but then theyd see each other and hed do something that would change her back into her agitated teenage persona. He just rubbed her the wrong way sometimes and then other times, he was like her only confidant. Both of them being leaders meant they shared a bond the others couldnt.

Yeah, with my luck its probably Blunk. Well, night.

The images passed her by and she smiled fondly at them. It amused her how casual her thirteen year old self would act towards her crush. Her fear helped her, she supposed. Her fear of being rejected and her bigger fear of being desired. She didnt chase after boys the way Cornelia did. It just wasnt her style and she envied Cornelia for it. If Cornelia wanted something, she went after it. She didnt wait for it to come to her.

She sucked in a breath and felt her eyes burn. She had to get out of here. She couldnt be dead because she had to find Cornelia. She had to help her get back. She had promised her. And when they did get back, Cornelia and Caleb would live happily ever after. A part of her resented that, Will supposed. However, the bigger part of her accepted what was meant to be. Caleb had come for Cornelia after years of being apart. That sort of loyalty and love couldnt be forgotten for another. Caleb, for all his good points and bad, wasnt for her.

Will accepted that. She had accepted that when she and Matt became a couple. It was after that memory too, she remembered, that she had realized how genuine Matt was after he had ended up in the meta-world. He had taken the news that she had to save the world so well even if he had put himself in danger by coming to Meridian during the final battle. Idiot, she thought fondly.

More tears blurred her vision. He was coming back to Heatherfield in a few weeks, they had plans to go to a concert and see a film. Now those plans were royally screwed. And she wanted to see him so badly. He was the only person who understood the films she liked. Irma did to a degree but there were things Irma just wouldnt go see with her and Irma had progressed to a heavier type of music than Will liked, so Matt was perfect to go to a concert with because he appreciated all forms of rock music and yeah, he mocked all the lead guitarists abilities but that was part of the fun of going with him.

Irma How was she supposed to go through eternity without Irma to cheer her up? Who else made sarcastic comments about everything? No one damned someone with praise better than Irma did and no one, no one on earth could insult the way Irma could. Irma didnt even have to use curse words to get her point across. She just had such a way with words and was so quick on her feet. Sometimes it amazed Will to sit and listen to Irma bitch about someone. It was always more amusing than insulting to listen to her rant.

And Hay Lin. Hay Lin was a breath of fresh air in their group. She never took life seriously and always moved about at her own pace. Lazing around with Hay Lin was fun. Who else took the time to just gaze at the clouds? No one else had the imagination that Hay Lin did. At two in the morning while the other girls slept, you could count on Hay Lin to find a foreign film and translate it for you. Of course, her translation never matched the subtitles and the mother ship she always said the characters were talking about never landed but Hay Lin was quirky that way. No one was like her.

And no one shared her passionate fear of spiders the way Taranee did. However, no one had as many fears as Taranee did. She was quite obsessive with her fears. Sometimes Will felt she built her life around them but they seemed to disappear when her guardian persona took over. She supposed it was the same with most of them, with their guardian forms they were just that little more confident, more sure and knowledgeable.

That was the power of the heart, not only did it boost their elements but their own natural abilities. You would just never notice the difference with Cornelia. Bar the new outfit and the power boost, she was still the same old Queen C, a little arrogant, self confident, smart and oh so strong.

An image formed before her and Will stopped walking to watch. Portals swirled, two of them and she immediately identified them as the portals she had made to help them enter Phobos castle during the final battle. Hay Lin stood by the portal leading to the castle while Cornelia hung back with Caleb who was wishing a fellow rebel luck. Then the rebel stepped through and Cornelia and Caleb exchanged a look. Wills chest clenched tightly. She had a funny feeling she knew what this was about.

She, herself, had been on the other side during this but she remembered Hay Lin coming up with a beam on her face to tell them in an excited tone just what she believed was happening on the other side of the veil. Though it had saddened her at the time, she had merely smiled with the others and shared a roll of the eyes with Irma. The same Irma who had given her a hard probing look; almost as though she could see right down to her broken heart. But it hadnt been the time to think about that. The war had been starting and Will was more concerned with freeing Meridian than with what was going on between Caleb and Cornelia. She had her own list of problems and boy trouble just wasnt anywhere near the top of it.

Nevertheless, here she was now, four years later about to witness her friends first kiss, as they became a couple. She wanted to squeeze her eyes shut. Pathetic wasn’t it? She wanted to hide behind her eyelids like a child at a horror film. To sink into the blessed darkness and pretend that what was happening before her wasnt there at all. However, it was like a train wreck, she couldnt drag her eyes away. Maybe she needed to see it to get some closure. She certainly hadnt seen much of them as a couple after they had saved Meridian. But if she wasnt dead and she did escape this place and did rescue Cornelia, then it would probably be a regular occurrence. She might as well get the first one over with in a dreamscape.

This is it. The final battle for Meridian. Caleb began.You should go on ahead.

Behind him, Cornelia sent a pointed look at Hay Lin who stared at her for a moment then her eyes widened in realization. OH! Ill be in the other world if you need me. She darted through the swirling vortex leaving the couple behind standing awkwardly.

It was like something from her elementary school disco. The boys on one side, the girls on the other; so unbelievably awkward. Both sides knew what was expected of them but neither seemed willing to make the first move.

Will frowned when she caught herself tapping her foot and wringing her hands. Suddenly Cornelia began to move in. It just seemed to take forever, like a slow motion scene in a movie. She was surprised there wasnt any dramatic music or pink lighting or something to make the scene all that more romantic. She cringed. Oh yeah, better to get it done here in her mind instead of in reality where she was likely to waltz up and pull the pair apart. Her fingers itched to do just that and she so desperately wanted to turn away as though, if she didnt look, it wouldnt happen.

Was it supposed to be so awkward? When she had kissed Matt for the first time, it had been impulsive. Like ripping off a plaster, get it done fast and get it over with. However, this was so agonizingly slow and awkward. She wondered what it looked like to Caleb. He looked struck dumb. Maybe by her beauty, the logical part of her mind whispered. The snide part -that had taken on Irmas tone of voice- declared it to be because he hadnt been expecting to be jumped by Cornelia and her big slobbery lips.

Will groaned loudly. This was Cornelia, her best friend, and this happened in the past. Why was she acting like such a bitch?

Finally, their lips met and Will forced herself to watch it impassively. It was just a kiss. People kissed all the time and these two were in love so it was supposed to be nice and lovey-dovey and-

She turned away unable to watch anymore and found herself looking at herself and Caleb sitting on a bench in the basement of the Silver Dragon while the other guardians were sitting around or trying on winter clothes. The ski trip she remembered with a smile. They had decided to go because the foreign exchange student had been destroying their lives. Poor Caleb couldnt understand why they wanted to go when they didnt know how to ski and they didnt even like the cold.

She sighed. She looked so small and scruffy next to Cornelia, no wonder he choose her. Cornelia was better than she was, smarter and certainly prettier.

Youre worthless. Its amazing the guardians keep you around. Youre a waste of space. A liability.

No, theyre my friends. She whispered.

You endanger them every time you try to help. You are nothing but a burden. A jinx.

No. I help them.

How? With what powers? The other girls have powers. Cornelia can move the earth. You just get in the way. They are fed up carrying you. Putting themselves in danger to protect you.

Thats not true. Theyre my friends.

Only because you possess the heart. Would they have been your friends if you didnt?

Yes. Of course they would have. Right?

Why? You do not have anything in common with them. Taranee is a genius. Irma is good at sports. Hay Lin is creative and artistic. Cornelia is pretty and popular. What about you? What are you?

Im- Im- What was she? What were her hobbies? Saving the world?

Youre nothing. You are not smart. You cannot play sports. You have not an artistic bone in your body. You are not pretty and you have no friends, how can you be popular? No wonder Caleb chose Cornelia. She is better than you are. She would have made a good leader. Such a strong leader; able to fight with her guardians instead of holding them back.

Will shook her head, a lump forming in her throat. That wasnt true. Her friends cared about her. Taranee helped her with her homework, especially Maths. Irma spent nights playing computer games with her when her mother was away. Hay Lin always drafted her to model her clothes that were especially designed for petite people. And Cornelia was always dragging her to the mall or trying to talk her into getting her hair styled. They were friends. Thats what friends did. They enjoyed each others company.

You have no powers. What kind of leader is powerless?

She sank to her knees. I dont know.

Youre weak. Pathetic! Youre better off here, away from your friends. Theyre glad youre gone.

No.

Oh yes. So glad! Look.

Will closed her eyes but the images flashed in front of her eyes. Irma and Hay Lin were dancing and singing boldly, Ding Dong, WITCH is dead! while Taranee sighed in bliss and relaxed, muttering to herself on how she would have time to catch up on her studies now that Will was no longer there to force them to practice. And Cornelia was happily snuggled up against Caleb who was chuckling softly at her tirade on what a tyrant Will had been.

Will shook her head. That was a lie. It had to be. Cornelia was kidnapped.

Without your interference, they were able to rescue Cornelia. They are more powerful without you. Cornelia wields the heart spectacularly well.

No, she was the only one who could hold the heart. She had been chosen. The heart rebelled against anyone else. Yet Cornelia had been able to get into Meridian with it to visit Elyon, and it had rescued her from the prison Phobos had placed her in. The heart never did things like that for her. They never tried to see if anyone else could transform them with it. They just accepted Yan Lins words. But maybe Yan Lin had given her the heart because she had nothing else to give her. Maybe Will wasnt supposed to be a guardian. Maybe it was a mistake. Hay Lin had invited the others in front of her and had felt guilty so she had invited the new girl as well. It wasnt as though she had known what her grandmother would do. She hadnt known she was only supposed to bring the four of them to uncover their destiny. After all, there wasnt a fifth element.

It explained so much.

Why hadnt she seen this before? She was just a dead weight, a tag along that provided nothing but trouble. It was amazing she hadnt killed the guardians yet. God, she was such a loser. They probably had such a laugh at gooseberry Will. Putting herself in danger without even realizing that she wasnt supposed to be there. What an idiot shed been.

She was so lost in her thoughts, she wasnt even aware of the shadows looming over her, sucking up every greedy bit of her insecurity and self-doubt.

In the mirror Elyon sighed heavily. Caleb you have to be patient. Im sure Aisling knows what shes doing.

Quinn bit back a retort, knowing that it wouldnt serve any good purpose. There was no point making them worry needlessly. He believed Aisling could do this. Just as long as she wanted to do it. Defiant little imp. He was never quite certain what to make of his Luaith. She was never quite predictable.

And what if she doesnt? What if she just gets her trapped there?

Aisling would never put your guardian in danger, Elyon. Quinn informed the young princess needlessly.

Elyon nodded, taking comfort in his words. Quinn wouldnt lie to her, which was why he always chose his words carefully and ambiguously. If he said that this Aisling would help Will then she had to believe it. After all, Faeries seemed to thrive on faith. If she had faith in Aisling, then that would have to help. She had to believe that.

Now she was no stranger to people who had great victories at young ages but they were legends and probably myths as well. But these girls were alive and well. And so terribly young. When she had been twelve, she had trouble enough fighting off bullies and these girls were saving their world and their friend from an evil tyrant. That was pretty impressive. Not that shed ever tell them that.

She looked down at her outfit and frowned. It wouldnt do at all. Closing her eyes, she brought to mind the image she wanted and with a sense of freedom, she felt herself released from the restrictive dress that burst from her body in an explosion of golden light to reveal a simpler outfit. She hummed in approval at the black hooded zip-up jacket and black jeans. Ok, it was black and her mother did hate her in black especially with her white skin but hey, if she wanted to look dead, then the dreamscape was the best place to do it. Only ghosts resided here anyway.

Except for one, She murmured firmly. Will wasnt dead but if she stayed here, she would be. And Aisling wouldnt let that happen. Kerrigan wouldnt hurt another innocent person in his pursuit for purity.

Her senses flared and she spun round shooting a streak of white lightning from her fingers into the chest of a lunging wraith. Another spin and she was out of the way and unsheathing her curved daggers as she moved. Though her sword was no doubt a great weapon, for up close and personal combat, she preferred her daggers and they were much more proficient in the dreamscape. A quick slash of her hand and the wraith was torn in half. It floated there for a brief moment before it dissolved into mist.

Another rose and faced her, floating just out of arms reach. It cackled hollowly with malevolent glee.

Morbeg sends her regards. The mouth moved but awkwardly, not forming the words as such, but more moving it just for the memory of it. She cringed at the disturbing image; it had once been a person, now it was nothing but a vague translucent shape with hollow black eyes, no nose and a mouth that didnt seem to work. It bowed lowly but there was no respect just mockery.

She smirked vacuously. Ill just bet she does. Now scram before you end up like your pal.

He cackled once more before drifting down into the barren earth beneath her feet. She waited for it to be truly gone and then she let out a heartfelt curse. The dreamscape was hers no longer. Wraiths she could deal with, with gusto too since she seemed to get a power boost here but Morbeg was something else all together. If she could help it, she would avoid the creature but if Will was here, it was likely Morbeg would be after her. Live food and all that goodness.

Since it wasnt something Aisling wanted to face, she turned on her heel and jumped down onto another pathway. Now where would a guardian go? Where would any person go in a dreamscape like this? There were no pleasant places. Just a cold empty sky, crisscrossing paths suspended in the air and dust layered rooftops rising from nothingness. It was a barren wasteland, a labyrinth of sorts and Will was lost within it. Poor girl.

She found a round platform and jumped down upon it. She preferred the dreamscape. Even if it was large and dense and scary. She preferred it because she wasnt weak in the dreamscape. She was the Blessed Awakener and she was more at home here than she was in any world. She had power here. Power that no other faerie could speak of. She felt safe here. This was her world.

Her senses flared again and she glanced up, hands reaching for her weapons while her eyes scanned the darkness. A wolf prowled through the misty shadows, eyes glowing in the darkness and silvery fur glinting in the wane light. Her shoulders slumped and then tensed when the beast leapt and careered right into her. She hit the ground with an audible thud and the breath was forced from her lungs when it landed on her.

Oof.

The lupine looked down upon her before its tongue lolled out.

Ha, real funny Saoirse. Now, do you mind getting off me? You weigh a ton. Though what youve been eating in the dreamscape, I dread to think.

The wolf moved off of her and she rolled to her side, pushing herself to her feet. Idly, she scratched behind the wolfs left ear. Her eyes scanned the interweaving paths and she sighed. So Saoirse, spotted any red heads on your travels?

The wolf looked at her before it unraveled itself in a smoky line that reached to the tip of Aislings head and then it filled out, becoming a young woman identical to the blonde haired faerie. She wore a short velvet dress in royal blue that fit snugly to her torso and flared out at the hips. The cloak attached to her shoulders by milky pearls was the same color of blue only in silk and fell to her thighs. A pair of navy, suede, knee length lace-up boots completed the ensemble. A long staff was held in her hand, on one end was a curved blade and on the other end, the bottom was a sharp point. Her long blonde hair fell down her back and was held back by a silver tiara with a milky stone in the centre. Her eyes, the same color of gold, were grim and determined; the eyes of a warrior while her unpainted mouth was in a line.

I have indeed seen a red haired young woman. A young woman so terribly afraid. Had I not seen her, I certainly would have smelt her.

I dont even want to know what fear smells like. Knowing you itll be chicken. Aisling mumbled.

Saoirse barely smiled, her grim expression warmed just a tad though. She is west of here.

Lead the way. Aisling ordered grimly and the twins both jumped off the road to the next one, steadily heading west with each bound.

Who is this red head we seek? A paramour of Lord Kerrigan?

Nl. Shes a a guardian of the veil. Did Quinn ever tell you about them?

Saoirse shook her head slowly, completely composed with not even a glimmer of uncertainty surrounding her statuesque figure. No, he did not. But I have heard whispers of guardians. Fierce women warriors who protected the veil between earth and another world. They look like the fairies of old. She smiled softly.

I guess. They look It doesnt matter.

You are upset. Saoirse acknowledged.

Aisling sighed. Even though theyd spent no time together, never even knew each other, her older sister still seemed to know her better than most. It was disconcerting. It was annoying and it made her want to push her away. Saoirse had been the privileged one and Aisling the neglected one but it hadnt been Saoirses fault. She had no say in what went on in their lives. They didnt live in a democracy but in a monarchy. So while Saoirse lived a glamorous life, Aisling was

She shook herself out of the bitter thoughts. Im sorry. You came here to help me. Thank you.

You are bitter and upset. Who has caused this pain i do chroi?

Who has caused this pain in my heart? Aisling shrugged her shoulder. Oh she knew the answer, just as she knew how it would be received. And she knew that this wasnt the time or the place to complain about her life. After all, she had a life. Saoirse did not.

Where do you suppose Will is? Thats her name by the way.

Just a little bit further. Will is a nice name.

I wanted to be called a boys name once. It was a phase and then I copped on that Ash kind of is a boys name.

Your friends called you Ash? When her sister nodded, Saoirse smiled but there was a pain in her eyes. I was called nothing but Saoirse.

Yeah but it was different for you. Its not natural to be nicknamed in Faerie. Everyone is just who they are. No one is casual enough an acquaintance to give you a nickname. Everyones so stuffy there. I think Im suffocating.

Quinn calls you his Ash.

Aislings cheeks burned and she rounded on her sister. Ah for fecks sake. You can spy on us? Thats not on, sis. In fact thats bang out of order. I dont go peeking in on- Oh hey, there she is!

Not bothering to check on whether her sister would follow or not, Aisling surged forward. She bunched her muscles to leap up onto the high branch above her before she bounded from limb to limb to close in on the figure high up in the maze of passages. It took her merely minutes to reach the closest bough and she immediately halted, not seeming at all phased by her sisters appearance immediately beside her. After all, Saoirse was a ghost and didnt have to travel physically as Ash did. In fact, she was only traveling with Ash to be polite. If she had wanted to, she could have teleported to Will and waited for her sister. However, Ash liked the company on the ghost roads. It made her feel just a little more confident in her ability to traverse this world.

Bugger.

Will stood on a rounded platform suspended high in the air but still beneath them. Around her shadow spirits danced and from the small distance Aisling could make out their body shapes. The other guardians including the one who was missing. Will didnt seem to see them; instead she seemed to be arguing with another creature. One that was large and fat with a rounded body, eight legs and fangs to boot.

Wonderful.

Morbeg. Saoirse growled, eyes flinting over as her hand reached out and the spear streaked from it up and down in a thin laser beam of white light. When it solidified, she spun it with a stylish flair Aisling admired.

Humph, Impressive.

I do not do this for show. Saoirse replied evenly before she bounded down onto the platform and sliced her blade through the nearest shadow.

Guess that leaves me with the spider. Aisling sighed before throwing herself off the bridge.

Will shook her head as silken threads bound her to her spot. She writhed violently struggling with the sticky substance but it was immoveable. She was stuck firmly. No escape this time. She couldnt run anymore. Not that she had thought she could. You could only run for a short time before your route finished and you were left with a dead end.

And she had tried. She really had. But there was no way to fight. She wasnt meant to be a guardian. She wasnt strong enough. She didnt even have the heart to blind it or to try what she had with Kerrigan. But she needed the guardians for that anyway. And wasnt that the kicker? She was in guardian form and she still had no powers. She was the most pathetic leader ever.

Because you werent meant to be a guardian. The spider hissed scuttling closer, legs braced in case it had to change directions quickly. Its front legs were poised and venom dripped from glistening fangs. It reminded her off a cross between the spider she and the guardians had been trapped with once and Miranda, Elyons former friend/passling eater.

But if she wasnt supposed to be a guardian how had she helped them fight off Kerrigan? How had she called their powers to herself? How had she made that ball of pink light? Surely if she wasnt meant to be a guardian; the heart wouldnt have worked for her.

If you were really meant to be the guardians leader, you would have destroyed-

Alright thats enough from you! A voice called out.

Will looked up just in time to see the shining white blade before it struck into the nook between the head of the spider and the round body. The spider cried out in agony and angled its head to try to reach the offending weapon but couldnt.

A figure dropped into a crouch before her and Will startled, almost falling over but the web kept her still. She stared stupidly at the girl dressed in a pair of jeans and a hoody. Blonde hair danced wildly in the preternatural wind and brought a flush to her polished alabaster skin. She looked over her shoulder and nodded. Immediately the constraints binding Will were eased and she looked down to see the silken threads flying loosely in the breeze.

Get back. The girl ordered.

Recognizing the command, she flew back out of the way. It was then she noted the translucent figure that stood behind the shining girl. She too was blonde but wore a dress of deep blue and held a strange scythe or something like that. Both girls looked to be the same height though the main difference was that one was solid and the other was not.

Will watched as they both leapt out of the way as the spider struck and it reminded her fiercely off the guardians. This was what they did. This was what she did. Why was she still standing here? Just because she wasnt really a guardian didnt mean that she couldnt still fight. She had wings and she had fought quite well for the past couple of years. Or year, she should say. She had helped Caleb and she had rescued Cornelia and she had restored Elyon to the throne. Well not her by herself but she had helped. She had come up with plots and strategies. She was still a guardian until she got home and returned the heart to Elyon.

Thats if she got home, a sly voice whispered. But she had to get home. She couldnt be dead. Why else would these girls be helping her? She couldnt be dead or if she was and these girls were angels, they were saving her for a reason. She wasnt going to be stuck here. If that was her fate, they would have left her where she was. They would have let that spider do what it wanted to her. They had rescued her for a reason.

She pushed into the air and flapped her wings rapidly, eyes narrowed as she surveyed the scene before her. The girl and the ghost seemed to be just dodging the spider. It had eight eyes so it was well able to keep its attention on both of them so what were the girls aiming for? The neck? In any attempt to kill a bad guy, go for the neck. Or so she thought. Lop its head off and there wasnt much it could do. But still it was a spider and she didnt like spiders ever since that time they had been attacked by that giant eight legged arachnid in that tank in Phobos castle.

So how to lop off its head?

Around her the area was beginning to change. Under the girls feet, a crack was beginning and before either could make a move, the ground crumbled and both fell. Without hesitating, Will flew in and grasped the solid one under the arms.

Thanks. Came the distracted reply before she looked up. But I thought I told you to stay back.

You were going to fall. Will replied grimly dropping her neatly down upon a floating column. So how do we stop this thing?

Morbeg? I dont know. Been trying for years. Aint been getting anywhere.

You were trying to sever its head, right?

Yeah the neck is the weakest point in her exoskeleton but its too tough to cut through. Besides, she wont stand still long enough, the auld bat!

Irish, Will realized hearing the thick brogue coming through into the accent. It wasnt as pronounced as Collins or even Malachis but it was definitely there. Was this girl a faerie?

We need a distraction.

Aisling rolled her eyes. Good luck getting one of those. Cant you do something? Youre a guardian of the veil.

I dont have any powers. I just have the heart.

Wow, youre pretty useless, huh?

She tried to feel insulted but there was just something so honest about the words that she couldnt quite bristle at the words. What else was the girl supposed to think? She had said she had no powers; so she was pretty useless. It was the truth and you couldnt really take offence at the truth when you knew it yourself.

Will smirked. I may not have any powers but I can provide a good distraction.

Aisling studied her and her eyes warmed with mirth. Aye, I bet you can. Just dont go letting Morbeg think youre a fly. Her kind tends to eat them.

Will snorted out a laugh before she dived off the column and dipped low before flying up right in front of Morbeg before she swerved out of the way of a poised leg. She zipped in and out of the legs, hoping to disorientate the spider long enough for her to have a misstep. The spider stumbled to one side and Will soared out of the way, pausing in her flight to notice that the girl had gotten in close enough to cut off one of the spiders feet and was the spider wearing trainers? Yes, she was. How weird.

Shaking off the thought, she swooped down in again and rolled out of the way off Morbeg as she lashed out at her. Another leg whipped out and caught her in the hip. Will cried out as a slash of ugly red pain seared through her, vicious and hot. She spun through the air before she hit the ground hard, collapsing in a heap on a raised platform. She hissed and twisted her body to look at the gash even as the girl fired streams of light at the spider but it only bounced off her hairy body.

The girl flipped back and chanted something under her breath. A chunk of ice seemed to descend from the sky, squashing the spider underneath. The girl relaxed and Will slumped in relief. Now that was a cool power. Why couldnt Will do something like that?

The gash was shallow enough. She was lucky. It could have pierced her leg and then where would she be? Slowly, taking in big deep breaths to ignore the sharp, sweet pain, she rose shakily to her feet and began to hobble towards the girl with blonde hair.

Nice shot.

The girl shot her a fleeting grin. Thanks, good diversion tactics. Havent seen flying like that before.

Im Will.

Ash, short for Aisling.

Aislings a nice name.

Whats Will short for?

Wilma.

Aisling shot her a sympathetic look. Ouch.

You said- Will screamed as the ice chunk shattered and a huge hunk slammed into Aisling, sending the girl toppling into a chunk of rocks.

You are pitiful. Did you think that would defeat me? Morbeg hissed, as she slowly loomed over the red haired guardian. You are every bit as weak as he said. So pitiful. Its a shame to let you live.

Will swallowed back a scream and began to back up against the rocks. The Spider chuckled and continued to advanced, only a gash on its head showed that she had been injured by the chunk of ice that had fallen on top of her.

Such a miserable little creature. So-

A howl sounded and a wolf soared over Wills head, lunging at the spider before her. She screamed sharp and loud before quickly getting into the air. The wolf sunk its teeth into the spiders face and began to gnaw and worry at its flesh. Something squirted and black, gooey substance oozed down the face under the wolf before it was tossed away like a rag doll.

Will didnt waste time, grabbing Aisling and lifting her into the air away from the clutches of the spider demon. Aisling came to, groggy and with her head spinning.

Ouch. What happened?

Morbeg broke your ice chunk.

Oh, sorry, I wasnt concentrating. Quinns gonna have my head for that.

Id love to know who Quinn is but right now we have a little bit of a situation on our hands.

Aisling looked down and found the ground spinning beneath her. Ah, bugger. I might have not mentioned this before but hovering over the ground is the stuff of my nightmares.

Its either that or be spider food.

Ok, Ill choose you.

Will cursed as the spider began to crawl up the nearest cliff. I forgot they could climb walls.

Go higher! Aisling ordered. And wheres Saoirse?

Who? Will yelped, swerving in and out of the floating pillars that had appeared. Behind her she was aware of the spider leaping from pillar to pillar to reach them. Oh this was not good, this was really not good.

My sister.

The ghost?

Yes!

I dont know, she disappeared when you were fighting Morbeg and then this wolf attac-

Wolf? That was Saoirse.

Wha-

Not the time or the place. Ill explain later. Oh bugger, get us away from her.

That was what she was trying to do, dammit! And go where?!

Something hit Will in the back of the neck and she faltered, jerking forward and releasing her grip on Aisling in the process. She gasped as the girl screamed and the sickening thud that echoed a second later made her stomach churn. Her head spun dizzily and she could feel something warm sliding down her back.

Morbeg cackled, a wheezy sound that echoed through the space before she leapt towards where Aisling had fallen.

No, Will thought. Not another person. She couldnt risk losing another person who had tried to help her.

With that mantra repeating in her head, she dived down. The wind whistled in her ears, her eyes stung with tears and her face felt strained but she continued her fast descent, needing to reach Aisling first.

Morbeg reached the platform beside the blonde haired girl and with her eight legs hugging the rock, she leaned over.

With her nerves dancing viciously, her hair standing on end and her heart beat pounding violently; Will knew she wouldnt make it in time. She put on an extra bit of speed and watched in horror as something began to extend from Morbegs mouth. Something sharp and slimy and oh god, Aisling was going to die. Going to die because she tried to help her. Not again.

NO, I wont let this happen again! I will not lose anyone else!

Clouds filled the sky, hiding the stars and spasms of blue light danced through the smoky grey substance. Lightning shot down, crackling lines of blue electricity speared the ground around the spider causing her to jerk back. Sparks split and flew into the air, dust rose as rocks cracked and broke. More lightning danced around her in strobes that kept the spider trapped inside.

Will threw her head back, eyes filled with crackling blue energy and hair whipping in the air. Lightning!

She flung a hand towards the sky. The clouds rumbled and a streak of electric blue light snaked down. A jagged bolt of energy formed and meandered jerkily over the sky before she brought her hand down and directed it down upon the spider. The bolt, a javelin formed of pure volatile energy, shot straight down into the sword Aisling had lodged.

Morbeg screamed, a horror filled, blood curdling scream that burned the girls ears as the lightning entered the spiders body through the steel conductor. Forks of Lightning danced behind the floating figure that stood over her, arms folded, hair flying free and eyes glowing with power. In those eyes, Morbeg saw her death as her blood began to boil, her cells shriveled and died, her skin blackened under her exoskeleton, becoming crisp and fragile. Her heart bumped a few more times before it too became fried and everything became too much. It became harder to breathe. Harder to think. Movements became sluggish and then the light filled her eyes. Such fiery light and death came, a blessed pardon from the smell of burning flesh and the emptiness that had become her life.

Will watched the light die in her eyes and felt a wave of pity for the creature. Tears assaulted her eyes and her throat closed up as the creature exploded into ash. Choking, she felt as though she was choking and her head felt stuffy and so heavy on her neck. So damn heavy. The clouds cleared. The energy fled her cells leaving her nothing but sluggish and tired. So very tired. She closed her eyes, just for a minute and slowly floated down onto the ground. She just wanted to sleep and forget. Sleep and forget.

Morbeg! She looked around the dreamscape for the predator and frowned. Where was Morbeg? Had she left? That wasnt really Morbegs style. Unless

She looked around frantically for the red head she had been searching for. Her eyes fell on a bright dot of red and her heart stopped. Will was lying face down on the edge of the rock. Her sleeves, which had fallen away from her tiny wrists, were blowing lightly in the cool, eerie breeze that whistled between the columns of rocks. Her feet, clad in long purple boots, were dangling over the side of the rock.

Dont be dead, just dont be dead, she gasped as she crawled over to the body. Quinnll kill me.

Nl s bs.

Aisling looked over her shoulder at her older sister and scowled. Fat lotta help you were.

Bh m neamh-chomhfhosach.

Grand, you were unconscious. I was dropped from a great height. I think that beats you.

Competitive.

Of course. Im the younger twin; its in my nature to be competitive.

Saoirse raised a perfectly sculpted brow and Aisling rolled her eyes but didnt reply, instead she concentrated on taking Wills pulse. Strong and steady so she concluded that the girl had fainted from exhaustion. Well, running from a giant spider and flying around with extra weight couldnt be fun on the muscles.

Wheres Morbeg? Aisling suddenly demanded looking around for her arch nemesis.

Your friend took care of her. Killed her actually.

Aisling eased back onto her hunkers and looked up at her sister. Seriously? Now, how did she do that?

She called upon a She struggled for the right words, her English failing her. stoirm tintreach.

Aisling paused. Hold on, tintreach, that means lightning right? When her sister nodded, she scowled. I thought she had no powers. She told me she had no powers. You think she was lying?

I do not believe she is the type of person to lie.

Me neither, but To call lightning in the dreamscape isnt that big a deal I suppose. You can do whatever you want or desire here but within reason. She couldnt have called lightning unless it was in her to do so. Lightnings an element, wild magic, the element of chaos. Out of all of the elements, it is the one that doesnt obey unless it wants to, it can not be bent to someones will like Water or air who give their gifts freely. It has to be earned. So who is she and how did she kill Morbeg?

I could not see, Aisling. I was too far away. I feared you were dead.

Hmm, probably would have been if it hadnt been for her. She sighed and began to tap Wills cheek. Come on Will, wake up. I cant carry you and keep the gateway open. Will! Wake up, will you? Disigh anois, le do thoil.

Ash, if you do not understand Irish at the best of times, what makes you think that this American will understand it?

I was hoping it would scare her awake. Then she sighed and was just considering doing a water spell to wake the girl at her knees when she began to stir by herself. A soft whimper made its way past Wills lips and her brow furrowed, a line forming between her screwed up eyes. Slowly those eyes began to open and blurry cinnamon eyes met concerned golden ones. Will sat up suddenly only to grasp her head as pain slashed through it. Ow.

Yeah, you look buggered.

Saoirse rolled her eyes at her sisters not so nice description. How do you feel?

Will shook her head, squeezing her eyes shut in an attempt to block out the pounding violence at her temples. Like Ive been hit with a truck. Other than that, Im just dandy.

Well, on the upside, you werent hit by a truck. You just slew an arachnid beast. Care to tell me how?

The red head bit her lip as she struggled to think past anything but the pain in her head and the tiredness in her limbs that left her feeling as weak as a kitten. I dont remember.

Saoirse-

It does not matter. All that matters is that we get you out of here alive. Saoirse offered kindly, extending her hand to help the young woman to her feet. Call the gateway.

Aisling nodded grimly and plopped herself down on the ground, and with outspread movements, she drew her finger through the earth. Then into the outline, she poured some of her magic, watching as the trickle of molten white liquid-like substance began to seep around the circumference. A shining light rose from the circle, shimmering around the perimeter.

You have learned much, mo deirfir.

Without looking up from the runes she was beginning to draw, Aisling answered her sisters compliment. Cinnte, Quinns a good teacher.

Saorises head tilted to the side, confused. Quinn teaches you?

Sa. Didnt he teach you?

No. What does Grandmother think of this?

Not much. Actually she hates it. She confided with a grin. A mham had to- She broke off, realizing that this wasnt a conversation to have in the presence of strangers. Her loose tongue was going to get her beheaded; Quinn always said it would be her mouth that broke her nose. She figured it was some sort of old proverb that she had never heard of before but it made some sort of sense when applied to her penchant for speaking out of turn. She quickly amended her sentence. Mum persuaded her to let him teach me.

Will looked between the two sisters and frowned. They were identical and shared some mannerisms but there was something off about them. The way they talked to each other. There was a familiarity to it but none of the companionship she shared with her fellow guardians, her family. It was as though they were strangers.

Her attention was diverted to the shimmering drawings the girl was etching into the ground. Dark Purple, almost black and flickering softly as though there was candlelight reflecting off it. She didnt recognize the two symbols positioned in front of her and to the right. Was she a faerie? Will wondered not for the first time.

What do you think youre doing, a banphrionsa?A smooth cultured voice demanded casually.

Will froze and her gaze darted about frantically for the dark faerie that had caused all this trouble. Sensing her panic, Saoirses grip tightened on her. Its ok. Kerrigan cannot freely travel this world.

To her credit, Aisling didnt look up but she did still in her movements before she began to deliberately draw the rune for Thurisaz, the thorn of protection. There was no point telling Will that he could enter when she called the gateway. About to scupper your plans, Kerrigan.

I sent the delightful Will there for a reason, to make a point to the young rebel leader and their guardians.

Is that how youre justifying your actions to yourself this time? You always were creative, Kerrigan. Aisling murmured; pouring her power into Thurisaz and watching as it too began to glimmer with purple energy.

I have reasons for my actions, a banphrionsa.

You always did. She murmured, beginning the final rune, Raidho, the Rune of Travel.

Still so bitter, mo banphrionsa?

Will frowned, sensing the history between the two, her eyes locking in on how the young girl sitting on the ground stilled at the unfamiliar words that lingered in the cold air around them.

I am not your anything.

He laughed with delight, the sensual sound making them all, including the ghost, shiver before each one of them shuddered with revulsion at their reactions.

He is a Leannn Sidhe, they exude pheromones to make you lust for them. It is in their DNA as you mortals would say. It is natural. Saoirse whispered to Will, hoping to calm the girl and ease her conscious.

I would have thought you would be happy with Quinn at your side. You chose him after all.

Youre a worm, Kerrigan. How do you reason your treachery? How will you escape the Queen when she marches against your King?

Another chuckle. Such loathing, mo banphroinsa. Do you not respect a King?

Not yours, no.

Ah, you wish for Quinn to be King of the Dark Throng and you shall be Queen of the Shining Throng and you will rule the fey together. But you wont be together, Aisling, do you not realize that? You can never be together if youre in separate courts. But I can help you. He whispered softly, his words caressing the ears of the young faerie. I can grant you your hearts desire.

Aisling stilled, considering his words for a brief second before she smiled. Will stepped forward ready to snap her savior out of her thoughts, when the girl spoke still smiling triumphantly. Thats what you offered the guardian of Earth. Thats how you got into her dreams. You bastard. You slimy little weasel. What did you offer her, Kerrigan? A Malibu Barbie set? A Gucci Handbag? A yearly subscription to Bliss Magazine?

You never did understand the minds of teenagers, even when you were one. I offered dear Cornelia her hearts desire, but she accepted and I collected my boon as was my right! His voice became hard and brittle as it slapped at the girl sitting on the hard rock drawing runes into the ground.

Suddenly before them a stone arch formed before them. Aisling stood up, dusting off her black jeans as she surveyed the new appearance. She held up a hand and murmured a few words and suddenly pinpricks of light began to burst out of the space between the stone arch. Then the light spread until it filled the entrance. And then in the light, there was a figure leaning casually against the frame.

A Banphrionsa, Will and Princess Saoirse, too. My, what a welcoming committee.

Will gasped and stepped back, only stopping when Saorise caught her arm with her phantom hand and when Aisling moved to shield them from his vision.

Kerrigan, do not enter this world. It is not for you.

I have rights to be here.

What do you want?

I want you to stay out of my business. He replied, casually unsheathing a knife and running it lazily over his finger. If I have to use force, mo banprionsa, I will, for you have interfered with my business for the last time.

Now whos bitter? Aisling quipped dully, unimpressed with his threat.

He glared at her and stepped through the entrance. It would be easier if you were just to hand the girl over to me.

Where would the fun in that be?

He smirked and inclined his head in acknowledgement and then he was gone. Aisling whipped round to find him with Will clutched firmly against him, a knife positioned at her throat, a thin crimson line snaking its way down her skin.

Put that knife down! Do you want to die?

His level look darkened. Always were reluctant to act, werent you Aisling? Not like your sister, she would have struck first, talk later. Isnt that right, Saoirse?

Aisling closed her eyes, struggling for patience and then her eyes snapped open, her eyes glowing gold. Do not challenge me in this world. You have no hope of standing against me. Now get out! With that, she flung up her hand and the knife flew out of his hand and sailed through the air. Will tore his arm away from her and stumbled over to Aisling, who quickly pushed her behind her body.

Kerrigan cursed and his eyes went wild. Do not push me princess.

Im not pushing you Kerrigan, Im giving you a fair warning. You have stirred up more than you bargained for. The queen may have let the previous transgressions of the King pass before, but with Quinn and Princess Elyon pushing at Celeste for action, she will no longer be able to stand back. You have brought war upon you. Give back the Guardian of Earth and things might be salvaged, keep her and you will die.

The Leannn Sidhe seemed to think about this for a moment and then he threw his head back and laughed richly, startling the three women. For a moment, you sounded like the Princess you claim to be.

Im not a Princess.

No No, you arent. But you will not get in my-

He broke off, choking as Aisling slipped her curved dagger along her arm. Blood welled and she snapped up her hand, calling the power that flowed in her blood.

In this world, I have power over you. You are nothing here. You will leave and you will not dare to send another mortal to this world. Brigid help me, I will destroy you if you do.

The power flared and hit Kerrigan square in the chest. Immediately lacerations split his skin and blood spattered and seeped out of the cuts and wounds. He glared at her and stepped forward, summoning his own power only to be met with a golden shield. He snarled at her and she waved her hand, flinging him into the endless night sky. Will watched him disappear into a black dot and then he was completely gone. She stared at the girl in front of her in awe. She had defeated Kerrigan so simply and didnt look at all exhausted. She, with her guardians hadnt been able to make him back up a step.

That was amazing.

Aisling shook her head. In the dream realm, you can do anything. I just have more power than most, than anyone actually.

But its limited. Kerrigan spoke appearing before them. Will screamed and Aisling stiffened before she stretched out her hand and allowed the blood to drip down upon the runes she had previously drawn. Light flashed and suddenly there was nothing but darkness.

And that brings us to an end of another chapter. Yeah it wasn’t that long but it was filled with actiony stuff and rather random stuff but I enjoyed writing it. If there’s any irish in there that it’s understandable then PM me or review and I’ll give you the translation. Most of it should make sense with the conversation.

Any other questions feel free to ask. I’m really sorry for the long wait but I have several other stories that require attention too. But I hope you enjoyed this. It was really fun to write.

Zadien

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