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Post by David on Aug 11, 2007 16:03:29 GMT -5
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Post by David on Aug 11, 2007 16:04:20 GMT -5
DC2 Challenge [/b] Week 13: “Power Struggle” Written by: Brian Burchette Cover by: Craig Cermak Edited by: David Charlton[/center] |
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Post by David on Aug 11, 2007 16:04:39 GMT -5
Morgaine Le Fay hovered in one of the many darkened rooms that they had acquired when they took over the castle. Although it was difficult to see behind her gold mask, her eyes were closed and she was concentrating intensely. Next to her, on the floor, was her son, Klarion, who sat very still and waited patiently; stroking his cat and studying his mother.
That smile in her voice came through when she finally broke the silence, “They are coming back to Earth, my son. Now, give me your hand, and we shall begin.”
He nodded as he reached up to her and grasped his smaller hand into hers. There was a power that erupted from both of them. It came from their blackened souls and reached out towards the sky.
Those in the small town of Dunster, still struggling to repair the damage that had been caused by mother and son, gazed upon the castle on the hill and watched as a majestic shade of purple light exploded from the top of the ancient building, shooting straight into the sky. Many ran back into their homes or shelter, wondering what would come next.
“I can feel them,” Le Fay murmured dreamily. “He has the both in his grip, but his powers stem from a different source then ours. We can reach them; I know we can, my son. Can you give me more, my precious child?”
“Of course, mother,” he said obediently and closed his eyes, letting his power flow through him and into her.
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Post by David on Aug 11, 2007 16:05:03 GMT -5
As Power Girl and the one who was once known as Firestorm hurtled towards Earth, they were struck by the magic, and it enveloped them. They fought, struggled inside their minds. Three minds, now battling for supremacy.
Then suddenly, it was over, and Eclipso let out a cry of anger as he felt one of them slipping away from his grasp. While Firestorm continued on his chosen path, Power Girl had veered off, and was heading towards the Eastern Hemisphere… England to be exact.
Morgaine Le Fay sighed in triumph as she let go of her son’s hand. “You have done well, my boy. I had hoped for both, but this one will be more then sufficient. She is young, strong, and when the time is necessary, she will be the general who leads us to our ultimate goal.”
Klarion smiled.
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Post by David on Aug 11, 2007 16:06:01 GMT -5
Hank and Don Hall had landed at Heathrow already and were well on their way to Dunster; neither one had said much to each other since their transformation.
“How much farther?” Hank asked his brother as he leaned against the passenger door. The idea of being the passenger on the left side of the car was still disorienting to him.
“A little over an hour, I think. Hank… are you absolutely sure about this?”
Hank clenched his fists, but remained calm, “This is where the vision told me we had to go. We have a duty to perform, at Dunster Castle. If we don’t eliminate that threat, then the balance will tip so far towards Chaos that we may never be able to bring it back.”
“I know, I saw the castle as well, but I also saw the mountain. We must get to Challengers Mountain.”
“We will!” Hank almost shouted in frustration. “As soon as we stop whatever is going on here. This is where Hawk and Dove are needed. Now leave me alone. You got to sleep on the plane, it’s my turn to try and catch a few winks,” he said as he closed his eyes.
Don said nothing more and Hank eventually fell into a restless doze as images appeared in front of him. Dark and disturbing images. He sensed an evil that was not only coming from somewhere around him, but somehow deep down inside him as well. And a phrase that echoed into the furthest reaches of his brain…
ALL HAIL MONARCH, RIGHT HAND OF ECLIPSO![/b]
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Post by David on Aug 11, 2007 16:06:37 GMT -5
Power Girl, her eyes slightly glazed over, landed softly inside the castle’s main entryway. She said nothing as the two approached her, standing there as if she were nothing more than a mannequin ready to be used or displayed.
“Welcome, most powerful one. You have been blessed to be the general of a great army that will be created by me and my son. With you in charge of them, we shall reign supreme when the chaos begins. Your servitude to the great Morgaine Le Fay will be rewarded one hundred fold.”
“No mother,” came the small voice of Klarion.
“What was that darling?” Morgaine asked in confusion as she looked down upon her son. Her eyes widened as she saw, for the first time, the full comprehension of power that lay beneath his black eyes.
“I said no mother,” he replied simply, the voice still that of an innocent child. “Her servitude will be to Prince Klarion; as will yours.”
A dangerous and powerful spell crept over her. She did not know when it had been cast, it had been so subtle, and--- she realized now--- had gone on for so long, that he must have started from the moment they had awakened. In the seconds before the final moments before the spell took over, her emotions were conflicted: outrage for being tricked was fighting with the swelling of pride that she had taught him so well; there was so much power in him. Then a darkness over took her mind, and she was no longer in control of herself.
Klarion picked up his cat, which was mewing quietly, and smiled. “Now, bow to Prince Klarion.”
Stiffly, both Morgaine Le Fay and Power Girl, knelt in front of the child, their heads bowed submissively.
The boy squealed in delight, not unlike a child who has discovered the gift he had been yearning for all year, under the Christmas tree.
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Post by David on Aug 11, 2007 16:07:02 GMT -5
To Be Continued
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Post by mockingbird on Jul 28, 2011 13:08:10 GMT -5
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