Wolfdanes' Mask (2)

Chapter 11: Cinders upon a Wolfdane

Oriana felt the pulsing grow stronger and the trickles of smoke tickled the insides of her palms. Her mouth grew dry, and her vision grew weary. Her stature was becoming unsteady, and the rage within her kept growing until she felt she couldn't hold it in anymore.

Erebus growled lowly, and took a stance. He thought his tricks would work on the Wolfdane girl, but he knew once she noticed the sudden difference in her memory, she would catch on. To quickly for his taste, his last "love" didn't catch on, until it was time for her "true death". Erebus whispered harsh words under his breath, and felt the ground respond to his commands with quick precisions. With a harsh croaky voice, Erebus lashed out at Oriana with a dark sickly looking orb that seemed to eat away the ground and air around the two.

Oriana took in a deep breath as the blast made her fall to her knees, but it wasn't enough to make her completely fall to her death. She knew deep down what the Dark Deity wanted, and she wasn't ready or willing to give her soul away.

Not yet... She thought angrily, and brought up her now glowing cinder hands.

The pulse that she released towards the Dark Deity grew vastly as it came into contact with the deadly air and overpowered the Dark Deity's own pulse. Her hands grew dim, and became a solid cinder color and etched its' way upwards her arm, making her feel her breath hitching up and soon it became harder to breathe. When she felt the ground under her body, she felt the deadly coolness overtake her, but not before two dark boots appeared before her fading vision.

"That was a bit harsh, Wolfdane. Guess you're not ready for me to take your soul yet. But," the black boots stepped back and darkness started to swarm around her form. "Soon, it will be mine. For know you can return to the Living World, but I will let you keep that new ability. For you will need it for the upcoming war."

"A new revolution shall take its' stand, and I will see you at the top. Where I will be waiting for you to take what is truly yours, and mine." Erebus said darkly, and with a sickly smile.

When Oriana came to, she was surrounded by darkness, but she could see as clear as, well day. Blinking her vermillion eyes, Oriana reached out in front of her and felt cold harsh soil crush between her palm. This was the real world. The Living World, and she was back, but for how long was she gone? She knew that there had to be a time difference between the two worlds, and the last thing she remembered was...

Shaking her head, she tried to remember what the last thing she had done, or the last person she talked with. What was it, that was holding back those memories. Memories she knew that were important, that held cherished times, and that meant something to her. And yet, her she was trying her damnedest to remember, remember those forgotten memories. Clenching her teeth, Oriana shook her head as the nauseous feeling overcame her being.

"Not know, I need to remember." With a heavy sigh, Oriana touched the ground once more and made herself remember the times she had with her family. The times she had with her friends in school and the people she knew in Under-Niji. Then she made herself remember him. But then the nauseous feeling came back ten times, and that was when the world suddenly came to a sudden halt for her.

Darkness consumed Oriana's vision, and being. The ground suddenly became Oriana's friend, the coolness helped keep her body at a decent temperature and her head felt cooler. The nauseous feeling calmed down quickly and her vision became clearer. This was too weird, but then again she seen and felt weirder.

Taking a chance to look down at her hands, she saw that the cinder touch never faded. Erebus truly did let her keep that pulse ability, which seemed to take an ill affect on her body. But wasn't she suppose to be dead back in thatworld? And know she's in the Living World, but she didn't feel alive. Retouching the soil, Oriana reassured herself that she was in the Living World, and not in Limbo anymore.

This was know and that was then. Breathing in deeply, Oriana started to hum one of the many songs her mother used to sing to her brother's and her.

U.C.?

A sudden image of a white haired teen suddenly appeared in front of Oriana, making tears suddenly form in the corners of her vermillion eyes.

"U.C....." cradling her head, Oriana shook uncontrollably as the many memories of U.C., her best friend, teacher and lover came back with a sickly pace.

"U.C.!"

U.C. POV

Grey garnet eyes turned towards the voice that seemed to be calling out to him, but there was no one there. Shaking his head, U.C. scratched the back of his white head, and glanced back at his old friends who seemed to keep arguing non-stop.

"Can we do something about these two? They're giving me a headache...." C4 complained, and growled low under his breath.

"Hey, Ugo have any of those candy sticks that I keep hearing about?" Jeanne came up to U.C. and slapped her mouth and mumbled a sorry towards U.C..

"No problems, kiddo. I'm probably going to be hearing that for awhile," U.C. rubbed the back of his head. "Then again, it's going to be odd hearing that name again..." Sighing, U.C. glanced at his friends who came from god knows where, and then back towards C4. Then he took a glance at the city he had been staying in for a couple of years.

"Ugo?! Candy sticks?"

U.C. then felt a jab in his side, making him flinch in pain. Clutching his side, and his probably know bruised ribs and possibly lung, U.C. felt C4 slip a hand into his many pockets and found a "Candy stick". Then proceeded to tease the little pixie girl. Which came to a sudden end for C4.

"Don't mess with us Hanyou sisters. Especially, when it comes to sugar!"