(OLD) Fated Wonders:Warrior

Chapter 6: Memory

   Darkness.

   It was the only thing he could see.

   Malin was wandering around aimlessly in the endless void, not having a single idea of what he was doing, or where he was. The only thing he remembered before blacking out was immense pain. While it wasn't there anymore, it was almost like it was clinging to his mind, giving him a migraine. "For the love of everything holy, where am I?!" He shouted into the dark, only getting his echoed voice in reply . . .

   A sudden flash of light blinded the mage for a split second, fading away and showing a new scene: a couple stood in front of a child, the parents looking crestfallen. The woman was an elf, and a beautiful one in fact. Her long gold hair shined with her orange orbs, jewelry amplifying her exquisite and rare beauty. Her outfit was of royalty, the rich, velvet dress with gold thread and a headdress of the most fabulous feathers giving it away. The father, too, was an elf, and had spiky silver hair with the same eyes of the mother. His outfit of a fancy white tunic and a short red cape around his shoulders also showed royalty, with a headdress similar to the queen's.

   But the child . . .

   It looked like a younger Malin, with the same gold hair that framed his elvish features and amber eyes that glowed. While his attire didn't match the richness of the king and queen, it was still obvious that the child was a prince. He wore a gold headband with an emerald in the center.

   "Ailduin, listen to me very closely," The mother spoke softly, silver tears started to gleam in her eyes. "Draconian soldiers have entered Obiapia, but they won't get you . . ." The child now certainly known as Malin's younger self (By Malin's spectulations) just started at her, eyes filled with confusion. "Son, you're going to have to be on your own for a little while," The father's deep voice rumbled, "We're going to hide your ears so that the Draconians will shrug you off as human, since they have never seen you before."

   The queen's wrists glowed with silver mist, a common trait of elves if they chose not to hide it, and she cupped a hand over each of Malin's pointed ears. A few seconds later and she removed her hands, his ears now like a humans. The father looked deep into child Malin's eyes and said, "Run into the forest, and head for the Imp Elves. They are aware that you'll be on your way."

   Malin nodded, seeming to be filled with determination. The couple lowered themselves down and gave their son one last goodbye hug. A small voice said, "I'll make it, mom, dad,"

   "Trust me . . ."

   The scene evaporated into nothingness, erased from time now. Malin had a dozen emotions flying around in his head: sorrow, confusion, anger, heartbroken, and betrayal being the biggest. His memories reeled back to possibly the first one he had: Kept in a cold, small, metal cage with Lilith, who looked as desperate as him. Draconians had kept the two of them confined from the world, and he never knew why. Lilith just said she saw them dragging him, knocked out cold. She tried to stop them, but if you put five fully-trained warriors who could turn into deadly dragons at a moment's notice, the odds aren't going to be in a girl who didn't have magic or wasn't even a teen, yet.

   Malin had always considered Lilith as a sister. She never questioned how he had such powerful magic, never questioned why his mind had no previous memories, and didn't question who he was. She was a sweet, yet hotheaded, little sister to him.

   Something felt as if someone just bashed his skull in. He howled in agony and fell down, holding the back of his head. His head was being flooded, but it wasn't all just pain.

   They were memories . . .

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   "Welp, he's out cold," The man with spiky gold hair and eyes like Takeshi's when he was hungry said, scratching his chin. Astra had forgotten his name already. "Thanks, Captain Obvious," Astra growled harshly, still hovering a wing over Malin. Sky was kneeled under her wing next to Malin, doing anything she could to snap him out of it. The burn wounds on his back were already healed, thanks to the work of Bella's magic. Lynn was asleep, and almost everyone was questioning the strange magic (or whatever it was) that she performed. And Astra was just guarding Malin from any more dangers, not wanting another thing to happen to Des's friend. 

   Wait, she was Des's friend, not the magical shrimp! She still hated Malin for leaving Des to die abandoned, and she generally liked Nimriel for the short period of time she had seen her. If it weren't for her, Astra would of probably ripped Malin to shreds very painfully. But, that was in the past, and she had herself to blame for Des's capture.

   It wasn't my fault! What am I saying?!

   But I had failed to protect him . . .

   It was his own fault! And it was a GOD!

   But still . . .

   Astra just shook her head, clearing her mind of those terrible thoughts. It was a mix of her fault and his's, not just one person's! That made her feel a little better in her mind, but the thought of Des made her heart drop a bit. 

   There was a shriek of pain, and Sky had jumped in alert, nearly hitting her head on Astra's wing. She ducked her head underneath to see Malin's breathing was getting shallow. "MALIN, WAKE UP ALREADY!' Sky hollered, raising a hand and getting ready to slap him. But right before her palm made contact with his cheek, Malin's hand shot up with superhuman reflexes and grabbed her wrist, stopping the blow. "Don't slap. I'm up." Malin said quietly, eyes now opened. Sky and Astra's jaws dropped in confusion and surprise. Astra must of noticed before Sky since she completely overlooked Malin's elf ears.

   "YOU'RE AN IDIOT, HAVING ME WORRIED TO DEATH!" Sky snapped, voice as angry as it could be. Malin just remained calm, still holding her wrist. Astra's tail snaked near his ear, barely poking it. "Explanation." She demanded firmly. She knew Malin was smart enough not to attack her or refuse to answer since she could probably slice him across the chest easily and without effort. Malin inhaled sharply at her words.

   "Uh . . . It's a long story that should be explained later," He said.

   Wrong answer, shortie,

    Astra just wrapped her tail around one of his legs and yanked him up high, blowing out a plume of flames near his face. "I want an explanation, and I would like it now," She said rather harshly. Malin's face turned to panic. "Look, I'm being serious, it's a story best for later," He said, guarding his face with his hands. Astra just stared at him, fury in her eyes. "I am NOT the type of person that just waits for an answer 'later' when I would like one now!" She let out a low hiss before a fireball appeared in her jaws. Astra roared before firing:

   "OGON PO GOTOVNOSTI, SESTRA!" 

A/N: IT'S DONE OMS YES! :D

It's a little shorter than planned, but I really wanted to get it out!

~Ashy