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The girl looked around her room one last time before leaving.
<I'm leaving everything old behind now.> The girl was
dressed in black flair pants, a black leather jacket, a green
halter top that matched the emerald green of her almond shaped
eyes, with green and black boots.
But there was something strange about the girl, for one thing
she had black feathers and a beak, and the other thing was the
acastinal flicker of green fire around her fingers, magic. In
other words, she was a duck. A Talent, well, the new and second
POWER actually*(Note: The POWER is the highest and rarest position
in magic. Most are called magic-users, or the second highest
rank, A Talent. In history, there has only ever been one other
POWER, The Rowan. See story The Rowan… And the Beginning
of a Legend to find out who she is.)
The girl glanced in the mirror, brushing her hair to a shiny
gloss. Her black hair was parted far to the left, leaving the
right side to curl half way over her right eye. The rest of her
hair fell to her waist curling up slightly. Then she sighed.
<Well, Kit Valentine Icefire Hepburn DeCaine, its time.
I can't miss the bus from Sacramento to Anaheim. And the bus
to my new life.> Her whole world had changed about a week
ago when she had been sucked into a trap along with the Mighty
Ducks. She
had been human then, daughter of the decreased David Icefire,
adopted
sister to Rayan and Brian Hepburn, twins, the second richest people
in the world. Until she found out that she was really Kit DeCaine,
daughter of Drake DeCaine. Instinct made her look down at her
watch, to see that she had five mins. to get to the bus station
before it left.
Ten mins later, Kit was on the bus, heading to her new life
and Anaheim, home of the Mighty Ducks. People were still getting
on the bus, so she waited inmaptinly. "Excuse me, is this
seat taken?" A heavily accented Brooklyn voice asked her,
sounding very familiar. The girl looked up; to make eye contact
with a dark jade colored eye.
"What are ya doin' here?!" Kit gasped, utterly
surprised. As he pushed his bag into the stowaway compartment,
he answered, "Wildwing thought
ya might like havin' someone travel with ya." Then he gave
a shove and his bag finally went in. Kit grinned, "Havin'
some trouble? I got all mine in without any trouble."
He glanced down at her, "So THAT'S why my bag won't go
in, there's a million others in there." Kit shook her head;
her long raven colored hair flying out. "Nop, only four
duffel bags."
"Are ya sure ya only got four? From all the trouble
its takes ta get something in there, it feels like a hundred."
He asked. Kit hesitated, then said, "Its all I wanted
ta take, the rest was at the Hepburn's house. I left
almost everything of mine 'n dad's at our old house when Mr. Hepburn
adopted me." Suddenly the bus jerked, everyone finally on.
Kit was silent for the first five min. then she asked, "Mumm,
how come Wildwing sent
ya? I mean, why not Mallory or Nosedive?"
Duke glanced down at the short girl. "Well, he didn't
want ya 'n Nosedive ta go nuts when ya met again 'n get inta mischief,
'n Wildwing just thought that I was da best for the job."
Kit sensed that he wasn't telling her something, but ignored
it.
"So why did he think I needed someone ta travel with?"
"It's a long way from Sacramento ta Anaheim." Kit
felt insulted by this comment.
"I can take care of myself!" Duke looked at Kit,
those enchanting
emerald green eyes flaring up at him. "Maybe, but Wildwing
thought just
in case Draongas decided ta do somethin'. And he also said its
all gonna be new ta ya, what with everythin' ya've gone through,
discoverin' who ya really are 'n all."
"Oh." Kit pulled out a CD player and turned it on,
pulling the headphones over her ears, zoning out the window.
He didn't mind, it gave him another chance to study her. Her
short 5'2 frame was slouched on the seat, her long wavy raven
hair spilled out over her shoulders. They were two of her most
striking features, her spell binding green eyes and her long black
hair which had been brushed to a glossily shine that made you
want to touch and stroke it. Her black feathers had a healthy
gloss to them, kindda strange, very few people had black feathers.
And her personality, well, she was one in a billion. It was
a kindda quirky personality, she could been a sweet, fun lovin'
gal one moment, the next, she ripe your head off for the smallest
remark. But she loved sports, and she exercised a lot, heh,
she was in better shape that most athletes were in. They still
weren't sure how good she was at hockey, but he'd bet that she
was great at it. Oh, she said she wasn't very good, but she
down graded herself a lot. It was funny, the way she could have
so much confidence, and yet think so little of herself. Duke sighed,
then pulled out a magazine and started reading; after all, this
looked like it was going to be a long trip.
It was 11:15 at night and the bus had gone two hundred miles.
And they had just now made it to the coast. Kit yawned, she
was tired from the trip, but they still had a long ways ta go.
"If ya want ta go ta sleep, ya can lean on me." Duke
offered. Kit glanced over at him. "Is that okay with ya?"
She asked with her Texas accented voice. <Ya don't know how
okay it is with me.> he thought but said, "Yeah, 'n ya
need ta get some sleep. We've still got a long way." Kit
sifted, then leaned her head against him, pulling her slender
legs up onto the seat, then drifting of to sleep.
He looked down at her, admazed. She had a lot of the habits
that most thieves had. One, the way she always stood with her
back to a wall, another, the way she was always on her guard,
the way her feet never made a sound. She also slept lightly,
and could go to sleep with ever she wanted. Defiantly strange
for a girl who'd lived most of her life pampered. Kit shifted,
then curled up to him. Gently he put his arm around her, trying
to make her more comfterble.
It was funny, the way she adovided all suggestion of romance<Not
that I'm interested> He reminded himself, when she was awake,
but asleep, her vulnerabilities came out. Absently he stroked
her hair, thinking back to a couple days ago…………………………….
"Wildwing?" Wildwing turned at the sound of
his name, "Yeah Duke?"
Duke sat next to him on the benches, "When's yar cousin,
Kit DeCaine, coming?"
"She said she'd be back in about a couple of days. She
had to pack her stuff, things like that." He answered.
"Oh." Duke was silent for a moment, "So where's
she from?"
Wildwing thought. "Kit said she was from Sacramento,
the capital of California. She and her dad had a house there.
From what I got, most of
her life she'd lived there."
"Sacramento. That's a long way away. It's in da upper
part of California."
"I know. I'm worried about her making the trip by herself;
Draongas could kidnap her and use her as a hostage, who knows.
And she's got a lot to deal with, learning that she's not a human,
but a duck, who she is, who her dad was, all that stuff, its a
lot for one person to deal with all in one whap." Wildwing
mused.
"Yeah. Ummm, Wildwing, I kindda got an idea."
Wildwing looked at Duke, "What is it?"
"Wellllll, I thought maybe I could go Sacramento, meet
her on da bus 'n travel down with her. That way she wouldn't
be alone 'n I'd be there if anything happened." Duke proposed
his idea.
Wildwing thought about it for a moment, then said, "That
sounds good to me. I know I'd feel better if someone was with
her." <Ya're not da only one.> Duke thought. "So
how soon can you be ready?" Wildwing asked Duke.
"I'll start packin' right now." Duke headed for
the door, then turned around as Wildwing said, "You know,
Duke, even though Kit lived more than 5000 years ago, she's only
18."
Duke laughed. "Believe me, Wildwing, I'm not interested
in getting' involved with anyone 12 years younger than me. My
interest in your little cousin is only as a big brother."
<Oh really?> his inner voice said, questioning him.
"Hey, Duke, what's up?" Kit Texas accented voice
brought him out of his flashback. He looked down at her.
"What do ya mean?" He asked.
She frowned, "Ya sounded angry."
"Believe me, its nothing. Go back to sleep." He
said, looking down at her, wondering what she'd meant.
Suddenly the bus lurched as a blast flung it off the road!
The bus spun, hitting the guardrail, then groaning as the bus
fell down the steep incial, rolling over 'n over. People screamed
as the bus rolled down toward the rushing river, glass flying
as all the windows broke. Kit winced as one long sharp piece
hit her arm, cutting it to the bone. Another scrapped her cheek,
blood appeared on her face from the glass.
Then the bus stopped. It had hit a tree that was holding it
up from the river, but the tree groaned, not strong enough to
hold the bus for long. "Okay everyone, carefully file
out da back emergency exit, slowly and carefully, no rushing or
panicking, children 'n ladies first please." A voice started
directing, and then Kit realized it was her voice. "Would
da men please help da ladies 'n da kids? Thank ya." Kit
said in a calm voice, trying to encourage the people. She looked
over at Duke on the seat next to her; he was out cold, whacked
over the head with a falling bag from the storage compartments.
She waited until almost everyone was out, then asked one of the
men, "Could ya please help me? My friend is out cold 'n
I doubt I'm strong enough to get him out."
"Sure lady." The man nodded and lifted Duke up and
carried him out.
The man looked to see if the girl who had asked him was coming,
then saw that she was crawling toward the front of the bus! "Hey!
Come back! If you get close enough, you'll get trapped with
the bus!" He yelled at her. But Kit ignored him, trying
to get something. She reached for the first aid kit, missed,
then tried again. This time she got it. Very slowly she crawled
backwards toward the exit, then froze as the bus groaned and tilted
forward towards the river. Kit whipped around and ran, jumping
out just as the bus went splashing into the river. Kit paused,
trying to catch her breath as looked at the place where the bus
had been, thinking of what a close call she'd had. Then she felt
arms wrap around her, pressing her shivering body to his. "Ya're
trembling." A voice said quietly next to her ear. Kit stiffened
then relaxed back against Duke. "I got da first aid kit."
She whispered, not wanting to talk any louder less he or anyone
else heard the fear in her voice. She rested her head on his
chest, tired from it all. It had seemed like years, but had all
happened in ten min, it was now 11:45.
"Ya did good, but ya shouldn't have done that. Wildwing
would of killed me if ya had of gotten hurt." <Killed
myself is more like it, for letting anything happen to her.>
He thought as he stroked her hair.
Kit pulled away; "Here's the fist aid kit. Some people
are hurt and they need attention." She said, giving him
the kit. Duke sighed, there for a moment she'd trusted him, allowed
him to hold her. <Wait'd a min, why would I want ta hold her?!
The kid's 12 years younger than me for stars sake!> He thought,
suddenly confused.
Kit moved over to the group of huddled people, children crying,
women shivering from the close call. "Is anyone a doctor?"
She asked, trying to
put some cheerfulness in her voice. One middle-aged man raised
his hand. "Miss, I'm a certified doctor. How may I help?"
He asked, Kit answered back, "Please go around to everyone
'n help those who need medical care.
I can help ya a little with that sir." He nodded.
"My name is Doctor Andrews." Kit held out her hand.
"Kit DeCaine, nice ta meet ya sir. 'N my friend's name
is Duke L'Orange." Duke shook the doctor's extended hand.
Kit looked at Dr. Andrews, "Please, Dr. Andrews, sir, could
ya look at Duke's head? He got hit pretty hard with a fallin'
bag." Dr. Andrews nodded and started to check Duke, even
with Duke protesting that he didn't need to be.
Kit walked around, trying to help people. She comforted the
kids,
playing with them to take their minds off of what had happened.
An hour later, her head was spinning with dizziness. She fought
to stay up right, but didn't show any of this. Then she noticed
a woman who had a baby. "May
I help ya?" She asked softly. The woman nodded, so tired
she could hardly keep her eyes open. "Bless you child."
She said to Kit. "My name is Nancy Namrs." Kit took
the baby from her arms. "I'm Kit DeCaine." Kit said,
unzipping her backpack, the only thing she'd saved, it being on
her
back when the bus had rolled. Kit pulled out some jerky and a
candy bar, giving it to Nancy.
"Here, eat this, it'll help ya." Kit's voice was
soft, she was having trouble talking, and her throat just wouldn't
cooperate. And she was having trouble seeing the ground, her
legs shaking slightly. <But I can't rest, there's still a
lot ta be done.> she thought, not giving herself any rest,
and she held the baby carefully in her arms. Kit didn't realize
it, but she'd have been out long before if she weren't in such
great shape.
She walked over to the kids where Duke was trying to help Dr.
Andrews see what kind of injuries the kids had. Most of them
were fine.
"May I take the baby?" Another woman asked, Kit gratefully
giving the baby to her. Her right arm hurt, but Kit still helped
with the kids. They crowed around her, accepting the snacks she'd
packed in her backpack. The Kit notice one of the kids had only
a tee shirt on, and it was a cold night.
Kit walked over to the little girl, and knelt down. "Here,
its cold out." Kit said, pulling off her black leather jacket,
giving it to the girl.
"Thanks." Kit nodded in welcome, suddenly feeling
the cold stinging wind. <Last time I wear a halter top.>
she thought to herself. Kit walked over to Duke, "Duke,
I…." Suddenly her knees buckled and her world
went black.
Duke looked up as Kit walked over. She didn't have her
leather jacket on, only a small halter top. "Duke, I…"
then she collapsed, Duke chought her before she hit the ground,
then gasped as he saw her right arm. It was cut deep, bone showing
white through her black feathers, and blood was
matted in her feathers. She also had other cuts on her body,
ranging from serious to scraps. "Hey, Doc, I've got another
customer for ya!" he yelled to Dr. Andrews, trying to keep
the fear he suddenly felt out of his voice.
Dr. Andrews came over, then turned pale when he saw Kit. "By
glory, a wound like that and she was running around helpin' people?!"
He said in total disbelief.
Duke looked down at her, "Kit's like that, always puttin'
other before herself. She never shows pain, not, at least, in
the time that I've known her." He looked back up at the
doctor. "Where can I put her?" Duke asked.
"Well, we've got a place where we're trying to put all
of the people. Its
a cave about half a mile away." Dr. Andrews looked around.
"We've got almost everyone there, but can you carry her that
far?"
Duke nodded. "Yeah, Lets go, she need attention now."
Dr. Andrews glanced over at Kit. It had been a couple of
hours since she'd passed out, then he saw Kit stirring in her
sleep. She slowly opened her emerald green eyes, glancing around.
It appeared that they were in a cave of some sort. Outside the
rain was coming down in sheets, making the whole world look damp
and dark.
A hand was softly place on her bandaged arm. "So how
are you feeling my child?" Dr. Andrews asked her. She looked
up into his merry twinkling
blue eyes behind spectacles. "Umm, tired." She answered,
Dr. Andrews frowned. Her voice was barely whispering and she
sounded funny. And it was the first time she'd not addressed
him as "Sir".
"Don't try to say anything, you need to rest. You've
got some very
serious injuries young lady." She looked up at him, then
asked in a soft whisper, "How'd I get here?"
Dr. Andrews looked down at her. "You collapsed, and your
friend carried you here, to this cave half a mile away."
Dr. Andrews saw her lean back into the big coat she'd been wrapped
in. "My friend, I mean Duke, where…"
"I'm right here girl." Duke appeared out of nowhere,
squeezing her hand. "So how do ya feel?" He asked her.
"She's okay, but only if she takes it easy. That cut was
a hard one, you're lucky she didn't bleed to death." Dr.
Andrews answered. Duke nodded, "Oh, Dr. Andrews, a man
over there needs your help." The kindly doctor looked down
at Kit, who was almost asleep, "Not as much as she does,
but I'll go." And he started off in the direction that Duke
had pointed in.
Then Duke looked down at Kit, "Hey, feelin' any better?"
He asked her.
Kit nodded, "Not as dizzy." She murmured, her voice
soundin' kindda funny. "But won't ya be cold with out yar
coat?" She asked.
Duke shook his head. "No, its warm in here and ya need
it more than I do." Then he leaned over and kissed her on
the forehead. "Don't worry, everything will be okay girl."
She sighed and fell back to sleep.
Duke yawned and looked at his com. It read 3:57 in the morning.
<If I'm goin' ta get any sleep, I better do it now.> he
thought. He stretched out and leaned against the wall, instantly
asleep. No one noticed Kit's eyes flicked open, checking to see
if anyone was watching. But everyone was fast asleep. She smiled
evilly, then pulled out a small tranquilizer.
She pulled the coat off, hiding the tranquilizer. She looked
over at Duke then leaned over him, awaking him. "Huh, Kit,
what's up?"
She leaned close to him. Duke could feel his heart skip
a beat as he looked up at her. "Duke," She leaned
even closer to him, her body almost touching his. She moved her
arm around the back of his neck, entwining her fingers in his
feathers. "Yeah baby?" He asked, suddenly having trouble
breathing.
"Nothing, expect," Then she smiled evilly down at
him, "You've been fooled." Then all in one motion,
she stabbed the tranquilizer into the back
of his neck, savoring the surprised and hurt looked on his face
as he passed out.
He came to in a cell, well, actually it looked a lot like
one of Draongas's cells. He looked around, trying to find out
where he was. Suddenly slender black arms were flung around him
and a Texas accented voice yelled, "Ya're alive!"
He whipped his sword out and suddenly Kit found she had a saber
at her throat. Her emerald green eyes went wide open, "Ummm,
Duke, I kinda like my head on my shoulders." She said, looking
uneasily at the shape saber at her slender throat. But instead
of the sword bein' took from her throat, she found she was getting
backed up against a wall. Duke glared at her. "Duke, are
ya okay?" She asked, getting really worried.
"Why are ya askin' me, ask yarself, Traitor!" he
snarled.
Kit eye's flared, "TRATIOR!" she roared back at him.
"I AIN'T NO TRATIOR!"
Duke dropped his sword and held her arms to her side, pressing
her to the wall. "Yes, traitor!" he growled, his face
close to hers. Kit glared up at him, her eyes burning, "Listen,
buster, I ain't got no clue what yar talkin' 'bout, BUT GET YAR
HANDS OFF ME!" Duke held her arms even tighter to her sides.
"Why, can't take what ya dole out?!" He growled.
"WHAT DO YA MEAN, WHAT I DOLE OUT?!!!"
Duke glared down at her, pressing his body to hers hard. He
put his beak even closer to her slender beak. "Ya know exactly
what I mean, 'cause ya're da one who shoved da tranquilizer inta
my neck!" Kit's jaw dropped.
"I WHAT?!" she asked, totally amazed at what she
was hearing. And
at what she was feeling. By all rights she should be ready to
kill him for touching her, but adrenaline was pumping through
her body by gallons. And she was scared and yet in a funny way
she wanted him to crush her to his body, to hold her tight. <I'm
losing it.> was her only thought.
He saw, there for a moment, in Kit's striking emerald eyes,
a total puzzlement, and a longing, just for a moment, then anger
clouded them again. Later, Duke had no clue why he did it, but
when he saw that look in her eyes that he'd seen for only a moment,
he felt a surge of adrenaline go through him. Almost hungrily
he crushed his beak to hers, wrapping his strong arms around her
and pressing their bodies close. He felt Kit's body press against
his, kissing him back, her arms going around his neck, her long
slender fingers weaving through his feathers and hair, pulling
his face closer to hers. Suddenly she pushed him away, glaring
fiercely at him. He looked at her in utter surprise.
"I thought ya were a gentleman Duke L'Orange." She
said in a cold voice. "Taking advantage of a 18 year old
girl isn't too gentlemanly." Duke stared at her then moved
closer to her, "I think, Icefire, that ya are as much ta
blame." He said.
Kit glared at him. "'N what do ya mean by that?!"
Duke moved even closer to her. "What I meant, Icefire,
was that ya
kissed me right back." She stared at him. "Ya may
never admit it, but ya did. 'N ya wanted ta."
"WHAT?!" Kit shimmered in anger. "Keep yar
hands off me L'Orange!"
They were so close now that the slightest movement and their
bodies would touch. "Then don't ever look at me like that
again if ya don't like bein' kissed."
"Look at ya in what way?!! 'N WHY do ya keep callin' me
Icefire?!"
"Because Icefire is how I think of ya. Ya're fiery, but
cold at the same time, ya melt people's hearts with that innocent
look and whenever ya look at me, I feel like I'm on fire."
He said, looking down at her, surprised to see a look of terror
on her face. "No, oh please no. Not again, please not
again." He heard her say in a whisper.
"What? Icefire, what is it?" H was surprised to
find her shivering; her emerald eyes open in horror, her whole
body shaking. She shook her head, not saying anything. <GET
A GRIP GIRL!!!!!> She roared at herself in her mind, her body
obeying. She stopped shaking and got her emotions under control.
Duke looked down at her, she stopped shaking and lost the
look of absolute terror, but she wasn't answering him. "Why,"
she asked, "Do ya think I'm a traitor?" She was once
again in charge of herself.
Before he could answer, they heard footsteps and Duke gasped
in surprise when he saw who it was. "K.. Kit, but, how.."
The duck that looked just like Kit smiled and shimmered.
"Nastinya!" Kit hissed at the tall slender female duck.
Nastinya was a Talent, the purple to be precise, she had long
purple hair with pink highlights to the back of her knees and
hot pink feathers, she was gorgeous, but deadly. Nastinya smirked,
"Why yes, it's me. Feel foolish L'Orange?" She asked
Duke with an evil smile.
"Ya framed Kit, makin' me think she was a traitor just like
ya!" he growled at Nastinya, angery. Kit looked at both
of them, utterly confused.
"Umm, could some one tell me what's goin' on here?"
She asked, puzzled by what Nastinya and Duke were saying.
"This person impostored ya and made me think that ya were
a traitor." Duke answered, still glaring at Nastinya.
Nastinya smirked, " Oh, I'm sorry, did that hurt finding
out that your Love was a traitor? I'm glad. Although," She
paused for a moment, then continued speaking, "For a price
I might let YOU go." She said to Duke.
"None of yar prices are worth it Nastinya!" He reported
back.
"Not even, " Nastinya's purple eyes glowed, "A
simple thing?"
"Like what?!"
Nastinya was enjoying this immensely. "I'm afraid I can't
tell you at the moment, but Dragonas wanted her to be brought
up. Probably for torture or something like that." She glanced
at Kit to see how the girl was taking all of this, but found no
expression on Kit's face. Nastinya frowned, then unlocked the
door and grabbed Kit, then locking the door again. Before she
left, she called out, "By the way, Duke Darling, these doors
are magically locked. I wouldn't suggest trying to get out.
It might be," Nastinya smirked, "Painful. Ta ta Darling!"
Duke frowned and sat down, studying the cell he was imprisoned
in. And to sort out his feelings. He shook his head, now he
couldn't deny his feelings, that part he was sure on, after kissing
Kit. She was way more to him than a little sister or a fellow
teammate. And there for a moment he'd thought Kit felt the same.
He sighed. Kit was hard to figure out, she had strange mood
changes and he had a feeling that in the past couple of weeks,
she'd showed more innermost feelings than she had in years. They
really didn't know that much about her, in fact, almost nothing
about her.
That kiss. It had been unlike any other. He remembered the
way she pressed back against him, her slender arms around his
neck, her lips crushed against his. For one moment she'd let
go of her feelings, shown them and acted on them. But maybe he
was only imagining it…. NO! He had not imagined it! Kit
had wanted to kiss him and she had, until she'd remembered.
"Well, are ya comin' or stayin'?!" A slightly annoyed
low, husky, catty voice asked him. He looked up to find that
a slender human dressed in a gray jeans, a gray vest and a green
shirt with a gray cowboy hat and boots was looking at him, leaning
against the opened door. "Who are ya?" he asked.
She rolled her emerald green eyes that had gray speaks in them,
"Da name's Robin Esperonza. And we really need ta get goin'."
"But where, what bout Kit?"
"Now ain't da time. I'll answer all questions after we
get out." She turned and Duke followed, unsure of this human
who had appeared so suddenly.
Kit watched Nastinya walk down the corridor in front of her,
droids on both sides. Almost casually Kit stuck her leg out and
tripped a droid, flinging herself at Nastinya as Nastinya turned
around to see what was wrong. In a short moment the battle was
over, Kit the winner. She slinked down some halls, then almost
crashed into a tall, handsome muscular duck.
He grabbed her by the arms and said in a soft whisper, "Whoa,
slow down there girl."
Kit struggled, unsure if this duck who had long black hair
tied back into a ponytail and dark brown feathers was a new enemy.
"Hey, cool it, girl, I'm on your side. Robin sent me to
help you excape, although it looks like you already did."
He said, reassuring her. "My name is Darkshadow Nightfang."
"I'm Kit DeCaine."
He rolled his dark handsome blue eyes. "Every Elder and
blasted magic user knows who you are kid. But enough with the
introductions, we've got to get out of here."
Kit looked up at him with worry in her emerald green eyes.
"But what'd 'bout Duke?"
Darkshadow waved his hand. "Don't worry, Robin got him.
Or is getting him." With that he started like a shadow
down the corridor, Kit following him.
They had almost no trouble, except for a droid or two, and
then they were outside. It was night out, almost morning, the
sky lit by stars. Then Kit noticed three other figures. One
was a feline; the other two were ducks.
"Darkshadow, how did it go?" One of the ducks, a female
with brown hair and brown feathers, with a star diamond shaped
patch on her beak called out.
"Fine Dewdrop, how about you? And you Nightshade?"
Kit's guide, Darkshadow, answered.
"It went, fine, everyone from the bus was picked up a
couple hours ago. And we fixed a little 'Problem' the Raptor
had with its weapons and engines." The feline called Nightshade,
also female, answered with a mischievous smile. The feline was
gray, with silver wavy hair and gray eyes. The other duck, a
male, was smaller and not as well built as Darkshadow, wiry more
the word to describe him. His hair was dark blue and his feathers
were a light tan brown.
"Good." Darkshadow nodded, his dark blue eyes sparkling
in mischief.
"Yeah, so, what happened ta DeVan? Humm?" They all
swung around to see a slender human standing next to them. "He
hasn't arrived yet Robin, and stop sneaking up on us." The
other male said crossly.
"Why, can't take a good nerve scarein' Nighthawk?"
The human Robin teased.
"No, its not polite to do things like that to people."
He said primly. "And your charge…"
" We met up with J. DeVan and got into some trouble with
the droids, I took care of the droids, DeVan took him, I came
here after I got ride of the droids. They aren't back yet?"
She asked.
"No. We may have to go get them. Nightshade, try to
pick them up on your communicator. Dewdrop, Nighthawk, take Kit
to the plato, Me and Robin will go back and try to find them."
"But…" Kit protested.
"No, Kit, you're the next POWER. The Rowan will have my
head if you get hurt. Go with Dewdrop and Nighthawk, they know
what to do." Darkshadow instructed.
"Darkshadow, I can't pick them up on my communicator.
They may be in trouble. And I think The Blue Talent is here."
Nightshade said worriedly.
"What?!" Darkshadow exclaimed.
"The Blue Talent. He's turned to the other side."
This was Robin, adding in her part.
"Another. The Red, The Purple, and now The Blue. The
Gray Talent, Juniper, and the Power are the only magic users who
are using white magic now besides the Elders." Nighthawk
didn't like this new outcome.
"What about the Green?" Kit asked.
"We don't have one. The old one, Icefire DeCaine, your
mother, was the Green, until she was killed in battle and became
an Elder." Darkshadow explained to her.
Kit nodded, "Oh, I see."
"See what? You people are soooo pathetic." A arrogant
sounding voice made them all turn to face a blue feathered Male
with black eyes and taller than most. But he was thin, more thin
than lean.
"Shiska! You traitor!" Robin hissed at him.
"Traitor! No, more like, shall we say, a person who has
come to his senses." Shiska answered arrogantly. "I
will let the rest of you go free if you give me Kit, Robin, and
Darkshadow."
"Forget it Babique breath!" Robin yelled back in
anger at Shiska. The others nodded, shot out their hands and started
concentrating, balls of energy shooting from their hands. Kit
concentrated and felt the magic flow out. It restored her energy,
healing the wound from the bus, gathering in a huge thing of electialry
shooting out at Shiska.
His blue force field went up, deflecting their magic. "Nighthawk,
Nightshade, go get the Nightstorm ready for takeoff!" Robin
yelled at them, moving to a new position as the wind howled. They
nodded and raced over a hill. Kit shot another blast of energy
at Shiska, it being repelled by his shield. "Go home child!
You're no match for me!" He sneered at her. Kit's eyes
flared and she shot another, only to again be repelled.
Suddenly there was a flash and two more figures appeared,
Nastinya and Wraith.
"The child's mine! You guys got to kill DeVan and L'Orange,
so I get the kid!" Nastinya glared at Kit.
But Kit didn't notice. Dead. Duke, dead. She felt as if
someone had frozen her solid. She couldn't feel anything, nothing
except an over whelming pain, grief. Kit realized something then,
on that battlefield at night with the wind howling around her,
she realized her true feelings. Her eyes burned in anger. <Ya
will pay, first my mother and Uncle Da