Post by Mysticwave on Nov 1, 2009 17:31:59 GMT -5
The unnamed water hatchling sat in the water, watching as the adults played with each other. Little Merigold, the only one not playing, was caring for the eggs.
The hatchling felt very very alone at that moment.
It went underwater, somewhat wishing that it was born in the enchanted lake so it could get lost in dreams, like the others could.
Her owner, Mystic, also watched them, but was mainly paying attention to the hatchling. She saved it from dying as an egg, and played with it most of the time, but one day the hatchling disconnected from everybody and everything.
Mystic wondered what she could do to help the little hatchling open up again.
There is nothing you can do. Said a voice that wasn't hers.
Mystic didn't know what had put that voice in her brain, but she had to try to make the hatchling happy again.
Ignoring the voice, she got up and went to the hatchling.
The hatchling swam away from her.
Mystic: What's wrong?
The hatchling didn't answer.
Mystic: I want to help you, but I can't if I don't know what's wrong.
Still, the hatchling didn't answer, and it went to the bottom of the lake.
Mystic sighed. She wasn't able to reach the hatchling through asking questions. But still, if she didn't know what was wrong, how would she know how to fix it?
Little Merigold had noticed, and, with the eggs, she went to Mystic and asked her what's wrong.
Mystic told Little Merigold why, and Little Merigold told her that none of the dragons were able to reach down to the hatchling enough for them to help, either. However, Little Merigold told Mystic that this hatchling reminded her of the times when Mystic had no help with the eggs and hatchlings--the times when only she survived.
Mystic knew what this meant. The hatchling...It wouldn't survive.
Mystic backed away, as if she had been slapped--if there was nothing she could do, and that hatchling was really going to die...Then...
It just broke her heart.
On Halloween, after trick or treating (which the hatchling didn't come on, even though invited and there were plenty of houses by the lake), the voice that said that there was nothing Mystic could do came back.
The hatchling wants to be killed, because it knows, too, that it wont survive and you know it. The voice, now scarier, told Mystic. She wanted to get away from that voice, but couldn't without dieing herself.
You know you wont survive, right? The voice said to the hatchling.
The hatchling knew this. It knew this well.
If you kill the hatchling today, and revive it, you can save it. The voice said to Mystic.
I know I wont survive. the hatchling thought toward the voice. I know what you're doing, too. Mystic probably couldn't even pick up the weapon to kill me. Even if she could, one of her dragons will stop her. This is a battle you have no chance of winning in.
There is no other way. Tomorrow you will probably fail to revive it, while tonight you have plenty of chances. The voice told Mystic.
She will fall for it, and you will join my ranks. Her dragons might try, but there is no way they can stop her. The voice told the hatchling.
No she wont! She will never fall for your evil lies! The hatchling told the voice, obviously horrified.
Would you rather die, or be immortal, and being able to get whatever you want during the night, and rest during the day like many of the warriors you have seen? The voice asked the hatchling.
The hatchling had no answer.
Mystic touched the knife, but couldn't bring herself to pick it up.
Even if it is for its own good, it hadn't said that it wanted to be killed. So the voice could be wrong, and the hatchling doesn't want to be killed. Mystic thought.
The hatchling doesn't know what it wants. It knows it's going to die, either if it's by your hand or by time, but isn't sure if it wants the chance to live and grow up, just like the rest. Do you want it to grow up into a happy water dragon? If you do, you have to do this. The voice asked Mystic.
Mystic managed to get a grip on the handle of the knife. Her hand was shaking as she picked it up, and it stopped when she put her hand at her side. She didn't want to do this, but she knew she had to.
She still wont kill me. She doesn't have that kind of heart. Even if it's for my own good, I wont let her, even if she falls into your trap. The hatchling told the voice.
If she doesn't fall for my trap, I'll posses her, starting with her legs, and creeping up. If I do that, it'll only be an hour until she does what I want her too. The voice seemed angered at the thought, but it spoke calmly with a voice scary enough to scare the bravest dragon known to man. And it terrified the hatchling.
Mystic was getting closer to the lake. Little Mathew asked what the knife was for.
Mystic: Um...About the hatchling...
Little Mathew: Go on.
Mystic: Has the hatchling said anything to you, or do you notice any signs that it might...
Little Mathew: Die...Soon?
Mystic: Yeah.
Little Mathew: Little Merigold said she saw some signs that the hatchling might die soon. I said that, even though she was there during very deadly times, I don't believe her, because the hatchling looks and seems fine.
Mystic was glad. Little Mathew would know if the hatchling was close to death.
But then again, Little Merigold would too, because she had lived to see the signs.
But Mystic knew one thing--she should wait longer before even thinking killing the poor hatchling is the right choice.
So Mystic put the knife down, and walked away. Little Mathew did too, thankful that it she made the choice not to kill the hatchling.
Then Mystic felt some strange feeling in her legs, and she was going slower. No matter how she tried, she couldn't go faster.
The hatchling felt this same feeling, except it started from his tail, and he couldn't move it.
What are you doing?! The hatchling said.
It. Little Mathew had gotten Mystic out of the trap, and I know what you're going to do if I don't do this to you. The voice said.
Minutes past, and soon Mystic completely stopped. She wasn't far from the knife she had dropped. As this feeling crept up her skin even more, she completely lost control over her legs, and now she was walking toward the knife.
And she couldn't stop.
She knew there was no answer near that could answer why, either.
Then, her legs bent down. Thankfully, still having control over her hands and arms, she managed to move it into a hiding spot, hidden from her and those that see her. This way, she wouldn't tempted to grab it, and nobody would ask why she was sitting next to a knife or something like that.
This feeling was starting to reach her arms, however. Soon, at the rate, Mystic knew it was going to get to her arms and her hands soon.
Mystic knew now, it was the voice doing this. All the facts pointed to it.
But she knew that it couldn't be stopped unless she was the one to do so.
She tried, with all her power, to fight it. It was working. It was moving away from her arms and below her stomach, but she was failing to fight it when it got to her legs. The voices power over them was too strong.
There is no use fighting it. I admit, you're pretty strong willed...For a human. I am much stronger than any human, even you, however. The voice said.
Why...Why are you...Doing...This?! Mystic thought to the voice as she was losing the battle, the voice possessing more and more of her body.
The voice didn't answer. If she wasted her strength thinking or talking to him, then he will be able to take over her faster.
Mystic concentrated on fighting it...Then...
She lost.
The feeling reached her neck, and went down her arms.
One of them moved to where the knife was and the rest of her body turned, so the knife was in sight, and her hand was on it.
But she would not grab the knife. No way would she kill the hatchling, even if it was going to die. If it was for the better, maybe, but it wasn't.
The possession reached her hands, and now Mystic lost control of all of her body completely, except her eyes, and nose. So she couldn't tell anybody anything about this, and couldn't scream for help either. The owner of the voice could do whatever it wanted with her.
Her fingers went around the stone cold handle tightly, then her legs made the rest of her body get up, and walked a normal pace.
No... I can't do this! There is no way I can do this! Mystic thought.
Gaining control in one hand for a split second, she dropped the knife.
Her legs moved back, and her legs bent down. Her arm moved her hand to the knife, and her hand picked up the knife.
You can fight this Mystic! I know you can do it! The hatchling yelled to Mystic.
She dropped the knife again.
Whoever or whatever said I can is right...I can do this! I can resist whatever is trying to control me! She thought.
Her legs stopped moving, but didn't start to move back to the knife. She was fighting it.
And the hatchling was helping.
Then the knife was thrown into her sight, making it harder to fight it.
Mystic couldn't turn to whoever it was that threw it, but could hear voices.
"Little Merigold, what are you doing?!"
"Doing what is meant to happen." A voice said. It didn't seem like Little Merigolds voice, but one third of hers and two thirds of the voice controlling Mystic.
"Mystic killing the hatchling isn't what's meant to happen! Mystic, if she is controlling herself would NEVER DO THAT! NEVER!"
Mystic recognized that voice. It was Little Mathew.
Little Merigold grabbed Little Mathew.
The only way Mystic knew was the sound of a dragon struggling against the vines, and Little Mathew was screaming for help, saying that Little Merigold got possessed.
Which, for once, was true.
Mystic was losing control again as Little Merigolds vines wrapped around Little Mathews mouth, making it so he couldn't keep screaming that Mystic wouldn't do it. Or anything like that.
Little Mathew tried to get Little Merigold out of the trance she was in by biting her as hard as he could possibly do. It didn't work, however.
Mystic's hand grabbed the knife, and no amount of fighting whoever was controlling her was going to let her gain control for a split second and drop it again. It just wouldn't happen.
Mystic tried to gain control, but failed, soon losing all of her power.
The hatchling was now paralyzed, unable to move, unable to be heard either.
Mystic was now at the lake where the hatchling was.
She tried to gain control again so she could drop the knife and run away as fast as she could, and have Boy Vine Master wrap her up in his vines so she couldn't grab it and hurt the hatchling again.
However, she failed. The person had gotten stronger somehow, and now she had no power compared to this person.
The hatchling knew what was coming up now. It knew Mystic lost, and this was going to happen.
Little Mathew managed to escape, but too late, for he only got there soon enough that he saw Mystic put the knife in the hatchlings throat, it's life slowly draining away.
And Mystic collapsed, now able to move by herself, if she had any strength left to do so.
She let go of the knife (after pulling it out of the hatchling quickly) when she collapsed, but it made no difference.
The hatchling was dead.
Every dragon was speechless. All of them were in that state because of the shock that had come over them.
Boy Vine Master was the only one who managed to even walk up to the scene. He tied Mystic, who was starting to lose consciousness, up in his vines and said he knows what happened.
Mistress of the Blue flame: Then what happened? Why did Mystic, the sweetest human I know, kill the hatchling?
Boy Vine Master: If you looked into her eyes at that very moment, you would find she was possessed, just like Little Merigold. The person possessing Mystic and Little Merigold also paralyzed the hatchling, so it was going to die anyway.
Mystic (very weak): Is...There...A...Way to...Bring...The...Hatchling...
Boy Vine Master: There is a way, but you need to do that only when you have enough strength. It's obvious you don't have enough right now.
Mystic lost consciousness.
(When she wakes up.)
She woke up, and knew what she had to do, now that she was strong enough to do it.
She had to revive the hatchling...Somehow.
She knew how to do the spell...Unfortunately, it usually failed, resulting in the hatchlings staying dead. (This usually didn't result in any other type of dragon). She didn't know how to do any other spell, however.
So she said the words and did the spell.
And it resulted in...
The scariest thing she ever saw.
Now you're one of us...and there is nothing...
The voice faded. The hatchling knew what he was now.
A Zombie hatchling.
As he will be forever...
(Sorry it's so long. I was in a writing mood and didn't know what to write.)
The hatchling felt very very alone at that moment.
It went underwater, somewhat wishing that it was born in the enchanted lake so it could get lost in dreams, like the others could.
Her owner, Mystic, also watched them, but was mainly paying attention to the hatchling. She saved it from dying as an egg, and played with it most of the time, but one day the hatchling disconnected from everybody and everything.
Mystic wondered what she could do to help the little hatchling open up again.
There is nothing you can do. Said a voice that wasn't hers.
Mystic didn't know what had put that voice in her brain, but she had to try to make the hatchling happy again.
Ignoring the voice, she got up and went to the hatchling.
The hatchling swam away from her.
Mystic: What's wrong?
The hatchling didn't answer.
Mystic: I want to help you, but I can't if I don't know what's wrong.
Still, the hatchling didn't answer, and it went to the bottom of the lake.
Mystic sighed. She wasn't able to reach the hatchling through asking questions. But still, if she didn't know what was wrong, how would she know how to fix it?
Little Merigold had noticed, and, with the eggs, she went to Mystic and asked her what's wrong.
Mystic told Little Merigold why, and Little Merigold told her that none of the dragons were able to reach down to the hatchling enough for them to help, either. However, Little Merigold told Mystic that this hatchling reminded her of the times when Mystic had no help with the eggs and hatchlings--the times when only she survived.
Mystic knew what this meant. The hatchling...It wouldn't survive.
Mystic backed away, as if she had been slapped--if there was nothing she could do, and that hatchling was really going to die...Then...
It just broke her heart.
On Halloween, after trick or treating (which the hatchling didn't come on, even though invited and there were plenty of houses by the lake), the voice that said that there was nothing Mystic could do came back.
The hatchling wants to be killed, because it knows, too, that it wont survive and you know it. The voice, now scarier, told Mystic. She wanted to get away from that voice, but couldn't without dieing herself.
You know you wont survive, right? The voice said to the hatchling.
The hatchling knew this. It knew this well.
If you kill the hatchling today, and revive it, you can save it. The voice said to Mystic.
I know I wont survive. the hatchling thought toward the voice. I know what you're doing, too. Mystic probably couldn't even pick up the weapon to kill me. Even if she could, one of her dragons will stop her. This is a battle you have no chance of winning in.
There is no other way. Tomorrow you will probably fail to revive it, while tonight you have plenty of chances. The voice told Mystic.
She will fall for it, and you will join my ranks. Her dragons might try, but there is no way they can stop her. The voice told the hatchling.
No she wont! She will never fall for your evil lies! The hatchling told the voice, obviously horrified.
Would you rather die, or be immortal, and being able to get whatever you want during the night, and rest during the day like many of the warriors you have seen? The voice asked the hatchling.
The hatchling had no answer.
Mystic touched the knife, but couldn't bring herself to pick it up.
Even if it is for its own good, it hadn't said that it wanted to be killed. So the voice could be wrong, and the hatchling doesn't want to be killed. Mystic thought.
The hatchling doesn't know what it wants. It knows it's going to die, either if it's by your hand or by time, but isn't sure if it wants the chance to live and grow up, just like the rest. Do you want it to grow up into a happy water dragon? If you do, you have to do this. The voice asked Mystic.
Mystic managed to get a grip on the handle of the knife. Her hand was shaking as she picked it up, and it stopped when she put her hand at her side. She didn't want to do this, but she knew she had to.
She still wont kill me. She doesn't have that kind of heart. Even if it's for my own good, I wont let her, even if she falls into your trap. The hatchling told the voice.
If she doesn't fall for my trap, I'll posses her, starting with her legs, and creeping up. If I do that, it'll only be an hour until she does what I want her too. The voice seemed angered at the thought, but it spoke calmly with a voice scary enough to scare the bravest dragon known to man. And it terrified the hatchling.
Mystic was getting closer to the lake. Little Mathew asked what the knife was for.
Mystic: Um...About the hatchling...
Little Mathew: Go on.
Mystic: Has the hatchling said anything to you, or do you notice any signs that it might...
Little Mathew: Die...Soon?
Mystic: Yeah.
Little Mathew: Little Merigold said she saw some signs that the hatchling might die soon. I said that, even though she was there during very deadly times, I don't believe her, because the hatchling looks and seems fine.
Mystic was glad. Little Mathew would know if the hatchling was close to death.
But then again, Little Merigold would too, because she had lived to see the signs.
But Mystic knew one thing--she should wait longer before even thinking killing the poor hatchling is the right choice.
So Mystic put the knife down, and walked away. Little Mathew did too, thankful that it she made the choice not to kill the hatchling.
Then Mystic felt some strange feeling in her legs, and she was going slower. No matter how she tried, she couldn't go faster.
The hatchling felt this same feeling, except it started from his tail, and he couldn't move it.
What are you doing?! The hatchling said.
It. Little Mathew had gotten Mystic out of the trap, and I know what you're going to do if I don't do this to you. The voice said.
Minutes past, and soon Mystic completely stopped. She wasn't far from the knife she had dropped. As this feeling crept up her skin even more, she completely lost control over her legs, and now she was walking toward the knife.
And she couldn't stop.
She knew there was no answer near that could answer why, either.
Then, her legs bent down. Thankfully, still having control over her hands and arms, she managed to move it into a hiding spot, hidden from her and those that see her. This way, she wouldn't tempted to grab it, and nobody would ask why she was sitting next to a knife or something like that.
This feeling was starting to reach her arms, however. Soon, at the rate, Mystic knew it was going to get to her arms and her hands soon.
Mystic knew now, it was the voice doing this. All the facts pointed to it.
But she knew that it couldn't be stopped unless she was the one to do so.
She tried, with all her power, to fight it. It was working. It was moving away from her arms and below her stomach, but she was failing to fight it when it got to her legs. The voices power over them was too strong.
There is no use fighting it. I admit, you're pretty strong willed...For a human. I am much stronger than any human, even you, however. The voice said.
Why...Why are you...Doing...This?! Mystic thought to the voice as she was losing the battle, the voice possessing more and more of her body.
The voice didn't answer. If she wasted her strength thinking or talking to him, then he will be able to take over her faster.
Mystic concentrated on fighting it...Then...
She lost.
The feeling reached her neck, and went down her arms.
One of them moved to where the knife was and the rest of her body turned, so the knife was in sight, and her hand was on it.
But she would not grab the knife. No way would she kill the hatchling, even if it was going to die. If it was for the better, maybe, but it wasn't.
The possession reached her hands, and now Mystic lost control of all of her body completely, except her eyes, and nose. So she couldn't tell anybody anything about this, and couldn't scream for help either. The owner of the voice could do whatever it wanted with her.
Her fingers went around the stone cold handle tightly, then her legs made the rest of her body get up, and walked a normal pace.
No... I can't do this! There is no way I can do this! Mystic thought.
Gaining control in one hand for a split second, she dropped the knife.
Her legs moved back, and her legs bent down. Her arm moved her hand to the knife, and her hand picked up the knife.
You can fight this Mystic! I know you can do it! The hatchling yelled to Mystic.
She dropped the knife again.
Whoever or whatever said I can is right...I can do this! I can resist whatever is trying to control me! She thought.
Her legs stopped moving, but didn't start to move back to the knife. She was fighting it.
And the hatchling was helping.
Then the knife was thrown into her sight, making it harder to fight it.
Mystic couldn't turn to whoever it was that threw it, but could hear voices.
"Little Merigold, what are you doing?!"
"Doing what is meant to happen." A voice said. It didn't seem like Little Merigolds voice, but one third of hers and two thirds of the voice controlling Mystic.
"Mystic killing the hatchling isn't what's meant to happen! Mystic, if she is controlling herself would NEVER DO THAT! NEVER!"
Mystic recognized that voice. It was Little Mathew.
Little Merigold grabbed Little Mathew.
The only way Mystic knew was the sound of a dragon struggling against the vines, and Little Mathew was screaming for help, saying that Little Merigold got possessed.
Which, for once, was true.
Mystic was losing control again as Little Merigolds vines wrapped around Little Mathews mouth, making it so he couldn't keep screaming that Mystic wouldn't do it. Or anything like that.
Little Mathew tried to get Little Merigold out of the trance she was in by biting her as hard as he could possibly do. It didn't work, however.
Mystic's hand grabbed the knife, and no amount of fighting whoever was controlling her was going to let her gain control for a split second and drop it again. It just wouldn't happen.
Mystic tried to gain control, but failed, soon losing all of her power.
The hatchling was now paralyzed, unable to move, unable to be heard either.
Mystic was now at the lake where the hatchling was.
She tried to gain control again so she could drop the knife and run away as fast as she could, and have Boy Vine Master wrap her up in his vines so she couldn't grab it and hurt the hatchling again.
However, she failed. The person had gotten stronger somehow, and now she had no power compared to this person.
The hatchling knew what was coming up now. It knew Mystic lost, and this was going to happen.
Little Mathew managed to escape, but too late, for he only got there soon enough that he saw Mystic put the knife in the hatchlings throat, it's life slowly draining away.
And Mystic collapsed, now able to move by herself, if she had any strength left to do so.
She let go of the knife (after pulling it out of the hatchling quickly) when she collapsed, but it made no difference.
The hatchling was dead.
Every dragon was speechless. All of them were in that state because of the shock that had come over them.
Boy Vine Master was the only one who managed to even walk up to the scene. He tied Mystic, who was starting to lose consciousness, up in his vines and said he knows what happened.
Mistress of the Blue flame: Then what happened? Why did Mystic, the sweetest human I know, kill the hatchling?
Boy Vine Master: If you looked into her eyes at that very moment, you would find she was possessed, just like Little Merigold. The person possessing Mystic and Little Merigold also paralyzed the hatchling, so it was going to die anyway.
Mystic (very weak): Is...There...A...Way to...Bring...The...Hatchling...
Boy Vine Master: There is a way, but you need to do that only when you have enough strength. It's obvious you don't have enough right now.
Mystic lost consciousness.
(When she wakes up.)
She woke up, and knew what she had to do, now that she was strong enough to do it.
She had to revive the hatchling...Somehow.
She knew how to do the spell...Unfortunately, it usually failed, resulting in the hatchlings staying dead. (This usually didn't result in any other type of dragon). She didn't know how to do any other spell, however.
So she said the words and did the spell.
And it resulted in...
The scariest thing she ever saw.
Now you're one of us...and there is nothing...
The voice faded. The hatchling knew what he was now.
A Zombie hatchling.
As he will be forever...
(Sorry it's so long. I was in a writing mood and didn't know what to write.)