I'm back from the dead. I bet you don't think too highly of me with what I told you back in The Last Of Their Kind, since I told the truth about why I was really writing.
Anyways, I fell so much in love with this story and the characters that I'm now writing a sequel to it.
I'm going to ship my OC with someone for real this time, and I'm going to take my time with this.
I hope you enjoy…
Winx Club: Search For Sparks
Chapter 1: Threat From The Past
She shut her diary from her third year. The events that she wrote down were a year ago.
Now, things were much different than then. She now taught at Alfea. She had helped defend the last terrestrial fairy just last year.
Currently, it was just after classes ended.
She put her diary away in her drawer, and was about to shut it when she noticed something.
It was the small package Drake had given her at that dance. He said it had a Communications Charm in it.
She never even opened it.
She looked around, making sure nobody was coming into her now empty classroom.
"Might as well." She said to herself, tearing at the wrapping paper.
Inside, was a necklace with a dragon charm hanging from it? The charm had a European-style dragon that was made out of silver and had a yellow gem in the center of it.
There was also a note enclosed. It read:
Press the stone to call me, I'll make sure to answer. Drake
With that, she set it around her neck, and threw away the wrapping paper. She pocketed the note as she got up to leave.
She had tests to grade, but they could wait. She locked the door behind her and made her way back to her teacher's apartment. As she walked, she wondered where Drake was now.
A cold, freezing wasteland. That's what became of Sparks. For days on end, the wind blew snow, whipping about the ruins of a once great kingdom. The once pristine roads were now trails used by the new wildlife that grew used to the freezing temperatures.
However, if you looked closely at the road to what was once the capital, a set of human footprints could be found.
Following them, they revealed a single person, trekking the frozen wastes. He wore a snowsuit that covered most of his figure, gloves that hid his hands. His face was covered by a scarf, eyes and forehead hidden by a massive pair of reflective goggles. A messenger bag was hung at his side.
The only factors that would allude to his identity was the Amulet around his neck that hung on his chest, and a single red-tipped black lock that fell in front of his eyes.
He had finally found it. The remains of Sparks were exactly as described, a frozen wasteland inhabited by monsters and ruins.
He stopped for a moment, and reached into his pockets. He fished out a map, and his Magical Positioning Device.
He unfolded the map, and took a look. It currently had images of a road, and the capital in a large section of it.
He pressed a button on his MPD, which revealed his location.
He was currently a half mile from the remains of the capital city.
Pocketing both items, he started walking again.
It took him an hour to walk through the snow to the capital.
He had been following the boy for quite a while. He wanted to make sure that he didn't lose him.
He'd been tracking him for quite a while in the snow of this planet. He knew to simply follow, and not make contact. That was how one got killed by this quarry.
When he got there, he found a mild surprise.
The capital was a walled city, with the remains of siege ladders, and signs of battle.
He attempted to open the gates from the outside, yet to no avail. Not only were they too heavy to open, they were locked completely, joints frozen together.
He scanned his surroundings for a way in. He doubted that he could free-climb the walls; they were smooth, and slippery.
He then found his way in. There was a siege ladder nearby, one which had all of the rungs.
He made his way to it, and began climbing.
He broke two rungs on his way up, and nearly slipped three times.
When he reached the top, he found a grisly sight.
It seemed that there were bodies of Sparks soldiers and Drow soldiers.
"Why are the Drow always making war?" he asked to himself as he walked over the frozen corpses.
When he found a set of stairs down to the ground level, he looked once more at the map.
It read what the streets were and everything, including where the stairs and gates were for the city.
Once on ground level, he started to explore the city streets. The map described the city as a wheel of sorts, with the Palace at the center.
He started to head down Market Street, wondering what it was like in its hey-day.
He noticed that all over the buildings was graffiti, which read "All Hail The Ancestral Coven" or "All Hail Valtor," or even "All Hail The Drow Dominion."
He may have been disgusted by the graffiti, but it gave him a clue. He figured that the Drow Dominion must have been responsible partially. He was confused as to who Valtor was, or who The Ancestral Coven were.
He also noticed the lack of bodies here. It seemed that the whole place was empty like everyone disappeared.
He made his way up to the Palace to find a different sight with the walls.
It seemed that these were climbable, due to the fact that they had holes in them.
He also noticed that the gate was shut completely.
"Guess I'm climin' up." He commented, making his way up.
When he reached it, he began to climb.
He knew the first rule of free-climbing was to always keep at least two contact points with the structure you're going to climb.
He learned that first-hand back in Hy Brasile when he was climbing trees.
He moved between hand and footholds as he made his way up. It was made difficult however by the slight icing in the holes of the wall.
He made his way up to the top, pulling himself up the final way by holding onto some battlements.
When he was at the top of the wall, he saw an incredible sight.
The palace was massive, grounds included.
There was the remains of a massive garden, fountains, hedge-mazes, orchards, and ponds.
On the palace itself, he noticed ornate decorating on the outside. The building looked like a cathedral, with statue-covered towers. The palace was painted with fire-tones, every shade having a little red.
He found the ladders down, and slid.
Reaching the bottom, he pulled out yet another map.
This one was a floor-plan, mostly consisting of the palace and dungeons.
He then pulled out something else. This was a note that read:
Sparks Royal Library: Shelf 17: row 4: Book 1765. Find this book to find the way. Darius F.
Drake knew that this was an instruction left by his father for something. He had received this note from Saladin in the mail recently, saying that this would lead him to what his father left.
He pocketed the note, and looked at the floor plan. It seemed that the library was on the second floor, and overlooked the front gardens.
He made his way up to the front door. He tried the lock, and received a mild surprise. The door was unlocked.
Making his way in, he saw just how exquisite the whole place was. There was fancy furniture all over, with expensive paintings, rare-wood floors, and made use of natural lighting.
However, it was still extremely cold. The wind blew through the broken skylights, the pieces of glass on the floor revealing their place.
He started to follow the map to the stairs, which were currently in the center.
Making his way there, he noticed that the pictures were mostly of the royal family.
When he got to the stair room, he marveled at how impressive it was. The stairs were a spiral set, with landings at the floor.
He started making his way to the first landing, which led to the second floor.
Going through the gap in the wall where the door used to be, he found he was in a different-looking hallway then before.
It seemed that the whole place was filled with pictures of notable Sparks Citizens, and other pieces of culture.
There were pictures of the Royal guard, pictures of Nature, abstract art, made from scorch marks.
There were also pictures of Dragons.
Growing up, Drake always listened to the storytellers tell the Dragon Epics. He'd always loved Dragons.
Checking the map again, he noticed that the Library was through the doors straight ahead.
Working the jamb, he made his way inside.
The Library was massive, containing 10 two-sided bookshelves. Each one had a number, and were filled with thousands of books each. There were dozens of chairs for reading in, each with a lamp over it.
The ceilings were vaulted, and the floors were carpeted. There were coffee tables made from exquisite ebony wood.
To top it all off, there was a window overlooking the gardens. The windows were very wide, and still intact.
It felt a bit warmer, and the wind wasn't blowing in this room of the building.
Drake slid his goggles up, and unwrapped the scarf he was wearing that Bloom gave him.
Looking at it, he noticed her name, which had been embroidered onto it when he got it.
He wondered how she was doing.
He had so many fond memories of when he was with her. He also remembered dancing with her at her prom, the one she invited him to.
He wished that he could talk to her. His real reason for separation was the realization that hit him due to Saladin's talk.
They both were the last of their kind. The fact that they made a good team was irrelevant with the danger that currently loomed.
If someone wanted to finish the job, all they'd have to do was track them both down.
He had started to realize that he had nothing to really worry about. His investigation may have shown some new leads, but the trail itself was going cold.
He currently was doing some fact-finding with his ancestry, and found out some stuff his father left for him.
It was this that led him here. He was currently following a simple note left for the library.
He hung the scarf around his neck, and went to the bookshelves. It wasn't hard to find shelf 17.
Once he found that, he went to look at the rows. Row 4 was second-highest row.
Now to find the book, that's where the challenge was going to be.
He started looking at the spine of the books. They were bound in various ways, but with one major similarity.
They were all labeled with a number, and a location designator. They were also organized numerically.
After about fifteen minutes of searching, he finally found it.
"Book 1765" he announced, a grin on his face.
Looking at the title, it surprised him.
The Flaragon Family; A Sworn Line of Protectors of Sparks Royalty: A Geneological History: By Graeme Drago.
"Perhaps my destiny is in here?" He asked, and started to leaf through it.
Inside, there were pictures of Captains of The Royal Guard, and later Generals.
The text gave clues about how they were a line who protected the royal family.
He kept leafing through it, looking for any sort of clues for what his father left.
When he had found page 175, it seemed that something interesting had been used as a bookmark; an envelope, and a rather thick one at that.
He noticed that the envelope, compared to the book, was new. Where the pages of the book had yellowed with age, the envelope was as white as the snow outside.
He put the book in his bag, and opened the envelope. Inside, was a letter. It read:
If you are reading this, it means that I am dead. I have left this so that you may find the purpose in this brave new world.
Obviously, you wouldn't need to read this if Sparks wasn't a dead world. The planet is a wasteland currently, and there's nowhere else to go for home.
You have been left with a task. You are to protect the last member of the royal family. She is currently living on Earth, perhaps living a life as an ordinary non-magical person.
Go find her, and tell her the truth. This may take a while, and ultimately require showing that she has powers too.
If you have already found her, skip down to the next paragraph.
You are tasked with protecting her. If you have read anything in this book, and have come across my letter, than you know that's your job.
However, you are to try to bring Sparks back in any way possible. You are to do that in a light-way, and perhaps with her help in using the Dragon's Flame.
There is a condition for this. You cannot be in that type of a relationship with her. Our bloodlines are not to mix under any circumstances.
Before you do this, you will need an item that will help. It's something that helped me out, and it's an artifact you are not to lose under any circumstances.
It's in a cut-out book on shelf 07, in Row 4, and is book 7. It's a reference book, and one that nobody will ever check out. It should be in it's place. If not, look for a book with that identifier on the spine. Good luck, good hunting, and good faith. You will need it.
With that, Drake reread the location of the next book. He memorized the location marker, and began looking.
He got to shelf 07, and began looking on Row 4. He found it immediately.
It was a rather thick reference book, which translated non-applicable Elven Law texts of all sorts.
He slid it off the shelf, and opened it. He found what he was looking for immediately.
It was in a compartment cut out from the pages. It seemed there was a pair of gauntlets with a pair of Red stones in the center on the topside. There was also a note that read:
The Dragoon Gloves of the Great Dragon. Only capable of being used by a protector of fire. Simply bring both gauntlets into contact while worn, and say "Dragoon Powers, Ignite" to get to work. They will give you immense firepowers, Dracomancy, and dragon wings. Use wisely.
Drake looked around for a moment, and then put both the gauntlets and the note into his bag.
He looked outside, and noticed it was 2-o'clock. He currently had 5 more hours until sundown.
He currently had two choices about his situation with heading back to the ship.
He could either try to reach the ship before sundown, knowing that it took him six hours to reach the palace, and perhaps not make it in time, being lost in the cold while it was freezing.
Or, he could set up a camp somewhere in either the palace or the capital city's ruins, and try to keep warm by a fire for the night, and head back in the morning.
He decided to try and head back, since this place gave him the creeps. Turning around, he made his way back out the palace.
He was currently at the capital city's ruins, making sure to try and find out what the kid was doing.
He was never very patient, and had always hated tailing someone.
He called in through his communications coin.
"This is Sentry 182, requesting permission to engage quarry." He called "Tailing is growing unsuccessful, and target is becoming suspicious. I repeat, permission to engage?"
With that, there was static, before the face of his new commander, General Relthicar appeared "You have permission to engage target," his commander replied "You are to either die in failure, or succeed. There is no escape once he's found you. Engage at will."
With that, his general's face disappeared.
It turned out he didn't have to free-climb the wall to get back. There was a hole large enough for him to crawl through only 3 meters away from where he climbed.
After he got through that, he started heading back down Market Street.
He still couldn't handle the graffiti on the walls, their message of alliance seemingly mocking him.
He also noticed something really strange. It seemed that there was a second set of footprints following his that headed towards the palace, a pair that were characteristic of a Drow Sentry.
He looked up, and readied a flame at his left hand.
He knew he was being watched. There was no doubt about it.
"I know you're out here!" He challenged, yelling into the air. "You might as well attack me now! I'm waiting."
For a few moments, there was silence, before a sound filled the air. It was a Drow battle cry.
It came from directly behind.
Drake turned around, and saw him.
It was a Drow sentry, yet this one was dressed for the weather too. However, it kept the same uniform, with a full-wrap turban that showed only his ears.
Drake pressed his amulet's jewel, and began the transformation.
Within seconds, he was now in his Flame Swordsman's Armor.
He drew his sword, and made a "Come at me" motion with his hand.
The Drow sentry jumped up in the air.
Drake prepared to slash this one in half. When it came for the moment to act, he did so a split-second too early.
At this point, all he managed to do, was knock it off into the snow.
He capitalized on this opportunity, and jumped on top of the Drow, and held the blade to the Sentry's neck.
"Who sent you after me!" he yelled.
The Drow laughed, before answering "The Drow Dominion will get it's revenge, and finish the job. Sparks will fall, the last of its kind will be finished off. We will make sure you have nowhere to go. You, and that girl, you will both have no safe refuge by next week. We will make sure of it!"
With that, the Drow crunched something in his mouth, and killed himself.
Drake was disgusted by what he just saw, and disturbed.
He got up, recompressed his armor; returning to his snow outfit, and started to run back to the ship.
He got back by five, with two hours to spare. He took the ramp up, and bolted inside.
When he got in, he faced a rather disappointed Rai. He looked like he'd been preparing to have the ship to himself, the fact apparent by the lack of shirt.
"I thought you'd be camping in the ruins." Rai explained. "I was going to take advantage of being alone to get some of that me-time I need."
"You can have that when we land at our new destination." Drake replied. "Prep the Ship to go to Magix. I need to see someone urgently."
"We haven't been there in a full year." Rai yelped "I've wanted to pick up some stuff from there anyways. Let me get us started up."
"I'll be in my cabin." Drake announced.
He made his way to the cabin, and immediately went into his nightstand's drawer.
He found his side of the Communications Charm that he'd given Bloom. He had an urgent call to make.
Arriving back at her teacher's apartment at Alfea, she set her stuff down, and went into her room.
She currently had recorded a soap opera she was following, keeping up with it a few hours after it came on.
She picked up the remote, and pressed Play on the DVR section of the remote.
This was one of those summary episodes, seeing as the next season started next week, and the previous season ended last week.
She only recorded it so she could brush up on what happened. With so many plotlines, and dozens of little details, it became impossible to see how it really fit into the larger story. These specials helped.
She quickly grew bored with it however, seeing as there wasn't really much to brush up on.
She turned the TV off, and went into her kitchenette. She started to fix herself some dinner, when it happened.
He charm started to blink at the Jewel, and make noise.
She knew exactly who was at the other end. And it was at the perfect time. She had wanted to talk to him.
She pressed the gem, and opened the link.
He was so relieved when Bloom established the link from the other end.
Her face appeared projected from the jewel.
"Bloom!" He yelled "I'm so glad you're here."
"I'm glad you're here too." She replied "How are you. It's been a while since we've talked."
"We're in danger." He explained "I'm calling you to tell you I'm on my way. I've just found out from a Drow Sentry that both our lives are in danger, and that there will be no safe place in about a week."
"What the fuck?" she asked, a confused look on her face. "We're in danger. You need to explain a bit more."
"Alright, let me start from the beginning." He explained "On my way back from the Sparks Royal library, I was attacked by a Drow Sentry. This one, I managed to get a warning out of him. He said the Drow Dominion will finish its job, and we will be wiped out. He said we'll have no safe refuge in about a week. He then crunched a suicide pill. It's because of this I'm on my way. I'll arrive in about four hours. Look for me out in the Yard."
"Wait," she interrupted "You're coming here?"
"Yes," he replied "I'll talk more when I get there."
"Alright," Bloom managed, looking and sounding both half excited and half scared. "I guess I'll see you then."
"See you." He replied, and pressed the jewel to hang up. He felt the same things as she must have as they made their way towards Magix.