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18 March 2010 @ 12:14 am
080 Star  
Title: Darkness Overwhelming
Fandom: Mystic Force
Pairing: N/A
Rating: 15
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Summary/Warnings: Somewhere, all wishes come true. The teens' last weapon is revealed.
Word Count: 769 / 52 682
Author's notes: My table is here.

080 Star

“Phineas, how much further?” Nick called.

“It should be right around here.”

“Should be?” Xander took three quick steps, catching Phineas’ arm. “Are we lost, Phineas?”

“No, I know where we are. He just keeps moving around.”

“Who does?”

“You didn’t all have to come.” He glanced back at Chip and girls, trailing several feet behind them. “I only needed Nick.”

“We agreed to fight in your war, but you’re not splitting us up. You want Nick, you get all of us.”

“It’s your war too.”


Nick started to turn towards Chip; Xander, with slightly more presence of mind, caught his arm and dove for the ground. Phineas was yelling, but they couldn’t hear him over the sudden wind howling around them.

Nick happened to be looking at Xander, or he wouldn’t have realised the other boy was talking. He read ‘Holy shit…’ from his lips and turned awkwardly to follow his gaze.

There was a dragon standing over them.

Nick could hear Phineas yelling at it. He could hear Chip telling him to stay still, and he could feel Xander tugging at his leg, trying to get him to edge backwards. He was aware of all of it, but none of it mattered, because the Fireheart was standing over him.

He kicked free of Xander and rose to his feet. He was standing almost in the dragon’s jaws; if he stretched, he could reach it’s muzzle.

“Bowen,” Phineas said, suddenly very clear. “You should come out of there.”

“Fireheart won’t hurt me,” Nick said absently.

“You’re scaring the girls, mate.” Xander was harder to hear. “You’re scaring me. Come on.”

Nick stroked the dragon’s neck, once, before quite casually turning his back on him to rejoin Xander.

“Ok. How did you do that and where can I learn?” Chip asked eagerly.

Nick shrugged, glancing over his shoulder. “Beats me.”

“Fireheart is allied with the Red Warrior.” There was an odd tone in Phineas’ voice. “We weren’t sure it would work, since Koragg raised him.”

“You called him Bowen,” Maddie murmured.

“That’s his name.”

“My name is Nick,” he said sharply.

“No,” Phineas said just as sharply. “Only the Light could step so effortlessly into his powers. Only the Light could tame Fireheart with a look. Only the Light can rally all the magical beings to our side.”

“I thought they were following Udonna,” Xander protested.

“Most of them will. But if it becomes known that we have found the Light and he stands with us…no one’s forgotten how badly things have gone since you were lost.”

“Bowen was lost twenty years ago, and you won that war,” Nick pointed out. “I don’t know how to be him.”

Vida glanced back at Fireheart. “Trusting your instincts seems to be working pretty well.”

Nick grimaced. “Alright, Phineas. I’ll be your mascot. But they’re not my parents, understand? I have parents.”

“Yes, their names are Udonna and Leanbow.”

Xander clapped his hands loudly, cutting Nick off when he would have retorted. “Good. Everyone happy? Great, let’s go then. Unless you have any other surprises for us?”

“Nope, that’s it.”

“Nick, can we ride back?” Chip asked hopefully.

“No, he needs to get used to yo—us. Next time, maybe.” He looked back at the dragon. “Go on, Fireheart. We’ll call you when we need you.”

Fireheart snorted, pushing off. The kids threw up their arms against the downdraft; Chip nearly went flying, bracing himself against a tree. Nick was supporting the girls.

Fireheart cried once, an oddly mournful sound; Nick glanced up, but he didn’t speak. Xander was about to ask Chip about dragons—anything to break the silence—when there was a whoosh and a thousand tiny sparks, shining like stars, rained down around them. The sparks were too small even to burn, winking out as they neared the forest floor.

Maddie laughed, linking arms with Nick and drawing him on ahead, chatting quietly. Xander slowed, falling into step with Phineas.

“He’s very strong,” he said casually, gesturing vaguely towards Nick. Phineas grunted noncommittally, and he continued in the same casual tone, “Why does that scare you?”

“We knew the Light would be strong. But he’s beyond anything we dreamed of. It’s great for us, but if he’s turned…”

“Can he be?”

“The Master turned Leanbow. It can be done. Nick grew up in a world without magic, without knowing who he was, and now…he’s not learning anything, he’s just remembering it.”

“We’ll just have to make sure he doesn’t turn, then.” Xander clapped his shoulder, lengthening his stride to catch up with Chip.

“Yeah. We will,” Phineas murmured.