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Pyromania
Jaedite woke up with a huge headache, what happened to him? He remembered fighting the scouts, remembered Sailor Mars defeating him, then Queen Beryl punishing him, it was supposed to be eternal darkness, so what was he doing here, awake? He tried to get up, but it was all in vain, every single part of his body was hurting, Jaedite wondered if he even still had his powers, he felt so weak.
With a lot of effort and after many failed tries, he finally managed to sit up straight. He looked around, this place looked like a desert of ice, and it was so cold, so damn cold. Only then did he realize that he was on Earth, although the Negaverse was cold, it didn't look like this, he must be at one of Earth's poles.
"Oh shit, now how in hell did I get here, and how did I manage to get free?" mumbled Jaedite fighting of the dizziness and trying not to shiver in the harsh cold.
He looked at his uniform; it was a mess, still torn from fighting the scouts, those brats, what have they put him through! Finally Jaedite was able to get up, where to now, he probably should return to the negaverse, Queen Beryl probably spared him.no that couldn't be, that would not be like her, she got rid of him, he doesn't exist for her any more, this might be just a lucky accident for him that he is free.
Jaedite tried to test his powers, but to his surprise and almost horror, they were not working, he could feel that he still had powers, he could feel them, although they did feel different, but he could still feel they were there, why couldn't he use them? He tried and tried, and tried, but he produced nothing, was this some kind of sick joke of someone in the negaverse, free him and then leave him helpless?
Looking around, only white and cold, how could this be, if he doesn't get out of here, he's going to freeze to death, this couldn't be, he was being beaten by the cursed weather, it's like the planet itself hated and tried to destroy him, was he forever cursed to be an eternal outcast? Shaking the thoughts of Jaedite started walking in a general direction hugging himself to keep himself warmer, he wasn't hoping to get anywhere like this, but he kept walking fighting of the harsh wind, he didn't want to die, not like this, he didn't want to die like this, all by himself, forgotten by everyone.
How long has it been? He couldn't remember, it didn't matter, must be a while though, everyone seemed to have forgotten him; it must have been some time. Jaedite was quickly loosing all the little strength he still had, the wind and snow were beating in his face that he desperately tried to hide with his arm, he couldn't go on like this, why was he feeling like this, he was never weak, but now he felt like he couldn't go on. He remembered the darkness queen Beryl threw him into, he was never very found of her very much, but he hated her so now, she had no right to punish him like this, he was outnumbered four to one (including Darien), what was she expecting him to be, invincible?
Jaedite was no longer sure what hurt more, the harsh frigidness of his surrounding, or the feeling of being used and discarded. Drained of his last strength Jaedite dropped to his knees unable to move any more, this was it.
Cold snow bit into his face as he fell into it exhausted, and the furious wind already started covering him with a blanket of the white death. What a harsh planet could this be, Earth, in one place, you freeze, in another, you drown from floods and deep waters, yet in other places it is so hot and dry that you almost cook alive. The earthquakes, tornadoes, tsunamis, volcanoes, storms, this plane seemed like it was almost created to destroy its own habitants, and yet, there were also places where it was paradise.
Jaedite didn't know why he was thinking about that now, so close to his own demise, but he was. He has always thought the Earthlings weak, but was he really right about that? They had no power, and yet, they survived on this planet, they prospered here, and most of all, they were happy here, on this planet with it's so many faults, they could still enjoy life. Their entire lies were a struggle, yet they fought to preserve them as much as they could. The young general thought, could it be, could it be that he lived his life the wrong way?
He closed his eyes and thought just how weak he himself was when deprived of what he has always took for granted. The snow was quickly covering him, no, he didn't want this to end so fast, he wanted to live, however screwed up his life was, he still wanted to live it. Jaedite opened his eyes and tried as hard as he could to get up, but all he managed was to prop himself up just a bit only to fall right back into the snow. A tear fell down his cheek and froze on his face, what was his pain, was he scared? Jaedite has never cried in his life before, not in the silver millennium, not during his time in the negaverse, not ever, but now he was, he was dying, and there was no one to help him, and even if there was anyone, they wouldn't want to.
As a last attempt to save himself Jaedite reached blindly into his power, he knew it was still there, he could feel it clearly, he just couldn't tap into it. And there it was, a miracle, it worked! But it was not what he has expected, in his outstretched hand formed a small fire, a tiny flame, a fireball. Fire? Sure he could use fire before and there were many other abilities he had, but that was just regular fire, not like this, this was celestial fire. Ever since when did he know how to use celestial fire? Jaedite didn't get a chance to think about it much, he was drained, the fire died, and with it left his hope, his vision blurred and Jaedite fell back into the darkness he has just escaped.
Sleep.
Dream.
Don't feel.
But the fire inside, it still burns.
Jaedite fell deeper and deeper into sleep and he dreamt.
Fire, fire was everywhere and one little boy with blonde curly hair and stormy blue eyes, was there, unafraid. Fire was his little friend, his companion, it understood him, he confided in it. So warm, there was a passion there, something that fueled him, something that made him feel not alone, not scared and strong. With his little friend he felt like he could do anything, he controlled it and it never hurt him. People pointed at him, said that he was strange, that he was too powerful, some said that he was dangerous, but the little boy walked on, alone.or was he? His passion was there with him, his fire always burning bright, celestial fire. Fire was so many things, anger, passion, rage, strength, courage, love, light.
And then came a darkness, with its frigid breath it froze the fire, destroyed the passion, killed the warmth, and left behind only the cold icy bareness. And there, among the bareness stood a young general, a grown man, all alone, cold and heartless.
Jaedite woke up with a start, he could barely feel his body, as he opened his eyes, a cold blanket of ice lay upon him, a little longer and he would have died, but that would not happened, he was not about to be defeated by ice, not again he would not be! With all his might he tapped into the fire that was sleeping inside of him for years, like time bomb that was set of, it all exploded, the searing heat radiated from Jaedite as an explosion of fire freed him from yet another icy prison, fire, it was all around him, circulation him feeding his long lost passion. He stood up strong once again and still alone.or was he?
With barely any effort Jaedite teleported himself to the location of his last battle. He only now noticed that his uniform changed, he was clad in back pants, black shirt and a black cape, but his cape had a magnificent flame pattern on the bottom, and the flat shoulder-guards on his shoulders were decorated with black gold and red rubies. Where does this come from? though Jaedite. This uniform was something new, has he ever worn it before? It didn't matter, he liked it just the same.
Jeadite walked along the airport where he last fought, something told him that he was more powerful now then he was then, he didn't know why he thought so, he just knew he was. A guard came running to him yelling him to freeze. Jeadite turned to face him, for some reason he felt like having some fun right now.
"What do you want, I did something illegal? Or is standing here illegal?" Jeadite smirked at the guards strange expression, must be the effect of his new uniform.
Jaedite could almost pass for being dressed normally if it wasn't for his cloak and shoulder-guards.
"What? I'm not supposed to be here? Tell me.cat got your tongue?" Jaedite proceeded to approach the man in steady confident strokes.
The guy was speechless, some instinct has warned him on the inside that Jaedite was dangerous and he started to slowly back away. Jeadite got bored, with a sharp raise of his hand he incinerated the man in a second leaving a pile of ash in his place. Jaedite was proud, Sailor Mars could not even compare to him, her fire was nothing compared to his, her passion failed comparing to what he felt right now and he knew it. And the sweetest thing, she was powerless against him, but he was not powerless against her, time to pay the old friend a visit.
AN:Tell me if I should continue, I will not write more till I get at least 10 reviews.
Pyromania
Jaedite woke up with a huge headache, what happened to him? He remembered fighting the scouts, remembered Sailor Mars defeating him, then Queen Beryl punishing him, it was supposed to be eternal darkness, so what was he doing here, awake? He tried to get up, but it was all in vain, every single part of his body was hurting, Jaedite wondered if he even still had his powers, he felt so weak.
With a lot of effort and after many failed tries, he finally managed to sit up straight. He looked around, this place looked like a desert of ice, and it was so cold, so damn cold. Only then did he realize that he was on Earth, although the Negaverse was cold, it didn't look like this, he must be at one of Earth's poles.
"Oh shit, now how in hell did I get here, and how did I manage to get free?" mumbled Jaedite fighting of the dizziness and trying not to shiver in the harsh cold.
He looked at his uniform; it was a mess, still torn from fighting the scouts, those brats, what have they put him through! Finally Jaedite was able to get up, where to now, he probably should return to the negaverse, Queen Beryl probably spared him.no that couldn't be, that would not be like her, she got rid of him, he doesn't exist for her any more, this might be just a lucky accident for him that he is free.
Jaedite tried to test his powers, but to his surprise and almost horror, they were not working, he could feel that he still had powers, he could feel them, although they did feel different, but he could still feel they were there, why couldn't he use them? He tried and tried, and tried, but he produced nothing, was this some kind of sick joke of someone in the negaverse, free him and then leave him helpless?
Looking around, only white and cold, how could this be, if he doesn't get out of here, he's going to freeze to death, this couldn't be, he was being beaten by the cursed weather, it's like the planet itself hated and tried to destroy him, was he forever cursed to be an eternal outcast? Shaking the thoughts of Jaedite started walking in a general direction hugging himself to keep himself warmer, he wasn't hoping to get anywhere like this, but he kept walking fighting of the harsh wind, he didn't want to die, not like this, he didn't want to die like this, all by himself, forgotten by everyone.
How long has it been? He couldn't remember, it didn't matter, must be a while though, everyone seemed to have forgotten him; it must have been some time. Jaedite was quickly loosing all the little strength he still had, the wind and snow were beating in his face that he desperately tried to hide with his arm, he couldn't go on like this, why was he feeling like this, he was never weak, but now he felt like he couldn't go on. He remembered the darkness queen Beryl threw him into, he was never very found of her very much, but he hated her so now, she had no right to punish him like this, he was outnumbered four to one (including Darien), what was she expecting him to be, invincible?
Jaedite was no longer sure what hurt more, the harsh frigidness of his surrounding, or the feeling of being used and discarded. Drained of his last strength Jaedite dropped to his knees unable to move any more, this was it.
Cold snow bit into his face as he fell into it exhausted, and the furious wind already started covering him with a blanket of the white death. What a harsh planet could this be, Earth, in one place, you freeze, in another, you drown from floods and deep waters, yet in other places it is so hot and dry that you almost cook alive. The earthquakes, tornadoes, tsunamis, volcanoes, storms, this plane seemed like it was almost created to destroy its own habitants, and yet, there were also places where it was paradise.
Jaedite didn't know why he was thinking about that now, so close to his own demise, but he was. He has always thought the Earthlings weak, but was he really right about that? They had no power, and yet, they survived on this planet, they prospered here, and most of all, they were happy here, on this planet with it's so many faults, they could still enjoy life. Their entire lies were a struggle, yet they fought to preserve them as much as they could. The young general thought, could it be, could it be that he lived his life the wrong way?
He closed his eyes and thought just how weak he himself was when deprived of what he has always took for granted. The snow was quickly covering him, no, he didn't want this to end so fast, he wanted to live, however screwed up his life was, he still wanted to live it. Jaedite opened his eyes and tried as hard as he could to get up, but all he managed was to prop himself up just a bit only to fall right back into the snow. A tear fell down his cheek and froze on his face, what was his pain, was he scared? Jaedite has never cried in his life before, not in the silver millennium, not during his time in the negaverse, not ever, but now he was, he was dying, and there was no one to help him, and even if there was anyone, they wouldn't want to.
As a last attempt to save himself Jaedite reached blindly into his power, he knew it was still there, he could feel it clearly, he just couldn't tap into it. And there it was, a miracle, it worked! But it was not what he has expected, in his outstretched hand formed a small fire, a tiny flame, a fireball. Fire? Sure he could use fire before and there were many other abilities he had, but that was just regular fire, not like this, this was celestial fire. Ever since when did he know how to use celestial fire? Jaedite didn't get a chance to think about it much, he was drained, the fire died, and with it left his hope, his vision blurred and Jaedite fell back into the darkness he has just escaped.
Sleep.
Dream.
Don't feel.
But the fire inside, it still burns.
Jaedite fell deeper and deeper into sleep and he dreamt.
Fire, fire was everywhere and one little boy with blonde curly hair and stormy blue eyes, was there, unafraid. Fire was his little friend, his companion, it understood him, he confided in it. So warm, there was a passion there, something that fueled him, something that made him feel not alone, not scared and strong. With his little friend he felt like he could do anything, he controlled it and it never hurt him. People pointed at him, said that he was strange, that he was too powerful, some said that he was dangerous, but the little boy walked on, alone.or was he? His passion was there with him, his fire always burning bright, celestial fire. Fire was so many things, anger, passion, rage, strength, courage, love, light.
And then came a darkness, with its frigid breath it froze the fire, destroyed the passion, killed the warmth, and left behind only the cold icy bareness. And there, among the bareness stood a young general, a grown man, all alone, cold and heartless.
Jaedite woke up with a start, he could barely feel his body, as he opened his eyes, a cold blanket of ice lay upon him, a little longer and he would have died, but that would not happened, he was not about to be defeated by ice, not again he would not be! With all his might he tapped into the fire that was sleeping inside of him for years, like time bomb that was set of, it all exploded, the searing heat radiated from Jaedite as an explosion of fire freed him from yet another icy prison, fire, it was all around him, circulation him feeding his long lost passion. He stood up strong once again and still alone.or was he?
With barely any effort Jaedite teleported himself to the location of his last battle. He only now noticed that his uniform changed, he was clad in back pants, black shirt and a black cape, but his cape had a magnificent flame pattern on the bottom, and the flat shoulder-guards on his shoulders were decorated with black gold and red rubies. Where does this come from? though Jaedite. This uniform was something new, has he ever worn it before? It didn't matter, he liked it just the same.
Jeadite walked along the airport where he last fought, something told him that he was more powerful now then he was then, he didn't know why he thought so, he just knew he was. A guard came running to him yelling him to freeze. Jeadite turned to face him, for some reason he felt like having some fun right now.
"What do you want, I did something illegal? Or is standing here illegal?" Jeadite smirked at the guards strange expression, must be the effect of his new uniform.
Jaedite could almost pass for being dressed normally if it wasn't for his cloak and shoulder-guards.
"What? I'm not supposed to be here? Tell me.cat got your tongue?" Jaedite proceeded to approach the man in steady confident strokes.
The guy was speechless, some instinct has warned him on the inside that Jaedite was dangerous and he started to slowly back away. Jeadite got bored, with a sharp raise of his hand he incinerated the man in a second leaving a pile of ash in his place. Jaedite was proud, Sailor Mars could not even compare to him, her fire was nothing compared to his, her passion failed comparing to what he felt right now and he knew it. And the sweetest thing, she was powerless against him, but he was not powerless against her, time to pay the old friend a visit.
AN:Tell me if I should continue, I will not write more till I get at least 10 reviews.