Hello darlings! Falconwing, Woodflower, and the rest of the gang are back! If you didn't already know, the crossover for this one is Don't Underestimate Me, a BloodClan fic. This one will be considerably shorter then Destiny, being only nine or ten chapters, and i am considering a third part in the series, though i have to get the plot planned out. Just a note, i hated the way Don't Underestimate Me started, so i am considering putting it on hold until this one is over. Anyway, enjoy! I love this begining!
She was curled in her den, asleep when her friend returned to her. The friend that she had not seen or heard from in two years, that she had given up hoping will return. Her paw steps were light as she stepped into the camp during that twilight, and all of the cats quivered with excitement at her sight.
Fate, their mother and the guider to Destiny had returned to them. She was small, and had changed little while away traveling. Her eyes were still a mystical gray, and he fur and near bleached white. Now she wore a vine around her neck like a prize, and one curled out her tail.
"Fate," whispered a pale gray she-cat from her resting place, she crawled over tiredly, "Is that really you? Have you really returned?" She collapsed onto the ground in front of the she-cat, who bent and touched her neck with her muzzle.
"I am back," she smiled, "And I have found a way to bring Falconwing back to you." There were yowls of excitement throughout the whole camp, and Fate laughed until she heard a familiar voice of the gray and white tabby Icefire, and the clearing went silent.
The she-cat dragged herself out of her nest and hauled herself to her feet. Each one of her steps was heavy with grief as she padded to the entrance of the den and stood there. Her fur, which had been so sleek and well-cared for before, was now matted and dull. Her eyes, which had been so life-filled with hope and love for her Clan, were now dry of tears and dull. She held herself in almost and exhausted manner, shoulders hunched and head low, tail trailing in the dirt.
"Is this another dream?" she whispered when she saw Fate, "Like all of those others, where you said there was no way to bring him back?" Fates' smile had vanished, and she left Foamtails' side to come closer to the she-cat.
"Woodflower," she whispered, touching her head gently, "This is not a dream, Falconwing will come back." Woodflower trembled now, and collapsed around Fate, crying bitterly. Icefire, who had helped Foamtail to her paws, now helped her to her friend.
"You've been through so much pain," whispered Fate, licking her head gently as she cried in her shoulder, "All of those unshed tears drowning yourself in guilt that you have never deserved. Anyone can tell that you died a very long time ago inside." She sighed and resting her head on Woodflowers' neck, "But I am here to help you live again. Falconwing will come back within the moon phase,"
"But how?" whispered Icefire, settling Foamtail down by the goddess, "How can you bring back someone who has never escaped the Eternal Twilight?" Fate flicked her tail to the entrance of the camp, and every cat spun around to see a small golden she-cat standing there. She padded forward, and as a breeze blew through the camp, the cats grew fearful of her as the thought passed through their heads, she has no scent.
She stopped a tail length behind Fate, and Woodflower lifted her face to see her. Fate touched Woodflowers head gently in an act of hope.
"This is Split," she whispered, "She, like you, has a gift unique to her alone." Woodflower blinked, and a clear film covered her eyes, turning them gray-blue. She had perfected her Sight in the last two years, but had stopped using it after a few seasons when she had fallen into a depression.
"Yes, just like your Sight," whispered Fate, "However, Spilt has the ability to walk through the walls connecting the worlds. She is the only one with hope for returning from the Eternal Twilight with Falconwing." Woodflower nodded quietly, she was listening and Fate continued, "However, there is a price for exiting a world with a companion. To return Falconwing, you must give up your Sight."
Woodflower nodded, "Then take it, I don't need it ever since we got rid of the Cerberus." She stretched a paw towards Split, "Please, tell him to come back to me. I miss him so much…" Spilt walked forward and lowered her muzzle to gently touch Woodflowers' paw.
"I will bring him back," she whispered, her voice was like a gentle rain, full of life and sorrow at the same time, "I can't see another cat go through what my mother did. It is very painful to those around you." She nodded to Fate, "I am ready to jump. All I need is the Sight." Fate nodded and touched Woodflowers' head with her muzzle again, and when she lifted it, a thin strand of silver came with her. She released it, and it floated to Spilt, settling in her back and sinking into her skin, leaving a pale streak between her legs.
"Take care," smiled Fate, "and don't be to long. If you stay to long in the Eternal there are no way you can return." Split nodded, and Fate paused before adding, "And if you cannot find him, go to the King, he should know him." Split turned around, but then glanced back at Fate.
"How will I know what he looks like?" she whispered. Fate smiled back calmly and touched Woodflowers head gently with her muzzle.
"Trust me, you will know him." She answered, and then flicked her tail, "Now go, the Eternal is expecting you." Split nodded and looked back towards the center of the camp. She closed her eyes, and a thin strand of light appeared, widening into a crack, familiar to the eyes of the tired ThunderClan warriors. She glanced over her shoulder to meet Woodflowers' eyes once, and then bounded forward into the light and vanished into the inescapable dimension.
The King lifted his eyes to the stars and sighed, his crown glittering on his head, a plain, thin band of gold that fit perfectly. Around his neck he wore the Pendant of the King, a carved wooden flower on a chain of gold. He had waited forever for the moment when he ruled the Eternal Twilight, now it was time to find a way to escape and return to the world he had been stolen from.
"I am coming back," The King whispered, and then cast a glare to the corner of the room at an opaque white stone about a fox length high and two tail lengths wide. It was cut in a diamond shape, and was encircled with black vine. He went to it, pressing his face against its' surprisingly warm surface and smiling.
"And you are to die." He whispered. There was a brief flash of lightning from an oncoming storm outside, and for that second the stone became clear. There, hovering in the stones' liquid heart floated the true king, eyes half closed, bubbles coming from his nose and mouth and vanishing. The King laughed and whisked around to his throne.
Inside the stone, the true king felt his heart being torn in half. He couldn't move because of the spell placed on him, but could survive because of it. He would free himself soon; he had sworn he would return to his home. He had sworn it on his falcon wings.
Ahahahaha, i love this begining! I'm going to write the second chapter now! and I will wait until people review before i post it!