Title: Guardian Ghost; The Dream
Rating: pg13
Disclaimer: I don't own Max Steel, but I do own my character. Please don't sue or anything, I have little value or possessions. And you wouldn't want the Cat I do have, he'll tell no tales and he'll eat all your ice cream.
Author's note: Alright, I could tell you what's going to happen but it would ruin the surprise of it wouldn't it? I accept all comments, good and bad. Either way it means someone took the time to actually read one of my stories. Good reading!
Guardian Ghost; The Dream
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Berto gratefully fell into sleep as the pills kicked in and knocked out his already weak body into oblivion.
And the dream began again . . .
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Red eyes glared at him in the dark and he ran from them in fear, why he feared those eyes he did not know, except that he felt a sense of evil to them.
He ran from those eyes into woods, and finally, burst into a clearing where battle waged. He watched as warriors fought and he found him self confused.
He could see men painted in blue, like the Irish used to do once, fighting with great passion; alongside them he could see men armed with lasers, of the likes he had never seen before, fighting as well. But all of them had one thing in common, the amulet around their neck.
It was an amulet he himself had, passed down to him by his grandfather who had said his grandmother had kept it for one of their grandchildren to have. The chosen protégé his grandfather had said, the grandchild that would belong to her.
This Berto had not understood, what "her" was, but now watching this battle, seeing all these men from Past, Present, and what he assumed was future . . . He thought he understood.
Then the strange woman appeared once more, still astride her horse, and reached down to haul him up behind her before he could protest.
He winced as they sped away, the horse moving beneath them. The woman in front of him, struck men down as she cut through them.
As she broke away from the battle, she turned towards a path, and flew down it with the horse.
"Listen to me, Berto. You must do as I say when you go back to the waking world. But first there is much you must know," the woman murmured to him as she slowed her mount.
"You must wear the amulet, it will help protect you. But to wear it you must first understand that with its power comes a responsibility. Once you wear it, you are now and for always under my care.
"In return a piece of your soul will forever belong to me. I wish it wasn't so for you to be placed under my protection, but in order for such a deal to be done a high price must be paid," she finished softly as the horse slowed and moved quietly through the forest's shadows.
"Why?" Berto stated simply, not comprehending anything she said. This dream world was real and surreal at the same time. He understood that this had to be the woman from the tales his grandmother had often told to him as a child, and that like the characters in the stories, she had chosen him to be under her protection. But there still remained the question of 'WHY?'
Looking back to the woman turned and watching him, he started as he realized she was no longer on the horse, but floating in front of him now. She had her blades in her lap and had cleaned them while his mind had wandered over the questions he had.
As he watched her, her face eased into a serene, but sad smile. "Why, eh Berto? Why do you need to be under my protection? Because very soon, an enemy with glowing eyes will kill you and it will be Max who will find your body. Then he will start a chain of events that will take years to stop and cost thousands their lives," she quietly stated.
" I've tried to find a way to stop it; that allows your death, but there is no such solution. In order to prevent so many deaths, I must prevent yours from occurring. In doing so, I disrupt a very crucial, and very delicate balance. To disrupt the balance of life and death, if only but one life, changes the course of everything. I challenge the very fates to do so, and because of it you must be placed under my protection, and as a rule most offer a piece of your soul in return. It's a rule I dislike, but cannot change. So please, Berto, make your decision. When you return to the waking world, take the amulet out of your bag and put it around your neck. That signifies you offer a part of your soul to me and are placed under my protection. Once it is done it is final, and the deal does not even end with your death, but only when your soul ceases to exist. Choose wisely," she finished.
Berto looked at her in something between shock and befuddlement as his brain tried to process all she had said. 'Is this even real?' his mind questioned as he stared at her, 'or some fever-induced dream?'
"This is no dream Berto, and to prove it, when you return to the waking world there will be a dagger on the console and front of you. It will be approximately eight inches in length, and the hilt will have a design carved into it, it will be of a fox with silver eyes and from the fox's eyes will course tears of blue that will run down on the blade. If that is there, then you can be sure this is real," she finished.
Berto nodded to himself, half-believing it would be there when he woke up, half-not. He turned to her to ask a question and realized she had gone completely still.
She turned to him with a glazed expression in her eyes and said "Go now, you can't stay any longer. He's coming! . . ."
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Berto jerked awake with a gasp, her voice echoing in his head as his eyes toke in the dim interior of the ArticKat. A glance at his watch showed him Max had been gone two hours, and that he should check in with him.
As he reached to turn on the portable Bio-Link, he saw the dagger lying on the console. He lifted it up with shaking hands to pull off sheath and stare at it. There, on the dagger's hilt, a fox with silver eyes stared back at him, blue tears running from its eyes onto the shining blade.
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Author's Note: Well this is shorter than I wanted it to be, but it will have to do for now. I hope you like it. Thanks for reading!
Rating: pg13
Disclaimer: I don't own Max Steel, but I do own my character. Please don't sue or anything, I have little value or possessions. And you wouldn't want the Cat I do have, he'll tell no tales and he'll eat all your ice cream.
Author's note: Alright, I could tell you what's going to happen but it would ruin the surprise of it wouldn't it? I accept all comments, good and bad. Either way it means someone took the time to actually read one of my stories. Good reading!
Guardian Ghost; The Dream
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Berto gratefully fell into sleep as the pills kicked in and knocked out his already weak body into oblivion.
And the dream began again . . .
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Red eyes glared at him in the dark and he ran from them in fear, why he feared those eyes he did not know, except that he felt a sense of evil to them.
He ran from those eyes into woods, and finally, burst into a clearing where battle waged. He watched as warriors fought and he found him self confused.
He could see men painted in blue, like the Irish used to do once, fighting with great passion; alongside them he could see men armed with lasers, of the likes he had never seen before, fighting as well. But all of them had one thing in common, the amulet around their neck.
It was an amulet he himself had, passed down to him by his grandfather who had said his grandmother had kept it for one of their grandchildren to have. The chosen protégé his grandfather had said, the grandchild that would belong to her.
This Berto had not understood, what "her" was, but now watching this battle, seeing all these men from Past, Present, and what he assumed was future . . . He thought he understood.
Then the strange woman appeared once more, still astride her horse, and reached down to haul him up behind her before he could protest.
He winced as they sped away, the horse moving beneath them. The woman in front of him, struck men down as she cut through them.
As she broke away from the battle, she turned towards a path, and flew down it with the horse.
"Listen to me, Berto. You must do as I say when you go back to the waking world. But first there is much you must know," the woman murmured to him as she slowed her mount.
"You must wear the amulet, it will help protect you. But to wear it you must first understand that with its power comes a responsibility. Once you wear it, you are now and for always under my care.
"In return a piece of your soul will forever belong to me. I wish it wasn't so for you to be placed under my protection, but in order for such a deal to be done a high price must be paid," she finished softly as the horse slowed and moved quietly through the forest's shadows.
"Why?" Berto stated simply, not comprehending anything she said. This dream world was real and surreal at the same time. He understood that this had to be the woman from the tales his grandmother had often told to him as a child, and that like the characters in the stories, she had chosen him to be under her protection. But there still remained the question of 'WHY?'
Looking back to the woman turned and watching him, he started as he realized she was no longer on the horse, but floating in front of him now. She had her blades in her lap and had cleaned them while his mind had wandered over the questions he had.
As he watched her, her face eased into a serene, but sad smile. "Why, eh Berto? Why do you need to be under my protection? Because very soon, an enemy with glowing eyes will kill you and it will be Max who will find your body. Then he will start a chain of events that will take years to stop and cost thousands their lives," she quietly stated.
" I've tried to find a way to stop it; that allows your death, but there is no such solution. In order to prevent so many deaths, I must prevent yours from occurring. In doing so, I disrupt a very crucial, and very delicate balance. To disrupt the balance of life and death, if only but one life, changes the course of everything. I challenge the very fates to do so, and because of it you must be placed under my protection, and as a rule most offer a piece of your soul in return. It's a rule I dislike, but cannot change. So please, Berto, make your decision. When you return to the waking world, take the amulet out of your bag and put it around your neck. That signifies you offer a part of your soul to me and are placed under my protection. Once it is done it is final, and the deal does not even end with your death, but only when your soul ceases to exist. Choose wisely," she finished.
Berto looked at her in something between shock and befuddlement as his brain tried to process all she had said. 'Is this even real?' his mind questioned as he stared at her, 'or some fever-induced dream?'
"This is no dream Berto, and to prove it, when you return to the waking world there will be a dagger on the console and front of you. It will be approximately eight inches in length, and the hilt will have a design carved into it, it will be of a fox with silver eyes and from the fox's eyes will course tears of blue that will run down on the blade. If that is there, then you can be sure this is real," she finished.
Berto nodded to himself, half-believing it would be there when he woke up, half-not. He turned to her to ask a question and realized she had gone completely still.
She turned to him with a glazed expression in her eyes and said "Go now, you can't stay any longer. He's coming! . . ."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Berto jerked awake with a gasp, her voice echoing in his head as his eyes toke in the dim interior of the ArticKat. A glance at his watch showed him Max had been gone two hours, and that he should check in with him.
As he reached to turn on the portable Bio-Link, he saw the dagger lying on the console. He lifted it up with shaking hands to pull off sheath and stare at it. There, on the dagger's hilt, a fox with silver eyes stared back at him, blue tears running from its eyes onto the shining blade.
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Author's Note: Well this is shorter than I wanted it to be, but it will have to do for now. I hope you like it. Thanks for reading!