Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ The Call of Destiny ❯ Chapter: 7 ( Chapter 7 )

 

The Call Of Destiny

 

“ Speech “

` Thoughts `

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A/N: Enjoy!

 

Chapter: Seven

 

-xXx-

 

Morila stood twenty feet away with a look of shock which matched Evil-Lyn's, albeit for an entirely different reason.

 

“You still stand?!” Morila stated angrily.

 

The dark witch charged up her staff once again, ready to deliver another crippling blast to her estranged niece. Palath though didn't show any fear, as she was too filled with hate, and thoughts of revenge for what happened to her mother.

 

“Put down your staff and fight me! Or are you truly this cowardly; that you fear meeting me in a fair battle?!”

 

“You foolish little girl, do you really believe you stand a chance against me either way? Your mother fell to me, and if you persist in trying to gain justice for her, you will meet the same fate she did,” Morila said coldly.

 

“You only defeated her with the help of your fatherless daughter and her accursed magical arrows! Never, were you a match for my mother, never!” the young elf screamed in rage.

 

“If Mala were truly the warrior you make her out to be then she wouldn't of fallen to me. Why don't you just face the fact that just like yourself, she was worthless,” Morila said as an evil smile crept across her face.

 

The statement caused Palath to become so enraged she charged her aunt without a second thought. Morila's smile grew even bigger, as she saw her nieces fool-hardiness. Pointing her glowing staff right at her incoming opponent, she waited for the right time to unleash her fiery.

 

' Foolish of her to rush in like that without any means of fending off whatever Morila will fire at her,' Evil-Lyn thought to herself, as she got over her initial shock at seeing the witch's choice of clothing.

 

Deciding to save Palath from her own folly. Evil-Lyn used her super speed to appear between Palath and Morila just as the dark witch fired. With her right hand, Evil-Lyn grabbed the staff about a foot from the tip, and redirected it and the blast harmlessly towards the sky.

 

“Who dares to interfere with ...--”

 

Morila froze with terror as she saw Evil-Lyn's face. A smirk soon crossed Evil-Lyn's lips as she saw the shocked look from Morila. Deciding to take full advantage of the moment. Evil-Lyn quickly ripped the staff out of Morila's hand, then with lighting quickness grasped the dark witch by the throat, and with minimal effort lifted her two feet off the ground.

“Your appearance implies power, but yet you fell to me so easily. Perhaps you're not nearly as strong as you may think little witch,” Evil-Lyn said with a cocky smirk.

 

Morila struggled with all her might to break Evil-Lyn's grasp, but all her attempts came up fruitless.

 

“We shall be going now, I assume you will have no problems in that? ...” Evil-Lyn said coldly.

 

Never before had a follower of the Demon Queen been treated in such a shameful manner. Morila felt completely helpless, almost as if she were a newborn. Both her daughters tried to rush to her aid, but each found themselves suddenly paralyzed by an unknown force.

 

“I asked you a question little witch, and it is in your best interest to answer me promptly,” Evil-Lyn said coldly, as she tightened her grip around Morila's neck.

 

Morila could feel herself losing consciousness. But, being stubborn as a mule, the witch refused to acknowledge Evil-Lyn's request for an answer. But, thankfully for her, a much wiser person entered themselves into the conversation, and ultimately made the decision for her.

 

“I apologize if my apprentice has insulted you in some manner, please except my apologies on her behalf ...”

 

Evil-Lyn turned her attention towards the source of the voice, only to be met with the site of another female elf.

 

“Morila can get carried away at times, again, please forgive the folly of youth.” the elder elf said with a slight bow.

 

Evil-Lyn looked over the youthful looking elf carefully. Koceti was about the same height as her student, which had her about the same height as Evil-Lyn. She was dressed in a full body, black, woman's tunic, with a pair of simple looking black sandals. Like most, if not all of the female inhabitants Evil-Lyn had seen so far, save for Palath. The purple skinned elder witch sported long straight hair; except Koceti's black hair went down to her thighs. She carried a staff that resembled her students, except for the color of the orb, which matched her white eyes, that at times appeared to be glowing.

 

“And who might you be?” the former witch asked flatly.

 

“My name is Koceti, humble servant of the Demon Queen, and mentor to all who may wish to learn her ways.”

 

Upon hearing the name Demon Queen. Evil-Lyn sought to find out more about who or what she or it was.

 

“The archer also mentioned something about this Demon Queen, who exactly is she or it?”

 

Koceti looked at Evil-Lyn puzzled. She had figured by now everyone on Neshshivau had heard of her goddess. Especially the snobby and secluded Espen, given the people of Heah were the first to start the worship of Eternians.

 

' But yet this one claims to have no knowledge of who she is, ' Koceti thought suspiciously.

 

“She is one of the mighty Eternian deities; one of the older children of the Great Spirit who formed all life,” Koceti spoke with pride in regards to her suppose god.

 

' This can't be... ' Evil-Lyn said to herself disbelievingly.

 

“I assume this deity of yours has a form as well as a name,” Evil-Lyn said flatly, though inwardly she was almost afraid to hear the answer.

 

“My god has no permanent form; it is said an Eternian can assume any form they wish. But, my pupil here is dressed in one of the forms Lyn, the Demon Queen likes to assume.”

 

' Lyn??... ' Evil-Lyn thought, as her faced suddenly paled.

 

A feeling of dread suddenly came over Evil-Lyn. Subconsciously, she began to tighten her grip around Morila's neck, causing her mails to pierce through the witch's skin. If not for the feeling of something dripping on her hand, Evil-Lyn would of certainly killed Morila at that moment.

 

' This can't be real, I must be in some sort of bizarre dream... ' she again said with disbelief.

 

Deciding she had heard enough talk about Eternian deities, the former witch tossed Morila and her staff at the feet of Koceti. Without further hesitance Evil-Lyn grabbed Palath by the arm and hastily made her way towards the village entrance.

 

“May I know your name mighty warrior? Someone as powerful as yourself must be a legend on Heah,” Koceti asked, hoping Evil-Lyn was someone important

 

Evil-Lyn stopped for a moment considering the request, but after a few seconds she merely continued on her way out of the village, without uttering a word. Morila though wasn't about to let things end so quietly. Staggering to her feet, she mustered her dark power on the tip of her staff, and unleashed a ball of dark destruction towards the exiting pair.

 

“Morila you fool! What do you think you're ...--”

 

Koceti along with Morila stood shocked, as the boulder sized ball suddenly stopped a foot away from Evil-Lyn then evaporated into nothing. The former witch stopped and glared back at Morila with an icy stare. Her eyes started to glow purple with power, but within seconds she calmed herself and continued her exit from the village.

 

-xXx-

 

As Evil-Lyn and Palath left the village, an angry Morila turned to her master, questioning her about what had just taken place.

 

“Silence yourself child!” the elder witch said in an authoritative and deadly manner. ”Would you of preferred I let her kill you?”

 

“Of course not, but ...--”

 

“So why are you bickering with me about saving your life?”

 

“I am not arguing that Koceti. But you taught me to never show weakness in front of anyone. Why did you offer up an apology for me instead of using your powers on whomever that was?” Morila said in a calm voice, not wanting to risk the anger of her teacher.

 

Koceti paused for a few seconds before replying, wondering that same question herself.

 

“Violence is not always the answer to all problems Morila. Though I must admit there is something about that stranger ... Something powerful, yet strangely familiar,”

 

“She does have an eery resemblance to Mala ...” Morila said softly. “But she appears to be an Espel, and a quite powerful one at that,” she said rubbing her sore and bleeding neck.

 

Koceti reached inside the sleeve of her right arm, and pulled out a small glowing white stone. Holding up the healing stone a couple of inches from Morila's wounds, said stone did the act it was named for, as the witch's wounds began to disappear.

 

“I'll make sure that woman pays the next time I see her, along with my sisters pathetic spawn,” Morila growled in anger.

 

“You will do no such thing,” Koceti said sternly. “She must be given the chance to except the Demon Queen as her master. Anyone who can do that to you will make a very powerful ally.”

 

“If I didn't know better I would say you admired what she did to me,” Morila said with a cold stare.

 

“And if I did, then what?” Koceti said flatly. “You should of been able to use your powers despite losing your staff, but yet she treated you like a child, while you whimpered as such.” she said in disdain. “I once believed you were only second to me in the mystic ways, now I will have to reconsider if you are truly worthy to be regarded that high.”

 

Morila was devastated, though she kept up an emotionless face to hide her hurt. A few seconds later her wounds were completely healed, though the same could not be said for her pride.

 

“And what were you two doing, having a feast in the Ashkar?” the witch suddenly spat, as her daughters came running up to her.

 

Though the comment sounded like a sarcastic joke. Both sisters knew their mother was not one to jest.

 

“It wasn't our fault mother. Something, some kind of power was holding us in place. We kept trying to move but we only managed to do so a few seconds ago.” Zahalo said on behalf of them both.

 

By their mothers look of death, both Zahalo and Lilome knew it was best not to utter another word or risk angering her further.

 

“Get back in that inn and bring me that blasted owner,” Morila growled out.

 

Readily obeying their mothers command, the twins ran back into the Ashkar.

 

“The Demon Queen will soon rule this world Morila, and we her servants shall rule at her side ...” Koceti said with a sickening laugh.

 

Morila joined her in the sickening display, but secretly she had her own plans once her goddess conquered this world: plans which did not include Koceti.

 

-xXx-

 

Later on in the day and about a mile away from Palath's village, the two companions walked in silence. Palath desperately wanted to ask Evil-Lyn about the incident with Morila, more specifically how she was able to do to Morila what she did and how / why that giant ball suddenly disappeared when she thought certain death was upon them both.

 

“Please forgive me lady Evelyn, I should never of gotten you involved with my families affairs,” Palath said in a low and apologetic voice.

 

Evil-Lyn continued to walk without any acknowledgment to show she had heard her companion. Palath again tried to offer up an apology, but again Evil-Lyn remained silent.

 

The only thing Evil-Lyn could think about was what had taken place once she first laid eyes on Morila. She was hoping the elf's choice of clothing was mere coincidence and had no connection to herself. But the conversation with Koceti was raising more and more questions about what was really going on

 

“My people will hold a great feast in your honor once I tell them about how you saved me from the Uctu lady ...--”

 

“What do you know of this Demon Queen that woman Koceti spoke of?” Evil-Lyn said abruptly, interrupting Palath in mid-sentence.

 

Palath was a bit taken aback with the question and also the stern way it was asked, but quickly regained her composure as the pair continued to walk side by side.

 

“I know very little ... But from what my elder has told me she or it is a fallen Eternian.”

 

“And ...” Evil-Lyn asked impatiently.

 

“I know nothing else lady Evelyn. My elder doesn't like talking about the Fallen Eternian's.”

 

Evil-Lyn knew that was all the information Palath knew, do to her checking the elf's memories. She also checked some of the memories she had taken from Zahalo while she had been healing her. But, like Palath there was only limited info on who or what this suppose Eternian goddess was.

 

' It can't be me ... can it?... ' Evil-Lyn said to herself, as a feeling of dread filled her heart at the thought of possibly her being this alleged deity.

 

“Are you okay lady Evelyn, did I say something to upset you?” Palath asked with a bit of timidity.

 

Evil-Lyn said nothing as she was once again too wrapped up into her own thoughts to respond.

 

' How can that be? ... I've never heard of these people before, nor have I heard of any other being's which consider Eternian's god's. '

 

Searching more into her own, Palath's and Zahalo's memories, Evil-Lyn desperately looked for any sort of clue which might explain what was going on.

 

The pair continued to walk in silence for a few more minutes, before Palath once again tried to start a conversation.

 

“I do not mean to be rude or disrespectful lady Evelyn, but why have you been ignoring me since we left Brightwood? If I have done or said anything to offend you, I meant no harm and I beg you now for your forgiveness ...” the young elf said somberly.

 

Evil-Lyn immediately stopped and whipped herself around to face Palath. Though she was only an inch smaller than Evil-Lyn, Palath felt minuscule under the Eternians hard stare.

 

“No Palath ...I should be the one to apologize,” Evil-Lyn said with a sudden smile. “I have a lot on my mind right now, but I still shouldn't of ignored you like I did.”

 

A huge and relieved smile appeared on Palath's face upon hearing Evil-Lyn's words. The teen then tried to offer up another apology to Evil-Lyn for having to save her from Morila, but was quickly quieted by Evil-Lyn with a gesture of her hand.

 

“No need to apologize child, though next time I suggest only fighting someone as powerful as Morila when you can defend yourself against her powers,” Evil-Lyn said with a smirk.

 

“You are right, I'm ashamed to say,” she spoke sadly. “ That was a very foolish thing for me to do. My elder warned me about trying to face her, but I became so overcome with rage upon seeing that foul creature. I forsook common sense and attacked on share rage. I easily could of been killed, and dying in such a manner would of brought about great shame to my people, and disgrace the memory of my mother ...”

 

“Don't worry about it, we all have made headstrong decisions which we later regret ...” Evil-Lyn said with a smile, though inwardly her heart was aching, as she was reminded of her own folly which had lead to her exile. “Just make sure you learn from your error unless you make the same mistake again, but next time you may not walk away with only some minor burns.”

 

Palath nodded and thanked Evil-Lyn for her words. A few seconds later the pair continued towards Palath's people. Evil-Lyn hoped that she would get some answers once reaching the village. She reasoned there had to be a record of some sort about Eternia, and the so called deities the inhabitants of Neshshivauworship.

 

-xXx-

 

As they entered the village a large cheer went up from the inhabitants at seeing the return of their princess. Palath quickly pushed through the crowd, and made her way straight to Mori; who had a huge and relieved smile on her face.

 

“Where have you been child? Everyone has been worried sick,”she said hugging her grandchild.

 

Mori was the oldest and wisest person of the tribe of Hemtel. Though being nearly sixty years old her features did not betray that fact. Like most warrior women, she was thin, yet clearly in shape and not fragile. She wore a metal plated sports bra like chest protector, with metal plated shoulder guards. From the waist down she wore a long white skirt which went down to the ground, completely covering her feet. Her white hair was long, down to her thighs, which told her age when her youthful face didn't. Her skin was black like midnight, which if anyone touched her thought it was soft as a newborns. But the thing which stood out most about the elder of Hemtel was her haunting red eyes.

 

“I've missed you much elder, I was worried that I wouldn't see any of you ever again,” Palath said solemnly.

 

“We all have been worried much about you my dear child. Your father has sent trackers out everyday, looking for the slightest hint of your whereabouts. Where in the name of the Great Spirit have you been?”

 

“I don't know how I ended up into their hands, but I was held captive by the Owopu.”

 

At the mention of the slavers Mori let out a low growl. The Hemtel had managed to form a kind of peace between themselves and some of the neighboring Uctu tribes. One could even go far as to say they considered them allies. But, the Owopu were a particularly savage group of Uctu, who cared about nothing but truces and friendships. They followed the ways of their god; the Great Uctu. Which centered around two principals. To battle is to truly live, and the weak are only here to serve the strong.

 

“Thankfully, I managed to escape before they could sell me. They sent trackers, but thankfully I met lady Evelyn. She single-handedly fought off the Uctu who were pursuing me, and has journeyed with me ever since.”

 

For the first time Mori noticed there was a stranger in her village.

 

“Lady Evelyn, please come and meet my elder,” Palath said in a joyful tone, which was quickly noticed by Mori.

 

As Evil-Lyn walked through the crowd which had gathered to see their returned princess. Mori began to examine the stranger, but was overcome with shock upon seeing the former witch's face.

 

“Lady Evelyn, this is Mori, my grandmother and elder of our village,” Palath said proudly.

 

Evil-Lyn gave a small smile, as she bowed her head in respect to Mori.

 

“I am honored to meet you Mori, your grandchild has mentioned many kind things about you.”

 

Mori returned Evil-Lyn's gesture with a head bow of her own, but kept a wary eye on the Eternian. She had no ill feelings toward the Espel, but having one in her village was a very rare and unsettling thing. Now add on to that, Evil-Lyn's resemblance to her deceased daughter, Mori was within her rights to feel a bit uneasy.

 

“I am honored to meet you to lady Evelyn. Let me be the first to welcome you to the clan of Hemtel, and may the Great Spirit forever bless you for bringing me back my grandchild.”

 

“I am honored to receive your blessing. May he also eternally bless you and your people.”

 

Mori nodded in acceptance of the blessing and turned her attention back towards Palath..

 

While grandmother and grandchild continued to talk Evil-Lyn began to take in her surroundings. Hemtel was a fairly large village; a half mile long. It was completely encased within a stone wall; fifty feet high and four feet thick. The only entrance were the two large stone doors, which were as high and thick as the wall itself.

 

Within the small city, were many huts of varying shapes and sizes. But known stood out like the gigantic dome shaped center hut, which Evil-Lyn reasoned had to be the clan leaders home, do to it being fifty yards in length.

 

The people themselves were just like those she had seen before in the Ashkar, being either purple, gray, or ash black in color. But unlike in the Ashkar, there were many children happily playing with one another.

 

' Seems like a normal place, nothing yet out of the ordinary ... '

 

A few seconds later, Evil-Lyn saw that perhaps she had spoken too soon. From the corner of her left eye she caught the site of several children playing next to a pair of statues. Evil-Lyn stared at the statues in complete and utter shock. Neither piece of stone was a particularly large; one being nearly ten feet and the other seven. Nor were they beautifully chiseled pieces of art. But the likenesses each resembled was unmistakable and left the former witch too shocked for words.

 

' Teela? ... He-Man?... '

 

Evil-Lyn couldn't believe what she was seeing. Though neither statue had a face it was obvious to her who each resembled. Slowly making her way out of the crowd, she started to head towards them, but was stopped as Palath came running up in back of her.

 

“Are you leaving so soon lady Evelyn, I was hoping you would stay for the celebration. After all it will be in your honor ...”she said with a hint of sadness, hoping Evil-Lyn wasn't planning on exiting out of her life so soon.

 

“Who are those two statues of?” she said pointing towards the images of He-Man and Teela.

 

“I am not sure, but I believe they are the statues of the Eternian's the carver was working on when I was last here.”

 

“And what are the names of these two Eternian's?” she asked flatly, while only turning her body half way towards Palath.

 

“The taller one is of The Great Warrior, and the other is of his counter part The Warrior Queen,” Mori said answering for her grandchild.

 

Evil-Lyn didn't respond, instead she continued on her way towards the two statues. A few seconds later she reached her destination and pondered why or how they could even exist.

 

-xXx-

 

Later on that day, close to ten o'clock at night, a feast was being held in the center hut celebrating the return of the second princess of Hemtel, and also to honor her savior. Evil-Lyn though chose not to partake in the festivities, which slightly upset her host. Instead the former witch chose to stand outside, right next to the entrance looking up at the stars. It was more then obvious to Evil-Lyn that being sent to a world where the inhabitants apparently hold you and your home as deities was no simple coincidence. But, what she was there to do; besides serving out her exile, was the mystery to her, and she prayed to her God that the answer would be revealed to her soon.

 

-xXx-

 

A week had passed before Adam made his return to the Royal Palace. During the time away, he had been contemplating how to go about telling his parents the truth behind the birth of his son and his relationship/mutual partnership with Dare's mother. So far an explanation which didn't involve his parents trying to strangle him or even worse eluded the young heir. That was why he was now seeking the advice of the only person who knew them better then he did, and in someway better then they knew themselves.

 

' I only hope he will be willing to help me... ' Adam thought nervously.

 

Teleporting himself into his former mentors workshop, he quickly spotted his target working on what appeared to be an android of some sort. Adam noted Man-At-Arm's was wearing his usually battle armor, save for his helmet, which revealed his shoulder length pony tail.

 

' As always he's prepared for a sudden attack by evil, but yet he's relaxing in his own way, '

 

Silently coming up behind him, Adam quietly stood two feet away, waiting for Man-At-Arms to notice his presence.

 

' Duncan must be getting rusty in his old age,' he thought with a mental chuckle. ' Or perhaps he's too focused on what he's doing. Either way it's unlike him to not notice another presence in his vicinity.'

 

“Hello Duncan ...” Adam said softly, as he decided it was time to make is presence known.

 

Upon hearing the voice, Man-At-Arm's quickly spun around hoping it wasn't who he thought. The two stared at each other for what seemed like hours. It seemed like an eternity since either had last seen the other. And for Man-At-Arms he indeed wished it was for this was the encounter he had been dreading ever since Adam and Teela disappeared a year ago.

 

“I'm sorry for just drooping in on you like this Duncan, but I desperately need your help ...”

 

Not that he hated Adam or even held a grudge against his former student. He knew well the follies of youth, and the disastrous results which one who is young can bring into his or her life. But Man-At-Arm's felt in the very least an apology was do before the conversation went any further, for all which had happened a year ago.

 

“Sorry to interrupt you Adam, but before you continue I feel it is imperative that you explain and apologize for your actions, and also explain where yourself and Teela have been for the past year.”

 

“I'm sorry for the pain that I caused to you and the other Master's Duncan. My actions were reprehensible and completely indefensible. Please except my apology my friend and know that what happened before will never happen again.”Adam said with a surprisingly pleasant smile.

 

Man-At-Arm's could hear the sincerity in Adam's words showing to the scientist that his friend had returned not only in body but also in spirit.

 

“I'm glad to hear that Adam, the vibe around you seems much more like your old self instead of that monster you became before.”

 

Being called a monster did sting Adam a little, though he knew that was what he had been during his coup d'etat.

 

“I'm a father Duncan ...” Adam suddenly blurted out, catching Man-At-Arm's completely off guard.

 

Though shocked, Man-At-Arm's figured Adam's statement was the reason he and his adapted daughter had gone missing.

 

“If you and Teela were going to have a child, then why didn't you at least come to me? I'm sure we would of worked out a way to tell your parents without them getting to worked up about it.”

 

“The mother is not Teela Duncan ...”

 

“Then who? ...” Man-At-Arm's asked with obvious confusion, as he assumed Teela would be the natural and frankly the only candidate to mother a child from Adam.

 

Adam paused for a few seconds before answering. This was the moment he had been dreading. But, he also knew that in order to get the help from his former mentor he had to reveal this secret, no matter how much shame he felt in doing so.

 

“The Sorceress Duncan ...”

 

Man-At-Arm's just started at Adam with eyes the size of saucers and mouth agape. Adam though expected such a response and without waiting for Man-At-Arm's to get over his shock began to tell him the painful and shameful details of how such a thing could of happened.

 

-xXx-

 

A/N: Well, let me know what you think of the story so far. :)