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The Neopian Times Week 113 > Continuing Series > Dawn of Darkness: Part Four

Dawn of Darkness: Part Four

by supergirl309

Sirasine and Brak flipped around staring at the figure in the doorway.

     It was Ryussin -- but he was so much different than the Ryussin they'd seen, Brak had a hard time believing it was him -- but Sirasine was more sure who it was than ever.

     His face was a black and shimmering purple-hued mask of cold deadly fury. His sleek black feathers were ruffled, making him look larger than he really was. Muscle rippled powerfully beneath the feathers and his wings were spread wide, spanning a good ten feet at the least.

     "Ssssso," he hissed, his voice so cold and haunting that Brak shuddered at the very sound, "you're sssssmarterrrrr than I thoughtttt! Buttttt I'm afraid I cannotttt let you get live."

     He clapped his humungous paws and suddenly six other Eyries his size and build were standing in the room, glaring at the two siblings with slitted red eyes.

     "Givvvvve me the braccccelet, Sssssssirassssine!" Ryussin hissed.

     Sirasine's face was cold as ice. "Come and get it!" she snarled, then roared to Brak, "RUN!!!"

     And they bolted, bowling over two of the Eyries and racing out the door of the office into the hallway. "GETTTTTT THEMMM!" Ryussin screeched.

     Brak scrambled down the polished wood stairs, digging his claws into the floor so as not to slip. Sirasine loped along at his heels, bracelet glowing around her neck. The pounding of the Eyries' feet combined with their horrible screeches created a chilling, deafening roar.

     "Get out of the house!" Sirasine hissed sharply. "Get as far away from this place as you can! I will follow behind you -- don't worry about me, I have the bracelet! Now flee!"

     Brak was only too happy to comply. He raced down another flight of steps to the first floor and slammed his body into the door. It creaked open slowly. Brak slid between the two semi-open doors and raced out into Faerieland. The last thing he heard before the heavy doors slammed behind him was Sirasine's laughter as a blast of light lit the entrance hall, and seven awful high-pitched screeches sounding like one.

     As he fled from the house and all the terrible things in it, he wondered if it was all his fault just because he'd messed up that one day in the Neopian Bazaar. Or maybe... it was just a cruel twist of fate...

* **

Brak had been running hopelessly for hours. He had almost reached the other end of Faerieland, and his sides were ragged with pain. He heard a distant shrieking scream, and limped as fast as his tired, bedraggled body could carry him. But after only several minutes, his body gave into the pain, and he flopped down onto the soft clouds, wishing he could lie there forever.

     But then he heard the muffled sound of pawsteps on the clouds, and raspy breathing. A white shape skidded to a halt in front of him -- Sirasine.

     "Brak," she gasped, "I held 'em off as long as I could--I even managed to bring one down, maybe only temporarily though." She panted and removed the bracelet from her neck, throwing it down at Brak's side. "I don't know exactly how to use it, but it can help us to some extent."

     Brak stared at the bracelet. "Who... does know... how?" he gasped.

     Sirasine sighed, a slight, grim smile appearing on her face. "That idiot Eyrie, Ryussin let slip that there was only one person he knew that could use it. It was--thank Fyora -- not him, but..." she stopped and took a deep breath. "Now," she continued severely, "we don't know where he is or even if he's alive, but it's our father."

     Brak merely raised his eyebrows. Things were so weird right now that this fact barely even surprised him. "So," he grunted, raising himself into a sitting position, "what do we do now? Can we just take this thing to Fyora and be done with it?"

     Sirasine laughed dryly. "I don't think so, Brak." There was a cold, determined tone to her voice. "She'd never believe us," she hissed coldly. "Ryussin isn't quite as dumb as he looks -- he's been donating to the Money Tree and doing all sorts of volunteer work to make it look like he's a nice little upstanding citizen." She grimaced. "That little brat's left us with only one thing to do..."

     "What's... that?" Brak said hesitantly.

     Sirasine sighed. "I have to find our father," she said wearily.

     Brak raised his eyebrows. "You have to find him? Just you?"

     Sirasine sighed. "You're too young Brak -- as far as I know, you're the only family I've got left. I'm not going to have them chasing you, hunting you down until they find you and kill you. I'll go alone. I can take care of myself."

     Brak took a shuddering breath. "But... what would I do?"

     A piercing shriek split the air, uncomfortably close. Sirasine glanced towards the edge of the clouds. There was a dim orange-grey light at the east horizon. "For now, we get out of Faerieland, Brak -- we run!"

     And they did just that. The two took off across the clouds bounding lightly over them, Brak overtaken with a second wind. Then... they reached the edge of the clouds.

     "We're stuck," Sirasine hissed. "We're trapped here."

     Brak glanced at the sky. "Sometimes... sometimes they say the darkest hour comes before the dawn..."

     Sirasine's face was grim. "The darkest hour is yet to come. There will be a dawn of darkness..."

     Brak sighed and stared over the edge of the clouds, hideous hissing screeches echoing in his mind. He glimpsed a spot of clear blue -- water. His eyes lit up. "Throw it over," he whispered breathlessly.

     Sirasine turned to him. "What?"

     "Throw that cursed bracelet over the clouds. It'll land in the water -- not destroyed... but safe for the time until you find your father."

     Sirasine stared at the bracelet. It was meant to protect her -- the only part of her mother she had left. To throw it over... to lose what little she had forever...

     "Alright," she breathed. "But promise me this Brak -- when I've found you again, you'll have made a name for yourself. You'll be Brak, Lord of the Alleys." She turned to him, smiling.

     "I promise," he said, also grinning.

     Suddenly, a memory slipped through Sirasine's mind. A memory of another broken promise... one that now left both hers and Brak's lives at stake.

     She tossed the bracelet over the cloud and she and Brak watched it fall until it disappeared.

     And Sirasine trotted away, without a backwards glance at her brother. The bracelet was safe for the time being, she thought as she walked away.

     Brak turned and head for the Uni's that could fly him down to Neopia Central. He too thought it was safe.

     They were wrong.

* **

The bracelet tumbled through the sky, gleaming in the dim pre-dawn light. It slipped through fluffy clouds and was glimpsed by several pets flying to Faerieland. But they thought nothing of it. And eventually, it hit the water with a splash.

* **

Maraqua was in chaos. A swirling whirlpool had started several leagues away, and was moving swiftly toward the underwater city.

     Pets swam about frantically, grabbing their belongings and starting for the surface where they hoped they'd be safe.

     As the whirlpool neared the city, several pets saw a small glimmer of gold drifting down to the bottom of the ocean. But none of them noticed that when the whirlpool hit, it was sucked up along with what was the once-great city of Maraqua...

* **

Now, this isn't really the end. Only the end of this story. Well, actually, there is one more part...

* **

Brak climbed wearily onto the back of a blue Uni stationed at the edge of the cloud city. He gripped its mane as it flapped its wings and took off from the city.

     They flew down through the clouds, and swooped over the ocean... just as a storm, created by the swirling whirlpool over Maraqua hit.

     They were hit with a gust of wind like that felt to Brak like a wall of lead. He was thrown off the Uni's back and into the ocean, flailing and yelling.

     He fought to keep his head above the water, but soon he slipped under and drifted out of consciousness.

* **

Sunlight. Brak blinked. There was sunlight. He opened his eyes slowly and tried to sit up, wondering whether or not he was dead. A rough paw pushed him back down.

     "Stay down, imbecile!" said an annoyed voice. Brak squinted up at the speaker. It was a Kyrii -- a blue, no, an electric Kyrii.

     "Where..." Brak started, then trailed off as his eyes drifted to his left. Water. There was water all around him. He moaned. He was alive -- that was for sure. But he was out on the water again. But... "What're we floating on?" he said blearily to the Kyrii.

     "My surfboard, stupid!" she said, rolling her eyes. She scratched her head. "Eh, what's your name?" she demanded.

     Brak tried again to sit up. There was dull pain in his head. He laid back down, then propped himself up on his elbows. "Uhn, I'm Brak," he muttered. "Who're you?"

     She glanced down at him. "Weird name. I'm Leye." She raised her eyebrows high. "What were you doing floating around in the ocean like that, stupid! Tryin' get y'self killed, dumbo!"

     Brak sighed. "Long story. What're you doin' out here?"

     The Kyrii shrugged. "I was surfin'. Then this stupid storm blew in and I got swept out pretty far. I saw you floating in the water all half-dead like some drowning idiot, so I picked you up." She whacked him between his ears with her paw. Brak blinked.

     "What was that for?!" he cried, rising into a sitting position. He balled his paw into a fist and drove it into the side of her jaw.

     To his surprise, the Kyrii grinned. "Ha! No one's ever hit me before!" she laughed. "You're either really stupid, or really bold."

     "I'd like to go with bold, thank you!" Brak said indignantly, feeling the tender spot on his head.

     Leye smiled. "Hmm... I've decided not to hate you. Now, let's try an' find land, y'little idiot!"

     Brak glared at her, but as she turned away, he felt his mouth twist into a satisfied grin. He glanced up at the sun, which was reaching its zenith. The dawn of darkness was gone. It was time to start a new day.

The End

Previous Episodes

Dawn of Darkness: Part One

Dawn of Darkness: Part Two

Dawn of Darkness: Part Three

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