The Owl House: Son of Edalyn, Part 24 by MetroXLR, literature
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The Owl House: Son of Edalyn, Part 24
[Part 24: The New Abnormal] Olivier maintained a sour expression on his face as he walked down the stairs with a worried Anne close behind him. As the pair walked into the parlor where they last left the frogs, the paused to see Hop Pop and Dell Clawthorne engaged in an intense board game. Meanwhile, Sprig and Polly were actually reading some books quietly, while Maddie was absent from the rest of the group for some reason (although sounds coming from the kitchen implied where she was.) "Well, everyone seems to be getting along." spoke Anne (trying to lighten the mood.) "hmph." emoted Olivier, his mind presently elsewhere. Noting Olivier was still distressed, Anne walked closer an put her arms around him from behind. Olivier then froze, seemingly unable to escape from the human girl's embrace. "hey...it's Okay." spoke Anne, her tone softer. "I'm here now. And, I won't let anyone hurt you ever again...you know that, right?" Olivier breathed out softly as he reached
A Lion Guard AU Story- Detail of an Execution by numbt, literature
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A Lion Guard AU Story- Detail of an Execution
Anga’s eyes squinted as orange and yellow flooded her sight line. She could barely move her neck as the pain in it was overwhelming, even in her seemingly long slumber. She looked around, and only using her eyeballs in her temporarily blurred vision, and glanced at a new black quickly beginning to encroach on the primary colors that remained only for a minute moment. Her vision was not what it was a minute ago- last she recalled, she was in the heat of battle along the lines of Qattara Desert, hoping to null the Scar’s plans of expanding Outland territory that would have been vital in launching more widened attacks on her home. She recalled her amazing eyesight locating vultures swooping and speeding toward her, and then the memory ended, like a claw had snipped the critical part and tossed it from the martial eagles’ mental grasp. Anga’s eyes slowly and slowly started to focus. A paranormal amount of time began to overtake the sinister atmosphere, a collection of minutes proving that the Air Force Commander was truly injured and far from imposing any danger. The bird, known for her keen of sight, began to make out the cratered earth that bottomed with an infinite pit of molten magma. She looked to see herself located fairly close to the banks of this hazard, and as she tried to limp away, her limbs would not stir despite her erratic nerves warning them to obey the conscience’s will. The final confusing detail came when the eagle fixed her pupils onto Ushari, the snake exiled from the Pride Lands due to his involvement in Outland attacks. She could barely stare at him without blinking, not only due to the pain refraining her from doing so, but because she had no recollection of a volcanic environment and in her head, nonetheless ever coming face to face with the specialist of the Army’s spies. Anga was unable to recall the defining detail in the battle- despite her near effortlessness displayed in dodging the vultures and collecting fire descending from the sky, she was still downed by a watchful Mwoga. The parliamentary figure was able to find the keen of sight distracted on a comrade of his, and although a single minute was the only time all fight she remained occupied on one task and ignorant to the chaos around her, she was unable to see the vulture descending toward her position with talons open wide and beak ready to scavenge. The next thing she knew, she was attacked and unable to recover, sent to the ground despite being hundreds of feet in the sky. Her brain’s dying consciousness was unable to aid her, and as a result, she was unable to remember that last strand of information, for she plummeted into a shallow bush and made hard contact with the dirt-ridden ground. Being out of sight of the Lion Guard, the Air Force, and the Pride Lands Army, she was taken into custody by the flock of scavengers, and as much as they wished to torture her, not much had to be done to truly incapacitate one of the Pride Lands’ most lethal opponents that did not bear the Mark of the Guard. She was unsure of whether the earth or the Outlanders were responsible for her broken wings, twisted joints, and excruciating concussion, but whomever was responsible for this assault had completely destroyed all chances of the martial eagle ever soaring above the Pride Lands again. Alas, a mere hiss, hints of glee and satisfaction present in it, turned Anga’s body cold. Here she was, all alone in the heart of the staple of the Outlands, completely void of any animal scent that even referenced a visit to the Pride Lands. All around, the nostrils on her cracked beak only detected stenches that were easily identifiable in battle alone, meaning that help was probably on the way in just the Pride Lands alone. Ushari, in his naturally menacing tone, indirectly introduced himself by attempting to make subtle conversation with this enemy of his, only knowing what lied ahead. “I suppose you are the one they call Anga,” the cobra hissed. “Yes, and you are Ushari,” Anga replied, masking her terrified inner self with a surprisingly composed tone. “That’s right,” the snake affirmed. He began to slither his way toward the eagle, making her severely uncomfortable. She feared the ultimate worst and desperately tried to prepare herself for what was closely becoming the inevitable. “You know,” he continued, “Scar has told me many things about you.” “Really,” she trembled, finally breaking in tone as the evil lion’s name built another level of fear over her soul. “Oh yes,” Ushari went on, commonly stopping to let his words resonate. “Anga the martial eagle- Commander of the Pride Lands Air Force, overall decorated leader in the Pride Lands Army, and most notably, rumored to be keener in sight than Ono. Scar says the vultures commonly speak highly of the two of you. Well, not this time, at least.” Anga gulped, trying not to make it too visible as she tried to summon the courage to confront Scar’s minion head on, despite his form swiftly enclosing to her location. “Tell me Anga,” Ushari further inquired, “why fight for the Pride Lands? Why assist Kion, Simba, and all of their friends in a fight you necessarily did not need to intervene with in the first place.” “I fight voluntarily,” Anga stated. “The Pride Lands is my home, and I’d do what I can to protect it.” “I feel you have mistaken the power of the Outlands at this state in time,” Ushari continued. “You see, we do not mean to destroy the Pride Lands by any means necessary. We only seek to rebuild the corrupt order in place- I’m sure you’ve heard the legends of Scar and the supposed evils he previously imposed on, quote on quote, ‘your home.’ What if I told you that Simba and his family laid down these rumors, desperate to rise to power in a faulty presence constructed upon the very lies of the enslaved that bow down to them so blindly!” “You’re wrong,” Anga snapped, having enough of Ushari’s disrespectful aspect. “That is far from the truth. Simba gave the Pride Lands justice for all that Scar had done.” “Justice is merely the construct of the current power base, my darling,” the cobra retaliated. “We are all destined to view justice our own ways, whether it be in the form of revenge or natural fate, but this is your chance to answer see all problems within the Pride Lands resolved, your chance to fully grasp your own definition of equity.” “Scar won’t win,” Anga shouted. “Your cause is doomed to fail. Our home will never fall!” “What, The Pride Lands,” Ushari rasped. “It already has, and you just don’t see it. None of our enemies do, but you have the opportunity to. Join our fight, help us destroy the Lion Guard, and you will be able to see exactly what Scar can accomplish as his restored majesty reigns supreme over the reordered Circle of Life.” Anga stared at Ushari, both dumbfounded by his philosophical principles alongside his offer to join him. She knew the end was now unavoidable, and knowing she could never betray her friends or her home, the martial eagle bravely responded, “With or without me, the Pride Lands will never surrender and never fail. Your mission to repurpose and reintegrate Scar’s order is only a daydream as of now, and it’ll be only a matter of time before the Lion Guard sees to it he is defeated. Ushari continued his progression toward the martial eagle, ultimately sighing as his parable proved futile. He started to circle the keen of sight, much to her blood’s disliking. “Scar will be disappointed,” Ushari sarcastically exhaled. “Yet, he did give me an order if you were to not comply with his bidding.” As Anga looked away, the snake made his way towards her wing. Unable to react, Ushari bit the eagle and held his grip for an unrecorded, lengthy amount of time. His venom knowingly injected itself into the bloodstream of the bird, annihilating every healthy cell in its path, sickening every bodily system of hers in a matter of minutes, the extended period of time proving vital in the quick obliteration of her vitality. The eagle slowly failed harder and harder as she attempted to maintain a stare until her eyes could blink no more, and as they shut for one final time, she was able to complete her journey in the Circle of Life, comfortably knowing that her bravery would indirectly be a factor in the Pride Lands’ continuous victories. THE END. Fun Fact- I wrote this whole story on a three hour flight. Started typing the title when we were 33,000 feet in the air, and finished this fun fact just as we touched ground.