Child of Death
Chapter One: Child of Wind
Victor Creed angrily slammed his fist against the wall.
"That damned rotten son of a bitch," he muttered under his
"Creed?" he heard the voice of the high Lord yelling through
the hallways. Still muttering he headed towards the thronehall.
Lord Lehnsherr sat on his throne made of bones, his hands
resting on the skulls of former opponents. Now there weren't
any worthy opponents left to add their bones to the symbol
of Lehnsherr's power.
These so-called rebels weren't any more annoying than flies.
Creed's soldiers were more than capable to deal with every
problem occuring. Normally.
"I heard there was trouble in town?"
The voice of the high Lord rolled like thunder through the
hall and even Creed felt a bit intimidated by the absolute
presence of Lehnsherr. As if the air itself was crackling
Lehnsherr was a born leader, but not in a democratic sense.
Sure, there were people who shared his oppinions and followed
him voluntarily, but most were simply afraid.
Lehnsherr's steel-like eyes met Creed's and the Captain of
the high Lord's guards knew instantly that hiding something
from his Lord was impossible.
"Just a little street rat who tried to steel something. He
could escape with the aid of a stranger."
"A stranger?" Lehnsherr raised an eyebrow questioningly.
"A blind beggar" Creed hissed.
"Your soldiers weren't able to handle a street rat and a
blind beggar? Who led this unit?"
"The young Summers, one of my best soldiers."
"And he was defeated by a blind beggar?" The voice of the
high Lord became slightly menacing.
"He was a good fighter. A trained warrior. Maybe a spy of
"And maybe you should attend to this business yourself and
not your minors!"
Creed was surprised. he was surely not too happy with this
incident, but he wouldn't have thought it that important.
But obediently he bowed to his master and left the hall.
A faint laughter behind the curtain gave evidence of approval.
Remy was freezing. He couldn't believe that there were places
as cold as the one he was wandering through. Despite the little
pieces of ice that flew into his face he dared opening his
eyes to look at his surroundings. He almost couldn't see anything
because of the icy hurricane that was tearing at him with
an unbelievable force. But then he detected the glacier at
An appropriate place fer de wind's child, Remy thought
He had neither heard nor imagined that there would be glaciers
in this area, but it seemed no normal human being had been
here before, to tell of it's existence.
The first child wasn't easily found. If it hadn't been for
Mattie's description, even he would never have detected the
cave and even less it's hidden exit that led into this antarctic
He sighed and wrapped his coat tighter around his body. It
was as if the weather itself was fighting him to prevent him
from finding the first child. Well, then he would show this
hurricane that Remy LeBeau, the best thief in the world and
recently proclaimed Visioner of this generation, wasn't that
Remy LeBeau, the best thief in the world and recently proclaimed
Visioner of this generation laid face down in the snow and
was freezing to death.
A rather unglamorous end of my short trip to de side of
de angels, he thought and a wry smile appeared on his
He was too weak to even tremble as the remorseless cold envelopped
his body. So this was the end. He wondered how he got himself
in such a mess. He should have stayed in his village and not
get involved in all this world-saving crap.
He was barely concious when he heard the music. It was the
melody of a song, the sad song of a sad person. Hearing it
was like dying and being reborn at the same time. The melody
filled Remy's head and soon he only clinged to life to be
able to hear it. He knew he would die if the music stopped.
The tones carried him away and he couldn't feel the cold or
the hurricane anymore.
Then he heard a voice calling, very faint, but audible. Though
he couldn't understand what the voice was saying, he knew
instantly that it was calling for him.
With great strain he managed to open his eyes. He was nearly
blinded by the light that envelopped him and closed his eyes
immediately. When he opened them again, this time much slower,
he could see that the light was only at his left side. The
right side was darker than the darkest night. And right in
front of him stood a girl, the girl who had called for him.
Remy held his breath, he had never seen someone like her
before. She was beautiful and he knew that one could die just
because of looking at her. But she also revived his spirits
and he felt dead and more alive than ever in the same moment.
The girl had a wing like an angel on the left side, spread
into the light, and a wing like a demon, leather-like with
claws at it's end, on the right side, barely visible in the
darkness. The rest of her body was torn as well. While her
left part was a mirror of childish innocence, her right side
was a threatening seduction to darkness.
Her face was hidden in the shadows so he couldn't make out
her features, but he could see her eyes. Her right eye was
a burning flame, like a window to hell and the pupil was shaped
like the one of a snake or a dragon. Through her left eye
he could see heaven instead. He couldn't describe it's color.
Then he heard her voice again. It was dark, quiet and beautiful,
the voice of someone who had seen and experienced too much.
"Help me, Visioner, free me, or the world as you know it
Then she was gone.
Suddenly Remy refound himself laying in the snow. Confused
he looked around to see the glacier in front of him. Determined
he gathered all the strength that was left in his body and
Whatever he would do, he wouldn't disappoint the girl he
had seen. Remy LeBeau, the best thief in the world and recently
proclaimed Visioner of this generation fought the hurricane.
He had a mission. And he wouldn't fail. Never.
Remy wrapped his arms around him to gain a little bit warmth.
His gaze wandered to the glacier that rose in front of him.
His fingers were stiff with coldness and he couldn't imagine
how to climb with them. He hadn't even the proper tools.
He sighed and grabbed his staff. He had to try it. At the
foot of the glacier, climbing was rather easy and hopefully
he wouldn't have to climb to it's top. Slowly and freezing
he worked his way upwards.
After two hours of constant climbing he came to the conclusion,
that freezing to death wasn't that bad at all. The thought
of having to climb another yard made him shiver.
He had heard that just before you die of hypothermia, you
feel warm again and Remy yearned for warmth. He had already
forgotten the demonic angel he had sworn not to fail, the
reason for his current troubles.
He closed his eyes, embracing the delirious numbness that
flooded his indifferent body. Something was happening. He
could feel that through the clouds that had envelopped his
Yeah, you moron, ya're dying, a voice in his mind
yelled, a voice he barely recognized, the voice that belonged
to Remy LeBeau, survival artist.
He opened his eyes groggily only to see his fingers slip
from the crevice on which he had found a hold. Terror filled
his heart, but thanks to the adrenaline that rushed through
his veins, he reacted fast enough and grabbed for another
He breathed heavily when he was save again. Then he wondered
why he had done this, cling to life. He had WANTED to die,
or at least he had thought he did, since he hadn't had the
will to go on anymore. But normally that wasn't his style,
otherwise he wouldn't have survived till now.
For the first time on his voyage Remy LeBeau realized how
powerful his enemies were and how urgent the need to stop
"Damn!" Lord Lehnsherr yelled and threw the crystal ball
to the opposite wall where it shattered into thousand pieces.
"You said he wouldn't make it to the first child. You said
your spell would stop him!"
"I didn't know that his will to survive is that strong."
The woman was calm, as if she didn't really care that her
trap hadn't worked.
She resembled a spider waiting for the fly to get caught
in her net, self-secure and therefore patient.
"I don't care how strong his will is. He must be terminated!"
The high Lord was outraged.
"We don't know for sure if he's really the one."
"He's searching for the child of the wind, that's reason
enough to be concerned!" the Lord bellowed and left the attic.
A cruel smile appeared on the beautiful lips of the woman.
She looked at her companion who stood silently by her side,
a warrior she had formed for years.
"Don't worry, my dear. I think I found the right measures
to deal with this insect."
Remy LeBeau had seen many things in his life and he had faced
them as the man he was, a rationalist. By the time he had
come to think that nothing could surprise him anymore. Even
his latest encounter with the unreasonable, him being the
reborn Visioner, hadn't thrown him off balance, or at least
turned speechless. But now he looked with wide eyes at the
amazing thing that rose in front of him.
The upper part of the glacier wasn't a glacier at all. It
was a great ice crystal palace, as perfect and breathtakingly
beautiful that one got the impression it was the home of a
Remy finally remembered his mission and opened the large
portals. He couldn't believe what he was seeing. Inside the
world of ice was one of the most beautiful and liveliest gardens
he had ever seen. Remy finally remembered his mission and
opened the large gate. He couldn't believe what he was seeing.
Inside the world of ice was the most beautiful and lively
garden he had ever seen. He was surrounded by colors that
were so different and beaming that he immediately felt pale
in his grey and brown rags. Birds were singing in the trees
and butterflies were flying around his head, not the slightest
bit afraid of him.
Suddenly Remy could distinguish another sound, the voice
of a woman, humming her part of the garden's song. Remy followed
this sound and found a beautiful woman kneeling on the floor
and planting flowers in an empty field. She was tall and slender,
with chocolate brown skin. Her amazingly white hair was barely
visible below the large straw hat she wore. She also wore
the simple robe of a peasant, coarse woven, but surprisingly
white. Remy decided that she was the gardener of this palace
and spoke to her:
"Uhm, hello ... I'm looking for de mistress of dis castle.
Could ya please take me ta 'er?"
The woman turned towards Remy and studied him, an amused
twinkle in her eyes.
"Welcome to the temple of the wind, stranger. Please follow
me, I'll take you to the mistress."
Remy followed the woman to the interior of the crystal palace
and was overwhelmed by it's breathtaking miracles. The entrance
hall was so high that he could barely see the ceiling that
consisted of strangely shaped ice pieces that refracted the
light and let the room beam in every color of the rainbow.
The walls reflected the light so that Remy couldn't make out
where one room ended and the next began. He felt like captivated
in a labyrinth of mirrors, but it was an emprisonment he enjoyed.
The woman led him to a room that was more magnifient than
Remy could have ever imagined a king's room to be. There was
a huge bed that seemed to be made of snow, but was comfortably
warm in this icy castle.
"You can rest a bit now, you seem exhausted. Dinner will
be ready in an hour. I'll pick you up."
The woman turned around to leave the room.
"Wait! I have to talk to the child of wind immediately. It's
important!" Remy yelled and held her back by her upper arm.
The woman turned around again to face him, a mysterious smile
on her face.
"You'll meet her at dinner. Be patient."
Then, she was gone.
Remy looked at the table in awe. He didn't know what he had
expected when the woman - she had introduced herself as Ororo
by now - had picked him up after what had seemed an eternity
to him, but certainly not THIS! A dinner table of the purest,
brilliant ice was prepared with a hot steaming meal on it,
that didn't even melt a single drop from the icy furniture.
For the next hour, Remy forgot his mission and the fact that
he was supposed to meet the first child at dinner. The exhaustion
of the previous days took it's toll and he fell upon the meal
as if he hadn't eaten for days. After this very hour, a look
at Ororo's smiling face reminded him of her mistress.
"When will I meet the child of wind?" Remy asked after swallowing
the last bit of his steak.
Ororo still wore that unreadable smile when she answered:
"Whenever you want, Remy."
Of course, he wanted immediately and she led him into a huge
hall. A throne of ice stood in the middle of it, nothing else.
But even if, nobody would have noticed it because of this
very throne's dominating presence and charisma. It looked
so fragile that you were afraid to touch it, or even sit down
on it, though it was huge. But it's legs and struts were as
delicate as the rest of it. Directly above it was a lense
shaped piece of ice in the ceiling, that refracted the light
and made the throne stand in it's spotlight. The crystal chair
refracted this light again and beamed beautifully in pastel
colors. Remy, by now used to the castle's miracles, refound
his speech quickly and asked for the first child, who he couldn't
"I'm here" he heard Ororo say, and when he turned around
to face her, he noticed that she had changed in a strange
but beautiful way. Clouds and mist were all around her body,
whirled by the wind that seemed to caress her like a lover.
Her paysan clothing had changed into a silky dream of nearly
nothing, that seemed to be made of rain. Her formaer blue
eyes were glowing like lightning bolts and her white hair
was ...a cloud?
"You..." Remy whispered "you are the child of wind."
"Yes, I am." Her warm smile cracked her goddessly grandeur
for a moment.
"Why haven't you told me?" Remy asked, his surprise - and
of course her beauty - lessening his anger.
"You haven't asked..." Her smile broadened into a grin and
Remy relaxed at this sight. She may be an eons old world savior,
subject of legends, with goddessly power, but she was still
the woman he had come to like. You should never judge somebody
by his/her looks...
"Let's sit down" the first child suggested. "There's much
I have to tell you, Visioner."
Remy LeBeau was comfortable once again. Talking to the child
of wind was pleasant and the palace was warm despite it's
icy structure, obviously the effect of Ororo's caring for
his well-being. In fact, she hadn't told him much he hadn't
heard from Mattie as well, but her calm explanations made
it somehow seem reasonable and he couldn't understand why
he had quarreled with his fate before. The serene woman somehow
made him believe and willing to fight in a battle that wasn't
"But it is your own" she said smiling.
"Can ya read my t'oughts?" Remy asked surprised and a little
bit ashamed. She laughed, a rich, warm sound.
"No, but they were visible on your face. From what you told
me about you I can understand how you must be feeling, being
thrown into the cold water, your very identity turned inside
out and you, in the center of events you've never imagined,
burdened with a task you knew nothing about before. But I'll
help you as much as I can."
Remy smiled at her thankfully and motioned her to continue.
"I was terrified when I first noticed you heading here. You
see, the storm is there for my security, it was a kind of
test you had to pass to come here. I had to be sure you were
really the Visioner. Our enemies are trying their best to
catch us off guard, we have to be careful. But my people have
been watching you all along, they wouldn't have let you die.
One time, they were really close to bring you to me, but you
pulled through yourself.
"Then, when I saw your eyes, the symbol that the child of
death will be needed, I was horrified. Although the child
of death is one of us, we all fear it. It may be our last
hope, but our nemesis as well. It's not sure which side the
last child will choose."
That reminded Remy of something Mattie had said, something
important, but he couldn't grasp it.
"So you want me to stop searching for it?" he asked instead.
Ororo pondered over that questions for a few seconds.
"No," she finally said "the fact that you've been 'activated'
indicates that we may need it. We, the elemental children,
will do our best to prevent the evil from rising, but if we
fail, you have to be ready. Find it, but, if possible, wait
with waking it." Ororo looked at him sadly. "I just hope we
"So do I, chère, so do I."
Remy grinned smugly. That was his thing! Being an important
piece in a puzzle, surrounded by beautiful women and with
nothing else to do but finding this child and bring it to
the battleground. He wouldn't even have to fight himself,
that was the task of the children, what was pretty fine with
him. Nonetheless he would be considered as one of the heroes
in case they succeded. The other alternative - well, he had
pulled through situations much worse, and if not ... he had
nothing to blame himself for, he had lived his life to the
fullest and there wasn't much he would miss.
Nonetheless, he would play along for now, find the last child.
Remy looked at the poem that Ororo had given him. At least
the first two verses of a poem that had been shared out among
the elemental children and gave clues about the last child.
Legend said that only the Visioner would be able to understand
the true sense of it, but when Remy skimmed the piece of paper
in his hand, he doubted it would be of much use to him. It
In a world of blind
There's one who sees
He'll bring the one
And pain may ease
It will be marked
It will be death
Or last defense
Aaalriiight. Remy sighed. He just hoped the rest of the poem
would be more useful than this. But he would see to the child
of death after he had received all the clues from the first
four children. Mattie had told him that it was senseless to
search for it before. He would only be able to see the whole
picture when he had all the pieces of the puzzle. So he tucked
the paper away and started his journey to the child of fire.
To be continued.
Note: Okay, okay, I know this one
isn't the best of styles (hello rewrite...), I had little
practice recently :(
But stay tuned, I'll promise to try and do better next time.
And the story hasn't even started ;)
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