Silver Moon: Chapter 5: Death of the Sky

Ok, So I’ve been busy with VCE but I took sometime out of the never ending homework to write some of Silver Moon... Sorry Shadow Realm fans D: but anyways... In this chapter I’ve put a lot of implied Rhyken/Willow [they're on a bed hugging for god sakes!!]... I mean, seriously, they're so cute together :3

...Oh and even I feel sad reading this chapter... makes you wanna hug Rhyken :[
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Crouching in a small thicket little silver eyes carefully watched a broad man walk into an opening. The man’s eyes swept the small shrubs looking for any movement before walking forward; the man stopped barely a meter away from the boy. Flexing his legs the small boy suddenly lunged at the man tackling him to the ground. With an ‘Oof’ the large man fell backwards with his arms wrapped around the small boy.

"Ugh...you’re getting really good at this hide and seek thing, Son," the larger man said in a gruff voice. The man shifted his head so he could look at the small boy and was greeted with a mischievous grin.

"I reckon I could match a Daeiklyn real soon, Dad," the boy chirped. A low chuckle came from the man as he sat up.

"You know your mother will be worried..." The older man said looking up into the darkening sky.

"Don’t worry Dad I’ll get you home before nightfall," The boy said and grinned. His father chuckled again and as he stood he threw the boy over his shoulder.

"Dad!" screamed the boy but his father ignored him by laughing and skipped towards the castle walls that soon came into view. Still more than 15 meters away the walls loomed above them. Soon they were inside the castle and after much kicking and screaming the boy’s father finally dropped him to the floor. Rubbing his butt and scowling the boy turned around and begun chasing his father. Soon the whole courtyard was laughing at the sight of the tall man running away from the small child. The boy’s head snapped around when he heard a soft giggle on the other side of the court.

"Mother!" he squealed and ran over to her. The woman smiled and hugged him as his father jogged over to them.

"Your son’s a handful," The older man said with a smirk.

"He takes after his father," She replied with a wink.

"I’m right here you know," the boy said with a frown.

Picking up the boy the man yelled, "I think it’s time for your bedtime." After much fuss the boy finally complied and was put to sleep.

In the middle of the night the boy was awoken by his mother shaking him violently, at first he stared at her groggily but couldn’t say anything because she yanked him out of bed and out of his room. All around him was chaos, screaming and heat. The little boy didn’t fully comprehend the situation until he and his mother ran into the throne room which was engulfed in flame. Stopping abruptly the woman spun around to look for a way out but was thwarted as part of the roof collapsed. The flame slowly consumed the room, turning to her son she looked him in the eye and pulled him close and whispered in his ear, "Always know, I love you. Be a good king, my son."

Pulling away he watched tears fall down his mother’s cheeks as he was engulfed in silver light. He stared at his mother as she faded from his vision in a haze of silver light.

"No!" Rhyken screamed as he shot up from his bed. Looking around he noticed he was in a room the same color as Tulu’s tavern so he guessed he was in the inn. The only light came from a small oil lamp next to the bed that had dimmed over time. Taking shallow breaths he fell back against his pillow and covered his face with his hands. His cheeks were damp but not from sweat, he must have been crying in his sleep.

How pathetic, he thought as the door to his room swung open and Willow practically ran into the room looking at him with a concerned look on her face.

"Are you ok?" she said immediately closing the door and crossed the room. She sat on the small bed he lay on so that she was sitting opposite him. Blinking he tilted his head slightly, surprised that she came so fast, "Just a nightmare," he replied in a whisper. Willow laid down next to him resting her head on the pillow as she brushed his hair behind his ear softly. He closed his eyes and smiled. Her hands were warm and comforting he wanted to reach up and hold one but he wished away those thoughts as she pulled her hand away.

"Did you have a nightmare about the past?" She asked quietly.

He turned over so he was facing the ceiling and away from her, he didn’t really want to talk about his nightmare but he did enjoy having her near him. Frowning she watched his emotionless face stare at the ceiling like it was the most interesting thing in the world.

"You know Rhyken, when you clutch the past so tightly to your chest it leaves your arms too full to embrace the present," she said quietly against his shoulder.

Her breath was hot on his shoulder and made him shiver slightly, he propped himself up on his elbows, "Wise words," he replied running a hand through his midnight colored hair.

"I know, my father told them to me after my mother died."

Rhyken stopped playing with his hair and stared at her for a second. His silver eyes watched her as her emerald ones stared at him. He felt a twinge of sadness and he decided to lie back down next to her, turning on his side their noses were inches apart. With one arm he wrapped it around her as his other hand played with her hair; she moved closer so that her head was placed perfectly in the crook of his shoulder.

"I dreamt about the death of my mother," he said in a low tone twirling Willow’s hair between his fingers, "I saw it all again in my nightmare...how she cried and held me like this, how she whispered to me her final goodbyes and how I saw her disappear right before my eyes. She told me she loved me and told me to be a good man but what she didn’t tell me...the most important thing...was how to live without her and my father, how to not feel guilty that she gave up her life for me..."

"Rhyken..." Willow said pulling away slightly but he clutched her desperately and buried his face into her neck, holding onto her tightly.

In a low murmur he whispered into her ear, "just let me stay like this...at least for a little while."

He wanted nothing more than to just hold her like that forever; she chased away the nightmares and gave him shelter from the awful memories. Smiling warmly she nodded, he felt her nod and he wrapped the thin blanket around them both.
"I’ll stay with you like this forever if you really wanted me to," she said barely audible. He smiled against her neck pulling her closer and soon he drifted off into a world of warmth and not back into the nightmares that plagued his earlier slumber.

The second time Rhyken was woken from his sleep was not from a nightmare but by Silvan, his face was grave just like his mother’s was but less urgent.

"Silvan what’s wrong?" He said quickly getting up from the bed which Willow was now waking up on.

"Lucien sent his forces, they’re looking for the Sky Lords...he believes we’re plotting a rebellion against him," Silvan replied throwing Rhyken his two swords ‘Sorrow’ and ‘Despair.’

Catching them swiftly he heard sounds of explosions outside, "Isn’t that what you’re doing anyway?" He said securing all his weapons into place.

"Oh, so you’re calling me a rebel then are we dear nephew? Well Rhyken, what is a rebel?"

"I don’t know, but I'm sure you’re going to tell me," Rhyken replied with a mocking grin as he, his uncle and Willow ran out of the inn room, down the stairs and out of the abandoned tavern. Tulu, Jak, Aubrey, Obsidian, Dirk and Khan were waiting in the streets watching hordes of black uniformed men abuse patrons, torch buildings and beat anyone who came close enough to death in cold blood. A few of the soldiers wore black robes with a large golden chalice and a skull under the blade of a scythe on the back. Necromancers, thought Rhyken bitterly.

"Well Rhyken, a rebel is a man who says no and if saying no to the torture of innocent people then yes, I am a rebel, " Spat Silvan as a bunch of soldiers noticed them, turning to Obsidian he mumbled something in her ear then pushed her away, "Rhyken you and I will hold back the soldiers as the rest of you make ready the ships...this is going to be one close escape," Silvan grinned and spun around and kicked a soldier who came too close as all but Rhyken ran towards the docking elevators.

The soldiers held up their weapons warily as Silvan and Rhyken stood together and drew their own weapons.

The first two soldiers ran at them with their swords outstretched. Silvan sidestepped the attack. With a fast backwards roundhouse kick he felt the back of his foot connect with the back of the soldiers’ bare neck. The other soldier tried to stab Rhyken but Rhyken kicked the man’s blade sending it to fly violently upwards. Rhyken moved forwards quickly and slammed his foot into the soldiers stomach. The sheer force of the attack sent the man into another two soldiers.

Rhyken grabbed two throwing daggers from there holder and struck two more soldiers. As the soldiers fell Rhyken could see a group of Necromancers advancing towards them.

"Uncle blue, we got company," Rhyken yelled as he slashed a soldier’s mid-section. Silvan glared at the approaching mage’s.

"Better move our ass’s!" He said snapping a soldier’s neck and veering to the side in between Tulu’s tavern and a rundown building next to it. Rhyken followed after but before moving further he turned around facing the advancing soldiers and mages. He opened his hand in front of him and shifted his feet sliding them along the earth gracefully, in one quick movement he stomped his fore-foot down and the earth in front of him ripped open flinging massive chunks of stone upwards creating a barrier. Silvan waited for him at the end at the alleyway and when Rhyken rejoined him the both of them ran through the streets towards one of the elevators that went to the docking stations above. They flipped the latch to go up as soon as they reached it but the mechanism failed and the soldiers were fast approaching.

"Rhyken, please tell me you mastered your magic"

"And if I haven’t?"

"Well then I’ll kill you even before the army arrives!"

Grinning Rhyken opened both his hands and outstretched them, "Hey Uncle Blue, would you rather travel by Fire, Water, Air or earth?"

"I’m a sky pirate...Air," Silvan said giving him a look that screamed ‘hurry up and let’s get out of here’

Rhyken swung his arms down and then proceeded to sweep them upwards twisting his outstretched palms. Wind rushed around them and forcefully lifted the elevator up pushing it into the air and sending it soaring towards the fast approaching docking station. Willow’s ship was the only one left and when the elevator stopped Rhyken and Silvan bolted towards it. Rhyken grabbed onto the flight ladder climbing up but when he noticed Silvan wasn’t following he saw him watching another man who was laughing.

"Uncle Blue?!"

Silvan turned towards him throwing something to him and growled "Just go!"

Rhyken caught the object to see it was the Eollivye sapphire Silvan wore. Willow looked over the edge of her ship to see Silvan talking with a strange man, the man looked about thirty but something about him gave off an aura of an older man. The man had platinum colored hair that went up to his shoulders. Rhyken was about to jump off but the strange man looked at him with pale yellow eyes that locked him into place. The man bowed slightly towards him then going on to laugh his head off like it was some kind of joke. Silvan drew his sword and the two men seemed to talk about something. Silvan turned to Rhyken and smiled weakly. Silvan surged forwards and tried to slash the strange man but the man was faster, swinging his hand towards Silvan’s face the stranger stopped and opened his fist. Erupting from the strangers palm came a massive black blade. It’s tip pointing at Silvan’s throat. The stranger smiled coldly and seemed to ask Silvan something. Silvan shouted in rage and went to attack the man but the man moved too quick. The stranger backed away only to close the distance between him and Silvan, surging his hand forward the man hit Silvan’s chest. The black blade pierced Silvan’s heart but the blade seemed to grow until it protruded from Silvan’s back. Gagging Silvan slumped forward only to have the blade ripped out of his chest leaving him to crumple at the stranger’s feet.

"No! Uncle Blue!" screamed Rhyken as he went to jump down but Willow grabbed him and pulled him onto the ship as it ascended into the skies. Grasping onto Willow he dragged her into his arms as he clutched Silvan’s sapphire.

He howled into her shoulder "He wasn’t supposed to die..."
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Anyways if you've noticed I actually included the name of this chapter... yes the other ones have names as well I just forgot to put them on. Here are the names if you really wanted to know:

Chapter 1: Festival of the dead
Chapter 2: Assassination
Chapter 3: Ally
Chapter 4: Memory lane

More chaps are coming soon...

LOVE LOVE,

Jingles

p.s.... yes I have been playing with HTML codes... they're fun :D