Warriors of Prophecy

When Rhiannon woke up she was filled with not only nerves but excitement. Today would be the day they would rescue her sister from that horrible prison. Far too long had Morrighan rotted away as a prisoner of F.E.A.R. Tonight they would liberate her and Rhiannon would be reunited with her again. After she rose from the bed, she quickly dressed. Part of her mind was still on the kiss she shared with Prophet last night. A small smile crossed her lips as she exited her chambers.

“What’s got the pretty lady smiling?”

Whipping around, Rhiannon turned to see Mystic grinning at her. She fought the blush that threatened to stain her cheeks as she walked over to him. “Nothing in…particular. It’s just a good morning.” She shrugged her shoulders. The last thing she wanted was to tell him what was really on her mind.

Mystic arched an eyebrow as he stood before her. “Rhiannon, you know very well that I all I have to do is touch your head and I can see what you’re really thinking. It’s one of my gifts.”

Fighting a blush, Rhiannon played with the end of her braid. “What are each of your gifts exactly?”

If there was one thing that Rhiannon seemed to be great at it was changing the subject. That was one thing that she and Prophet seemed to have in common. But he’d humor her. For now. Clearing his throat, Mystic spoke. “I have the ability to not only read minds when I touch a person’s head, but I can also ignite fires with my hands. I use that ability when I cremate our lost ones.” He explained.

Rhiannon’s face softened. “You and Mourner must work together in that respect.”

Nodding, Mystic sighed. “Yes. His power is that he can sense the dead from anywhere. He also prepares our dead for burial. Now Deviant, you know he can use his sweet talking to get any information out of anyone. He seduces them with his power. It’s come very handy in situations.” He chuckled.

“I’m sure it has.” Rhiannon playfully rolled her eyes. “Destroyer, he’s—“

“Our secret weapon?” Mystic teased. “Yeah he’s something like that. He can channel his aggression and transform it into energy. That’s his power to destroy things.” He watched the woman before him and he knew without having to read her mind who was on her mind. “You’re wanting to know about Andy aren’t you?”

Rhiannon’s head snapped up at Mystic’s words. Mostly because the man used Prophet’s given name instead of his title. She swallowed hard as she nodded slowly. “Please?” She spoke softly.

Sighing softly, Mystic chuckled. “Andy is a complicated one. I’ve known him a long time and he’s become one of my best friends. He’s a good man. His powers, they are the strongest of us all. At least I think so.” He started. “Andy gets these, visions, if you will. They can come to him in dreams or even when he’s sitting quietly. These visions are abstract and yet they come true. Each and every one of them. Andy never knows when or how they will; only they will.” He frowned. “Sometimes he’s plagued by them so much that it interferes with his sleep, and I worry for him. But since you came along, he seems to be doing much better. Thank you Little Queen.”

With each word about Andy, Rhiannon felt as if her heart was being torn out. She wished she could help him in some way but she herself felt slave to her destiny. She hated that. Ever since she was young she felt as if the prophecy ruled her world. “I’m not the Queen, Mystic. I’m not Queen material. I’m hardly lady like and if anyone was to be a great queen it would be my sister.” She protested. “Morrighan is what everyone looks for in a ruler. She should be the Queen once we take F.E.A.R down.”

“We each surprise ourselves when the battle is afoot.” Mystic shrugged his shoulders.
“I know what I’m capable of, and being Queen is not one of them.” Rhiannon shook her head as she chuckled.

Before Mystic could say anything the doorway was darkened by the appearance of Prophet. He looked worn down and tired with dark circles under his eyes. His friend could tell immediately he had another vision. Only when the leader of the Wild Ones looked this restless it meant one thing. “Good morning.” Mystic started.

Prophet saw Rhiannon and his shoulders relaxed. Seeing her face made him forget his vision he had last night momentarily. “Good morning. Today is a big day for us. I want all of the Wild Ones in the meeting room. We have much to discuss for tonight.” He tried to keep things normal. He refused to let his vision bother him today.

“Of course. I’ll get the others and we’ll meet after breakfast.” Mystic nodded his head. “You two eat and then I’ll see you then.” He walked over to Prophet and gave him a hard look that said, we’ll talk later.

Prophet nodded his head as he gave him a curt smile. “See you then.”

“See you later, Mystic.” Rhiannon gave the dark haired man a small smile.

“Goodbye for now Rhiannon.” Mystic walked out of the corridor and left the room.

Turing to face the woman, Prophet once again let her beauty fill his senses. The vision haunted him even in the morning light. In his vision he held the beam of light again and this time he could physically feel it in his hands. Then as he went to protect it, and pull it close, he felt it dim more and more until it faded away completely. His biggest fear was that the vision meant that Rhiannon was going to die somewhere in the future. He’d kill someone, anyone, and everyone before that happened. “Good morning beautiful.” He smiled at her.

Rhiannon stepped closer to him as she could see the smile didn’t reach his eyes and that worried her. “Good morning, Andy.” She purposely used his given name now that they were alone. “Don’t lie to me. I know by looking at you that you didn’t sleep well.” Not being able to help herself, she reached up to caress his cheek.

Placing his hand over hers, he found himself leaning into the touch. It was as if a spark went up between them and it had begun to heal him. Staring into her eyes, he knew he couldn’t lie to her. “No, I didn’t sleep well. Hardly at all in fact. I—I had a vision.” He confessed. The words were out before he could stop them. He never told anyone when he had the visions besides his fellow Wild Ones. Yet he was telling Rhiannon. However he trusted her with everything.

She sucked in her breath as she immediately wrapped her arms around Prophet’s body as she pulled him close. “We don’t have to do this tonight. We can wait another night until you get proper sleep.” She offered. Rhiannon wanted to rescue her sister, yes but not at the risk of him. She didn’t have the power he did so she couldn’t imagine what it must feel like to see things and be powerless to stop them.

Feeling her arms around his body sent chills up and down Prophet’s body. He slid his own arms around her small frame as he hugged her back. Her offer of postponing the raid on the prison meant a lot to him. The fact she would continue to put her sister in danger so that he could be selfish for awhile spoke volumes. “No little one, I promised you we’d rescue your sister and I am a man of my word.” He whispered as he nuzzled against her head. “I will rest later after I made sure the preparations are completed.”

Rhiannon pulled back to look up at him. “I’m here to help you. If you need me to do anything, ask. The others are here to help as well. You don’t need to take everything on yourself.” She knew that he took his role of leader very seriously. The Legion of the Black looked up to him and the Wild Ones. He saved many and yet he thought nothing of himself. It was heart breaking really.

“Thank you Rhiannon.” Prophet’s voice was soft. “I swear I’ll tell you if I need anything. Having you at my side means so much. How are you this morning? I never asked and forgive me.” He brushed a few strands of her cornsilk colored hair away from her brow. He knew she had to be nervous about tonight.

“I’m doing fine, thank you Andy.” Rhiannon smiled up at him. “I’m just hoping tonight goes well. I don’t want anyone hurt, well any of our people.” The thought of Andy hurt had her feeling sick to her stomach. Times of denial were past. She had to come clean with herself and admit he was starting to mean something to her. He was more than just her rescuer or her leader. He was Andy, the man who she thought of constantly.

“It will.” He promised. “In fact let’s go eat some breakfast so we can join the others. Will you have breakfast with me?” He took her hand and then kissed her palm. The feel of her skin under his lips made him smile. Despite using her hands for war now, her palms were still soft.

Letting go of a soft chuckle, Rhiannon nodded. “Of course I will. I need to make sure you eat don’t I, Andy?” She teased him. The feeling of his full soft lips upon her palm had her biting her lower lip. She could feel the coldness of his lip ring pressing against her palm.

Prophet let out a laugh. “I have a feeling you’re going to be my new bodyguard.” He teased.

“Maybe I am.” Her eyes were twinkling with mischief. “Ready to eat?” She wanted to get rid of those dark circles under his eyes.

“I am. Come on little one.” Prophet slid his arm around her shoulders as they headed in the direction of the food.

~ ~ ~

After breakfast the Wild Ones met in their meeting room as they went over the final plans for the raid on the prison. Mystic looked over at Prophet who sat with Rhiannon at his side. To him his leader still looked worn out despite getting food into him. He was worried that tonight would take its toll on all of them. “What is the plan then?”

“We’re going to sneak up when it’s dark out. The lack of light will help us with our cover.” Prophet looked over the ancient maps that lay spread out over the table. “I don’t want them to see us coming. We won’t even use any light when we get close to the prison.”

“What happens when we get close?” Destroyer asked. “How are we getting into the prison?”

“I’m going to have Mystic in disguise and he’s going to bring Rhiannon to the gates. He’s going to tell the guards he’s bringing her in and he wants his bounty.” Prophet bit out. That was the part of the plan he hated the most. Exposing the woman to any kind of danger let a bitter taste in his mouth.

“I’ll be fine.” Rhiannon reassured him as she touched his arm. “I’m in safe hands with Mystic.”

Mourner looked around the room and then back at Prophet. “Where will the rest of us be?”

“At a safe distance. Once they are let into the prison and Mystic can find out where Morrighan is being kept, he’ll let us in.” Prophet revealed to the rest of them. “That’s when we go get Rhiannon’s sister and escape.”

“We just grab her sister? What about those that are in there?” Destroyer asked as he sat up. “We can’t just leave them.”

“We have to, for now.” Prophet looked up from the map and stared hard at his friend. “For now.”

Destroyer sighed. He hated this plan. He heard stories of those who were in the prison as well. It wasn’t right to leave them in there. “If you think that is best.” He leaned back and looked away.

“I know this plan isn’t ideal and I’m sorry. But once my sister is out, we can all think of a way to save the others.” Rhiannon gave each of them a sad smile.

“Everyone know their part?” Prophet asked. As everyone nodded, he gathered the map up. “Good. I want the supplies that we’ll need packed and ready by 5. Make sure there are extra guards around the base and that our people know that we’re going out tonight. Don’t tell them where we’re going.” He issued orders like the leader he was.

“Yes Sir.” Mourner saluted him mockingly.

“I’m serious, Jake.” For the first time Prophet used his given name. “This is important. I can’t have our people hurt in this.”

“It will be taken care of Andy.” Mourner put a hand on his friend’s shoulder.

Prophet nodded. “I’ll see you tonight.” Without another word to any of them, including Rhiannon, he walked out of the room.

“What the fuck crawled up his ass?” Deviant bit out.

Mystic’s head whipped around. “Leave him alone. He didn’t sleep much last night.”

Deviant’s eyes went wide. “OH!” He immediately understood. “Will he be ok tonight?” He asked worriedly.

“He’ll be fine.” Rhiannon nodded. “I’ll make sure of that.” She brushed past them and left the room.

Destroyer put his hands on his hips. “I have a bad feeling about this.”

“Relax. I’m the one who has bad feelings about things.” Mystic chuckled.

“Not funny.” Destroyer pushed his friend out of the way as he walked out of the room. Tonight was going to be a bad idea.

~ ~ ~

“You know how much I hate this?” Prophet grit through his teeth as he watched from a distance as Mystic and Rhiannon approached the prison. Tonight was a full moon and the creamy white light shone down on the desert, giving the Wild Ones a muted view. “If anything happens to her…”

Destroyer smirked as he nudged his friend. “Relax. What’s the worst thing that could happen?”

Slowly as if in completely slow motion, Prophet’s head turned around to stare at the man. His blue eyes glowed fire as he growled low in his throat. That was not the question to be asking at that moment in time. Not when not only Rhiannon’s life was in danger but Mystic’s as well. “Really?” Prophet spat out.

“Quick fucking around. They are going in.” Mourner pointed out as he lowered the binoculars. Normally they wouldn’t work in the dark but the moonlight helped see. He watched with the rest of the group as a hooded Mystic and a shackled Rhiannon entered the prison.

“Now…we wait.” Deviant sighed. That was the hardest part. They had no idea what was happening in the prison. It could be a cake walk or it could be a slaughter. They would only know if and when their friends came out.

It seemed like hours had passed as Prophet ran his fingers through his hair. “They should have come out by now.” He whispered. Voices carried in the desert at night and even a child in the Legion knew to whisper. “Why haven’t we seen them?” He whispered loudly to Destroyer.

“Calm down, give them time.” The warrior nudged his leader. “It’s been like ten minutes. Relax.”

Prophet snorted. “I can’t relax.” He chewed on his lower lip nervously. He would feel better once he saw Rhiannon alive and well.

Suddenly Mourner stood up. He grabbed Prophet by the back of his jacket. “They made it! We have to go now!”

The rest of the Wild Ones scrambled to stand as they looked towards the prison. A small beacon of light flashed and then was gone. That was their signal that the coast was clear. A huge smile of relief spread across Prophet’s face as he grabbed his gear and took off for the prison.

Being as stealthy as they could, the group made their way to the doors of the prison. Standing waiting for them was the hooded Mystic and Rhiannon. Prophet neared her and the first thing he noticed was that she had a bruise already forming on her right cheek. A growl exploded from his mouth. “Who hit her?”

“I’m fine. Really Prophet.” Rhiannon put her hands on her hips.

“Someone hit you.” He spat out as he reached up to caress her cheek.

She let out a half laugh. “Yeah he did. It was because he thought he was getting me back in prison. Then I kneed him in the balls and pushed him away. My boomerang took care of the rest. He’s not going to be bothering us again.” She said with a hint of pride in her voice.

“You taught her well, Prophet.” Mystic smirked.

This wasn’t the time or the place to lose his cool now. Later when they were alone he could take care of her and worry about her. However, he was quite proud of her for dispatching the attacker. “I can see that. Now, let’s go get her sister. Where is she?”

Rhiannon smirked as she winked at him. Then she looked around. “This is the main floor. We’ll find basic prisoners here. Those that the Matriarch will find unimportant. The more important a prisoner is the higher up they will be. The last time I was here, Morrighan was on the third floor. The floors above that are for the living quarters for the staff and then the top three floors are for the living quarters of the Matriarch. She has her chambers and her temple up there. She also has her personal torture chambers up there.” Her voice sounded hollow.

“What cell was your sister in?” Prophet reached out and took Rhiannon’s hand.

“Let me show you.” She nodded in the direction of the stairs. “Come on.”

The group walked quickly towards the far wall. As they walked past the cells Prophet saw groups of people cluttered in them as if clinging to life. They were pale and looked to be malnourished. He wondered just how long they had been in there. Some had a grey pallor to their skin and it made him feel sick to his stomach. Destroyer had been right. They had to do something to get them out. Not tonight, but soon.

Entering the stairwell, they made their way upwards. The stairs were metal and they creaked as they all climbed up. “They are bound to hear us.” Destroyer whispered. “These stairs are a trap!”

“Shhh!” Prophet chastised him.

“We’re almost to the—“ Rhiannon started to speak when one of the doors flew open and a guard came out.

The guard’s eyes widened as he saw the group. He went to grab Rhiannon first but Prophet lunged at him. The guard pulled back his fist and slammed it into the leader’s jaw. There was a sickening crunch and Prophet nearly fell back into the stairwell only to end it all. Luckily Destroyer was there to catch him. He thrust his leader at the guard. “Go kill him!” He ordered Prophet.

Prophet grabbed the guard and slammed his own fist into his head as he broke his nose instantly. Blood spewed out of the guard’s nose and the leader spun him around only to smash his head against the wall. This man was responsible for the people downstairs as well as nearly hurting Rhiannon. He kept slamming the guard’s head against the wall until Destroyer grabbed him. “No! He’s got to die!” Prophet growled.

“He’s dead already!” Destroyer pulled him away. “Come on, we have to get up to the third floor to get her sister.”

“We need to hide this body.” Mystic whispered.

“You three go. Mystic and I will take care of the body. We’ll meet you back down on the first floor.” Mourner told them.

“No!” Prophet shook his head, his hair hanging in his face. “We’re not splitting up! What if something happens to either of you?”

“Go! If you don’t you won’t rescue her sister. Now!” Mourner ordered.

“He’s right. Come on!” Destroyer grabbed his leader and they started to climb the stairs. He knew that his friends would take care of the dead body without trouble. Right now the only thing that mattered was Rhiannon’s sister.

Rhiannon hated to see the way killing the guard effected Prophet. She could take care of herself but watching the leader in that fury mode was rather a turn on. He was a different man when he was that furious. Never before had she had someone want to defend her like that. It was flattering despite not needing it.

The third floor door opened and it bothered Rhiannon. It opened far too easily. “This could be a trap.” She whispered.

“Oh but it is.” A voice was overheard and echoed through the air.

She spun around and there stood two Shadow Men. A shiver of fear ran down her spine but she held her stance. Rhiannon dug her boomerangs out as she ground her jaw.

“Fuck!” Prophet glared at them. He knew that F.E.A.R wasn’t going to let the other sister go easy but this was taking it to a whole new level. He hoped his friends could dispose of the body and free themselves.

“Rhiannon go get your sister with Prophet. I’ll take care of these boys.” Destroyer smirked.

“Are you sure?” She stared at their enemies. “I can take care of them as well. So can Prophet.”

Destroyer took slow steps towards the Shadow Men. “Go!”

She lunged towards the Shadow Men but Prophet grabbed her and yanked her back. They disappeared down a corridor and he then pinned her against a wall. “Don’t ever disobey one of us again. Not when it concerns your life.” He stared hard at her. “Understand me?”

Rhiannon nodded as she looked up at him. She never heard that tone in his voice before. It was harsh and it was pure leader. All she wanted to do was help and it was as if they still saw her as an untrained novice. “Yes Sir.” She whispered.

“Good. Let’s go.” Prophet grabbed her hand and yanked her down a hallway. “Where is your sister?” He asked. Before she could answer they passed glassed in rooms and he stopped dead. His eyes widened and he had to lean on the glass. In the rooms were mutilated humans of all forms. The rumors were true. F.E.A.R was running experiments on their prisoners. Some of the humans were still alive but were suffering. Some were dying as they stood watching. Prophet had to let the cool glass press against his forehead to give him the strength to carry on. “What the fuck….”

“This is the floor I hate the most.” Rhiannon’s voice cracked. “They are trying to turn humans into something…I don’t know. They take prisoners from below. I spoke up against it and I spent two weeks in pain.” She whispered.

“Destroyer is right. We have to stop them.” Prophet barely whispered.

“Prophet!” Rhiannon’s warning came too late. She watched as a guard came up behind them and slammed his baton against the back of the man’s head. Prophet crumbled at her feet. She barely missed being hit as well.

“We knew you’d come back.” The guard snarled at her. He backhanded her and sent her flying against the glass.

Rhiannon hit the back of her head and cried out. She growled and without proper aim, she threw her boomerang. It hit the guard’s neck and sent him flying back. The loud snap told her all she had to know. He was dead. However there was another guard that came from a room with double doors. When she saw him, she grabbed her boomerang in a defensive mode. But without warning the guard slumped down.

Behind the guard stood her twin sister, Morrighan with a bloody knife in her hand. Morrighan stared at her sister and then the man at her feet. Dropping the knife, the princess tried to smile. “Better late than never, sister.”

All of a sudden Destroyer raced into the room. He skidded to a halt when he saw the situation before him. His eyes widened in shock as he saw the twin sisters. His head moved from one to the other. It was several seconds before he spoke. “Rhiannon aren’t you going to introduce us?”

“Oh bloody hell!” Morrighan rolled her eyes. “We’ll have time for a proper introduction later. Right now we need to get out of here. I do believe your friend might need some assistance. He got hit by the guard rather hard.”

Rhiannon bit her lower lip as she tried not to laugh. Despite all they had gone through, her sister was the same as she ever was. She couldn’t thank Morrighan enough for that. At the mention of Prophet, she bent down to him. She caressed his cheek. “Prophet, wake up.” When she moved her fingers through his dark hair and then pulled them away, she gasped when she saw the tips covered in blood. Her head snapped up. “Destroyer, he’s bleeding. He’ll never make it out of here on his own. You’ll have to carry him!”

“Fucking hell!” Destroyer bent down and grabbed his leader and hauled him over his shoulder. “Come on ladies, we have an exit to make.”

The two twin sisters followed the tall man as they hurried out into the stairwell. They knew they had to be careful. They couldn’t chance it if they ran into anymore guards. Leaning over, Morrighan whispered to her sister. “You will tell me all about you and this…Prophet.”

Blushing, Rhiannon shook her head. “There is nothing to tell.”

Staring at her sister, the twin just nodded. Rhiannon what have you been up to…

Notes

I'm sorry that it took so long for me to update. I recently just got accepted for a job and it's been hectic. I haven't forgotten any of my stories. I just need to actually find time to sit down and write. I promise I will update the others as well.