Sorcerer and Sorceress

            The cold winds whirled about the empty black landscape. Celeano’s lost scream of defeat still seemed to echo through the land. But another scream was higher.

            “Celeano!”

            From the edge of the landscape came a small girl. She was the same height as Kit but had a build similar to Celeano’s. Her age was clearly at least twelve maybe thirteen. Her shiny black hair fell in tiny curls to her solid white shoulders. There it rested normally but the child was running so it flew behind her.

            Her lips were thin and a deep red. But not a nice red like a rose. This color was the blood under a wound that never quite heals. Her cheekbones were high and a little rosy colored. Her teeth were straight and crystal white.

            But it was her eyes that got you. They were large and glimmed. The area where Celeano had stood still shimmered with a faint black glow. As the young girl approached it, her eyes seemed to highlight. They were midnight black, darker than Celeano’s had been. And they held an evil red glow that would have scared Mumm-ra and Chilla.

            Her clothes were similar to Celeano’s. But they weren’t as desolute, not as dark. She wore a black outfit but it was a skirt and leotard. Her leotard was a slick black and spread perfectly over her small form.

            The slickness and tightness would have proved incomfortable to anyone else but this child liked it. It fit perfectly and had just enough room so the small swell of her breasts didn’t make her feel tight in the chest and in pain.

            The skirt was black as well but of a lighter shade. It was made from a different material too. It was silk. Along the waist, the child wore a small thin leather belt. It had a single buckle on it of a faint golden color.

            The skirt fell in slick curves until it stopped just below her knees. On her slender feet, she had small shoes. They were of a black too. Black leather. They raised her feet off the ground by about half an inch.

            But now she was running, tears streaming from her face.

            “Celeano! Celeano! Please ANSWER ME!”

            While she scarcely used please, she was in a panic.

            “Celeano! It’s Cesira. Good Grief, answer me!”

            Then the child saw. On the ground where Celeano had died, lay a small pendant.

            Kneeling, the young child picked it up and then moved so she was sitting on her knees. Using both her thumbs, she carressed the delicate jewel’s several faces. Faces that seemed to glare back at her.

            Cesira was the only one who knew what she held. This pendant was Celeano’s. She never let her enemies see it. She kept it hidden under her dress. It was in the shape of a sphere and seemed to float in the frame of gold.

            The stone itself was black. Cesira knew that when Celeano died, she had wanted to make sure her evil would live on. So when the kittens’ magic had hit her, she slid all her power into this tiny gem.

            Cesira herself was lucky that she knew about the gem and the two twins. Celeano had told her never to get involved into her affairs. She said she would only get in the way. Scared, the girl had complied. But now Celeano was gone.

            Cesira stared at the tiny gem, considering. Then, anger filled her. Anger at the universe, at the first Thunderian, at the cursed spell of innocence, at Kitra for spawning the little wretches and especially at the Thunderkittens.

            “Sleep well, cubs,” she hissed. Then she picked up the chain of the jewel. Closing her eyes she snapped the gem in place like a tiara across her forehead. As soon as the pendant brushed her skin, it lit up. Celeano’s power sensed a new form. They made the jewel hot. The child screamed as the gem began to melt away some of her skin. The skin receded and the crystal literally became part of her forehead.

            The skin came again and wrapped around the golden frame, locking the gemstone in place. Cesira spread her arms as the stone lit up again on her forehead and cast it’s black waves in circular motions across the landscape.

            Then, she spoke.

            “Rest, Celeano. Your evil shall live on. Those twins, the wicked spawn of Kitra, shall pay for your pain. I will avenge you Celeano. I will avenge you…Mother.”

The End?

Sorcerer and Sorceress © 1999, C. A. Angley (Thundercub) No one can copy this in whole or in part without permission of Thundercub. However, it may be posted on WebPages or downloaded for personal use as long as this notice and proper credit is given. Thundercub reserves the only right to reprint, write, or distribute this piece of work as she desires. This is a work of fan-fiction and Thundercats are property of Trademarks Production. © 1985

 

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