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Fic: Biding Time
Title: Biding Time
Author: Erin (erinm_4600)
Characters, Pairing: Az, the witch and the Mo-Bats (mentions of the Mystic Man, DG and Ahamo *if you squint*)
Rating: G
Summary: The cave was a secondary solution
Warning: pre-series, with a little twist *inspired by alchemistc's Quicksilver Etchings (Part 2)
Disclaimer: The original characters belong to L. Frank Baum and their respective actors. The current characters belong to Sci-Fi, Universal, the movie folks and their respective actors.
She had been in an actual prison once. Had her cot and toilet, two meals a day and plenty of time to think about what she’d done. Though they may have been able to lock her away, they couldn’t imprison her powers.
After the fourth alarm, it was decided to put her somewhere a bit less... open. She knew the spell they had used - she’d had the book for a long while before it was stolen from her. Surprisingly, they had actually figured out how to use it; read it; understand it. Something she’d never accomplished.
So, she was moved to this cave, far from any one or any thing. The spell provided for fresh oxygen and took care of any appetite she may have. Her company, however, was of her own making - no matter how indirectly.
Her first weeks in the cave, she’d scratched as many of the symbols she could remember into the walls. One afternoon - she assumed - she’d become bored of skipping rocks off the wall and drawing extravagant designs in the dirt. Remembering the words - she would never forget - she began chanting.
Obviously, she soon realized, her pronunciations may have been slightly off. Her companions deformed and became rather angry. Clawing at her, they pulled at her hair, scratched at her face and tore her gown.
The force behind her scream - and the accompanying strength of her magic - sent the things slamming into the walls of the cave. After that, they all reached an understanding of sorts.
As the years went by, they’d even become friends - well, as close to friends as those stuck together in a cave with no hope of escape and no way to get away from each other could be.
Even though she was cut off from the outside, the magic in her kept her apprised of many things: births, deaths... Slippers. And then came the day she sensed the greatest power - only once before had she ever had such a feeling.
Now was her chance to escape this prison.
Well, she surely couldn’t exact her revenge on those who had imprisoned her - they were all long-dead. Ignoring that niggling in the back of her mind - the one that said -he- was still alive - she was agreed that someone should pay.
She was the greatest sorceress the land had ever seen, and soon, everyone would know it.
‘Please, don’t...’ the girl pleaded.
‘With my knowledge and your power - we will be legend. It will be ours.’ She lifted a hand and made a circular motion - this younger body would take some getting used to.
‘What are you doing?’ the girl asked.
‘Oh,’ she answered, a smirk spreading across her face. ‘Weather’s my specialty.’ A dust devil grew into a small cyclone, then a roaring funnel cloud. She smiled again and stepped into it.
“Horrible, indeed.”
Author: Erin (erinm_4600)
Characters, Pairing: Az, the witch and the Mo-Bats (mentions of the Mystic Man, DG and Ahamo *if you squint*)
Rating: G
Summary: The cave was a secondary solution
Warning: pre-series, with a little twist *inspired by alchemistc's Quicksilver Etchings (Part 2)
Disclaimer: The original characters belong to L. Frank Baum and their respective actors. The current characters belong to Sci-Fi, Universal, the movie folks and their respective actors.
She had been in an actual prison once. Had her cot and toilet, two meals a day and plenty of time to think about what she’d done. Though they may have been able to lock her away, they couldn’t imprison her powers.
After the fourth alarm, it was decided to put her somewhere a bit less... open. She knew the spell they had used - she’d had the book for a long while before it was stolen from her. Surprisingly, they had actually figured out how to use it; read it; understand it. Something she’d never accomplished.
So, she was moved to this cave, far from any one or any thing. The spell provided for fresh oxygen and took care of any appetite she may have. Her company, however, was of her own making - no matter how indirectly.
Her first weeks in the cave, she’d scratched as many of the symbols she could remember into the walls. One afternoon - she assumed - she’d become bored of skipping rocks off the wall and drawing extravagant designs in the dirt. Remembering the words - she would never forget - she began chanting.
Obviously, she soon realized, her pronunciations may have been slightly off. Her companions deformed and became rather angry. Clawing at her, they pulled at her hair, scratched at her face and tore her gown.
The force behind her scream - and the accompanying strength of her magic - sent the things slamming into the walls of the cave. After that, they all reached an understanding of sorts.
As the years went by, they’d even become friends - well, as close to friends as those stuck together in a cave with no hope of escape and no way to get away from each other could be.
Even though she was cut off from the outside, the magic in her kept her apprised of many things: births, deaths... Slippers. And then came the day she sensed the greatest power - only once before had she ever had such a feeling.
Now was her chance to escape this prison.
Well, she surely couldn’t exact her revenge on those who had imprisoned her - they were all long-dead. Ignoring that niggling in the back of her mind - the one that said -he- was still alive - she was agreed that someone should pay.
She was the greatest sorceress the land had ever seen, and soon, everyone would know it.
‘Please, don’t...’ the girl pleaded.
‘With my knowledge and your power - we will be legend. It will be ours.’ She lifted a hand and made a circular motion - this younger body would take some getting used to.
‘What are you doing?’ the girl asked.
‘Oh,’ she answered, a smirk spreading across her face. ‘Weather’s my specialty.’ A dust devil grew into a small cyclone, then a roaring funnel cloud. She smiled again and stepped into it.
“Horrible, indeed.”