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raisedlikeaphoenix · 1 year ago

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Raised like a Phoenix - Chapter 4: Slept Through a Storm

*Tink, tink, tink*

“My fellow Hunters,” Sir Fangar began when he had everyone’s attention. He wore a suit similar to the one he wore during his wedding, as many other Hunters had dressed in similar attire. Their tribal leaders stood by his side, clearly enjoying one too many glasses.

While the glow from the chi pool lit up the snow white room with a soft blue hue. It was the only body of water that hadn’t been frozen (aside from the drinks in their hands of course).

“It is with great pleasure that we celebrate the 10th anniversary of our greatest victory against the Phoenix and those pitiful warmbloods.” He spat the word out like poison in his mouth.

“So let us raise a glass, to us. But more importantly, me. To the Hunters!”

“TO THE HUNTERS!” If the Saber Tooth wasn’t so drunk on power and his own pride he would have noticed that the tone of a few of his “loyal subjects” wasn’t as enthusiastic as he’d have liked.

Especially from a small group of four in a corner of the room.

“I’m getting sick of this!” Voom Voom practically shouted. Luckily no one noticed due to the loud music and conversation. Still Vornon shushed him.

“We know. But you shouldn’t shout so loud.” Mottrot whispered.

“Hmph. Well it’s the truth! We’re decaying away by the day!” Voom Voom quietly shouted.

He was right. The chi kept them alive, but it didn’t exactly keep them together. Many of them were more ice than animal now in a desperate attempt to keep themselves intact.

“Then perhaps we should contact those in the Outlands.” Stealthor, the most unusual member of their little group, mumbled. Once his loyal servant, he has now seen Sir Fangar for who he really is due to how he has treated his people and the chi. While the chi does get distributed to the other tribes, it is not because of Fangar’s belief in balance and using it well and wisely.

But it is to force tribes to do labor, as he holds hostage a product that they practically depend on to survive.

Yet many would often only get one orb of chi for a job they have been doing for days on end. Clearly, their leader must be stopped.

“So how do we do that?” Mottrot questioned, eyes brimming with curiosity.

His question would never be answered as the sound of a roar echoed throughout the room.

A very familiar roar.

Everyone ran out of the room, with Sir Fangar at the head, glowing eyes landed on where one of his most prized trophies resided, then on the now fleeing lions.

On the outside he ran towards his tank to chase after them but on the inside, Stealthor was grinning.

Maybe there was some hope after all.

10 years.

10 YEARS! He and his best friends had been dead for TEN YEARS!

It was a very hard thing to comprehend as he and Li’Ella rode on the Lion Beast back to Santuario.

He held on tightly to the lioness out of fear that she’d suddenly disappear, and he’d fall back into that dreamless sleep once again. The warmth of the two living lions was a stark contrast to his lack of body heat. Even with the Firewings and the fire chi he still felt freezing cold. Like no matter what fire burned inside of him, he’d never escape their freeze. It made him shiver as he softly sobbed into Li’Ella’s fluffy cloak, wrapping the lioness in a hug. She patted his hands in reassurance.

10 years.

For ten years Confident Cragger, Clever Eris, Sweet Rogon, Generous Gorzan, Sleepy Bladvic, Sneaky Razar, and Moody Worriz… have been dead.

In a dreamless sleep just like the Hunters.

But just like the Hunters they can come back! They were out there! Just like Li’Ella, said if he can be brought back then so can the others!

Soon they reached the Outlands, just as the sound of blasters faded away. But they didn't stop till they reached a clearing, for the Legend Beast to catch his breath.

The two dismounted and Laval looked Li’Ella up and down.

She had bags under her eyes, a clear sign she wasn’t sleeping well. At all. She wore a giant brown cloak that covered her whole body and was soft to the touch, a chi harness peeking out from the inside.

Then he looked at himself.

New outfit.

Purple colored gashes.

One arm.

They both had clearly changed a lot over the years.

Li’Ella remained silent as Laval looked around. The Lion Beast nudged his check like a parent would.

“It is good to see you again, cub.”

Laval hugged the Lion Beast back, snuggling deeper into his mane. Li’Ella joined them and the three simply stood amongst the stars that shone in the Outlands in silence. Letting their friend get a grip on everything.

Laval sighed as he pulled away from the two.

“I’m glad to be… back. Heh. But what about everybody else? Everyone who survived?”

Li’Ella thought for a bit. “Well, Windra and Razcal have taken over as the leaders of their tribes since Worriz’s and Rawzome’s deaths. And we have been on good terms with the Crawlers.”

Laval smiled sadly, “How “good” are these terms?”

“We’ve actually been getting along pretty well. Scorm has even gotten off his high horse a few times and helped deal with things like clearing deadly plants or rebuilding houses after earthquakes.”

“Huh.” Laval couldn’t exactly imagine a Scorm acting mature in any manner, shape, or form. He’d have to see this to believe it.

“What about… my Dad?”

Li’Ella’s face said it all as a look of utter sorrow blanketed her face. The Lion Beast gained one of his own. Laval thought he knew what was coming. It was obvious it had to happen at some point. No one lives forever, but the thought of it terrified him. Still he braised himself for the truth.

He wasn’t prepared.

“Lagravis, as well as all the other lions, were killed. There are only two of us left. Me and Lavertus.”

The weight of the world might as well have collapsed onto Laval’s shoulders as he fell to his knees. He saw nothing as he screamed and cried, his vision turning white as he let it all out. His whole family. HIS WHOLE TRIBE! Gone…

No! This isn’t real. Maybe it was just an illusion. Or maybe he suddenly gained the ability to have visions. And this was just a bad ending.

He’ll wake up and all his friends and his tribe and his Dad will be alive all well. Right? Right…

But as he felt some of the only two lions left hold him tight as he screeched his lungs out, he knew the truth.

This was real.

They had lost.

His tribe was dead.

And his Dad was gone…

Flinx wanted to be alone. Unfortunately for him, Skinnet and Plovar have no idea what that means. He had been wandering through the forest just to clear his head, occasionally mumbling to himself.

“Maybe I should just go…” he contemplated out loud.

“Go? Go where? You’ll miss out on all this great sap!” The young phoenix jumped as Skinnet approached him, holding a basket with jars of the green sap. The very thing he collects has stained his purple jacket and pants beyond repair, but he doesn’t seem to mind.

The little crocodile cleaning bird sitting on top of his head, simply happy to be here.

“Ugh. I just want to be alone right now, guys.” Flinx said, already turning his back to the two.

“Great! We can be alone together!” Skinnet said.

“Perhaps it could give me the opportunity to spruce up that beak of yours. Dear, you desperately need a cleaning.” Plovar suggested, flapping towards Flinx.

“I’ll be finnnneeee. I just-”

Then there was screaming. But not from any of them. The three began running towards the source, fearing it was one of their own in trouble.

When they reached a clear, they saw Li’Ella and the Lion Beast huddled next to a weeping-

…

“Wha- Laval!” Flinx shouted. Plovar and Skinnet gasped.

The one who should be a ghost looked up at the call of his name, eyes brimming with tears. Skinnet did not hesitate, shouting Laval’s name as he barreled in for a hug. The lion made a small “oof” sound when he jumped towards him, but embraced the skunk nonetheless.

“Hey… *sniff* Skinnet…” He said between sniffles. Plovar landed on the lion’s shoulder, hugging his check. But Flinx still stared in shock. Examining Laval’s zombie-like appearance. (So much like the Hunters, it almost scared him.)

“But how?” As Flinx walked closer, hesitating with each and every step.

Li’Ella stood up and chuckled nervously. The Lion Beast gave Flinx a cheeky grin.

You did say to safely bring back your friend.

Laval stood up, as Skinnet reluctantly let go. “It’s been a long time. Sorry about… everything.”

Flinx suddenly rushed up to Laval, hugging him as tight as he could.

“I missed you…” He whispered softly as tears began to form. Laval patted the young phoenix’s head softly. “I missed you too, bud. But we’ve got a lot of work to do. We gotta go get the others and start over this whole Illumination again.” Laval explained, as Flinx pulled away. A soft “what” escaping from his beak.

“Okay, but first we gotta show you around the place.” Li’Ella said with a smile.

“Oh, yeah! I can show you all the good spots for sap. And take you on a tour around the new village. The bears opened a blacksmith dealing with weapons and wolves have been good hunters while the-” Skinnet took Laval’s hand as he chatted on and on about what it’s been like living in Santuario.

As everyone followed along, Li’Ella whispered to Laval, “Are you okay?”

Laval gave her a conflicted look. “We can talk about it later. Right now, let's go see how everyone's doing.”

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