Collision by Alyx D. Vacca (best fiction books of all time .txt) 📕

Collision. How we planned to make it happen and therefore destroy the eternal balance and bring chaos to the worlds. How when it happened, you would emerge victorious in slaying the evil Necromancer after he killed the two queens and bring the Wizard Moran to be co-ruler of Sra? Remember?" He was getting excited, acting like a five year old boy who just got the toy he wanted. "Remember how we had to send you here in advance so that when It came you would know the lay of this land and make it easier to take over?" I remembered. I remembered being born into this world, I remembered my purpose here too until I turned five. I remembered sending the signal on accident but subconsciously did it because I wanted to. "I remember." "Remember? What is he talking about Jayd?" Henry asked. "Jayd is my name here, but before I was known as the Demon Queen Izera. I deffenatly remember now Moran," I said. I let no emotion show, that just wasn't how I do things. "Izera!" Allen said in horror as Henry and Riah stared at me. Yes, I was very well known. I looked at Tobi. He was watching me with a look on his face of utmost hatred. And although I now remembered my life before, it still cut me to the bone. "I remember the PROPHECY as well." Moran paled as he heard that. "I remember very clearly how Shelby told me in a trance how 'The reborn would kill that who tried to kill her' and I remember how you tried to poison me, and how you attempted kill me more recently when you ran me over after you realized that i wasn't remembering as I should." I grinned and felt my fangs grow longer, my claws pierce my feeble human skin. My hair grew longer and my skin thickened and it paled until it became almost translucent. Horns erupted from my scalp and thick bone ridges poked out of my spine ending in a long tail, a pike on the end ready to tear my prey to pieces. And Moran was my prey. I ran at him as my arms grew long and and my hands turned into talons. I remembered just how much I loved shape-shifting as I ripped his head from his shoulders. The corpse fell to the ground and disappeared and I felt a sharp sting on my back. I whipped around, swinging my tail and hitting bookshelves and the glass dome, sending spidery cracks across the entire half globe. It then broke. pieces fell to the ground in large and small chunks. I leapt to yet another Moran as he started to mutter another spell. I hit his force field with a thump and fell backwards along with all the glass that I had spelled to slice him, even if it had to fly across the room diagonally. I crashed and slid across the floor and into yet another bookcase. "Stop!" said a thunderous voice. We froze. We couldn't have continued even if we had wanted to. "What is this foolishness? For shame, the both of you." The short little man from the Tournament came into the room. "Why did you have to bring him into the know?" I asked Moran, I was rather pissed. It was this little Wizard who had almost killed me thirty years ago. Moran shrugged and sighed, "What did I do wrong this time Oh Mighty One?" He asked him impatiently. "Mind your tongue! You were not supposed to kill each other, nor were you supposed to let these extras know what was going on. They were supposed to be witnesses to your demise Moran. And Izera, don't really kill him! You just have to pretend to do so, so that he can stop being the evil Necromancer Vanyel, and be Moran." "I am not your puppet!" I screamed at him. "I am Izera! I will never bow down to you idiotic humans, I will not particapate in your little acts! I-" "Izera shut up." The little Wizard said, waving his fingers in a little gesture that locked my jaws together, making it impossible for me not to obey him. I grunted and hummed in frustration. "If you do not follow my orders, you will not ever be free again. You do remember our deal, correct?" I glared at him for an answer. The deal was made when he almost killed me. Our pact was that if ever he needed some kind of help, I had to provide it, no matter the cost. If I didn't agree, or I did and didn't uphold my end of the bargain, he would kill me. No matter how long it took him to find me (which knowing how good his tracking skills were, wouldn't take very long) he would kill me. So I had agreed. This must be what he wanted help with. And yet I had helped him without even knowing it for years now. I nodded to show that i remembered, my face downcast, and he undid the spell holding my jaws together. I saw movement out of the corner of my eye and turned to see Tobi waving franticly in my direction. "What?" I asked iritibly. He didn't sign anything, just pointed. A dragon was heading straight towards us. It was big red and beautiful, just like a dragon always is. But this one wasn't flying overhead peacefully, this one was looking for food. I shifted back into my original shape and dived toward Henry, Riah, Allen and Tobi (out of habit I guess) and pulled them and myself under an over turned bookcase that had propped itself up against a table making a kind of fort that I had made when I was a human child. Moran and shorty however, were not so lucky. As the Dragon swooped down and picked them up I heard shorty say: "Help me now Izera and you will be free of your bonds, I swear it!" But still I hesitated. There was little chance of helping him when the very presence of a dragon will cancel out all magic. Besides, if I was going to risk my luck against a Dragon it would most deffinatly not be for the sake of shorty (by the way, his real name is Don). So I stayed hidden until I saw Tobi staring after them, almost in tears but not quite after his fathers betrayal. I sighed, "Do you want me to bring your father back?" I asked him. He turned to me with an astonished look on his face. "What? Just because I got my memory back doesn't mean that the past few years never happened." I told him, hurt. He stared at me for a few more seconds, both of us ignoring the looks that the others were giving us, and then he nodded and signed: "Only if it's possible." I crawled out from under the shelves and bowed to them and jumped, growing wings as I did so. I flew as I had never flown before. I started out as an eagle, then turned into something lighter, an osprey, finally remembering (now I was doing that a lot) that peregrine falcons are the fastest and quickly turned into one of those. I sped after the dragon, knowing that I flew to almost certain death, but because it was for Tobi my one true friend, out of all the ones that I had ever had, in all my lives- I didn't care. As I approached the tail of the Dragon I started thinking that I should have come up with a plan, but it was to late now. There was only one way left to go and that was forward. As I neared the front paws and saw Moran and Don -Don in the right paw, Moran in her left- Don started to wave so that I could come and save him. He had recognized me easily. How ever he didn't seem to get that just letting the Dragon eat him would solve all- or most- of my problems, and so there was no way in Hell that I was going to help him. I started to turn into my human form, keeping the wings though, just making them bigger, and I flew towards Moran. Completely ignoring Don. I flew around the paw for a moment trying to decide where the best pressure point would be on a Dragon to make him let go. Since it had been about seventeen years since I had last picked up a book on Dragon anatomy I had no idea. So I just settled with a spot that would work on humans that Riah had taught me earlier. I backed up and charged at the spot right in between the two wrist bones, changing shape once again (and thanking what ever ruled the universe that my shape shifting had nothing to do with magic so that I wouldn't be sent tumbling out of the air once I made contact with the Dragon because my magic had been countered) into a One Horned, One Eyed, Flying Purple People Eater and hit the Dragon dead on. It worked! Moran fell through the air and I dived after him, opening my hippo-like jaws and grabbing him gently by the leg. I heard yelling from below and behind me. Gods, why can't Wizards be grateful? "What? I asked Moran, who was screaming almost as loud as the Wizard about to be eaten. "I can't stand heights." "Ugh! You just have to be difficult! I save you and all you can do is scream and complain! Your son would have at least stayed silent or said 'thank you'." He was silent for a moment than said, "Thank you." He at least sounded like he meant it, so I tossed him up into the air and this time caught him by his arms and hoped that they didn't come out of their sockets. "What did you do that for!" His face was pale and tears streaked his cheeks. "I said 'thank you'!" "I just thought that it might be easier for you to ignore the hight if you were right side up." I answered calmly. He shivered and then said through what sounded like a stuffy nose: "My nod ib bleeging." I looked down and sure enough drops of blood were falling through the air to land on top of some poor guy down there on lawn duty. Or maybe someone's fancy clothes! I chuckled a little at the thought of the president walking across the lawn, in the middle of some important discussion, suddenly and unexpectedly, blood falls on to his head, staining his white hair pink! "Id nob bunny!" "No it's not a bunny," I assured him still chuckling.
Touching down gracefully in his observatory (I teased him unmercifully the entire time we were up in the air) Moran pulled away and ran from me as if I was the boogie man. I chuckled still more as he continued to baracaid himself into his kitchen while attempting to get his nose to stop bleeding