| Hope's Flame; Third installment of the trilogy | |
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| Lucifer's Angel | Apr 15 2008, 05:35 AM Post #1 |
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This is the third installment of the trilogy. Ashley, I think you'll really like this one :wink. Feedback is welcome Prologue “I am not going anywhere!”, shouted Fiaran, her eyes flashing with anger. Her brother Donal smiled gently at her. “You must, sister mine. The enemy is approaching and they will attack. I cannot let you fall into their hands. You will be safe”, he said. Fiaran hung her head in defeat. “I shall go. But I want to fight alongside you. I was trained as a warrior, I do not want to let down my people”, she said. Her brother Donal was the ruler of the Principality of Ardinshire, vassals of Aontaithe. Their parents had died several years earlier, leaving Donal to be the ruler. There had been peace since, until now. The ancient enemy of both Ardinshire and Aontaithe, Dubh-Righ, was ascendent. They had declared war, and Queen Aine of Aontaithe had asked all vassals of the kingdom to come to their aid. Donal poured himself a whiskey, smiling at his sister. Mother named her well, she is flame, he mused. Fiaran did indeed live up to her name. She was a very striking girl, tall and slim with a regal bearing. Her most striking feature was her flaming red hair, which flowed to her waist. It was a brilliant red with gleaming golden highlights, almost like the flame itself. She poured herself a whiskey, the sleeve of her gown revealing the intricate blue tattoos against her pale flesh. Her right arm from elbow to wrist was covered in a design of blue, intertwining snakes. It was the badge of the warrior, one who had shown great proficiency with weapons. “Our ambassador Conal will lead you to the Upperworld. We have a contact there who will keep you until the danger has passed. She is the niece of the queen”, he said. “I know, Donal” she whispered. “We will meet again, sister mine. Adh Mor Ort”, he said, embracing her. |
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| Verity | Apr 15 2008, 06:34 AM Post #2 |
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Very good start! I'm very anxiousto find out some more about Fiaran. Your description of her rocked. I wish I could get my hair to grow down to my waist, but it will only go to the middle of my back. Her brother sounds very kind and protective. I like it that Fiaran seems fiery and full of life. I have to wonder, I Dave Mustaine going to be poking his fantastic mane of fiery red hair in this.  More Soon please! |
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| Lucifer's Angel | Apr 15 2008, 11:46 AM Post #3 |
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Chapter 1 That evening, Conal and Fiaran arrived in the Upperworld. The tunnel had led them to a park in a suburban neighborhood of San Francisco. The streetlights gleamed against the dark skies, the park empty at this time. “Follow me, Lady Fiaran”, he said, as they left the park. They arrived at the house several minutes later. It wasn’t much different from the other houses in the neighborhood except for the Danish flag hanging outside. Conal quickly looked around before knocking on the door. A short, slim, red-haired woman answered the door, smiling at them. “Come in, we have been waiting for you”, she said, speaking with a slight Irish accent. “I must leave, Mrs. Ulrich. May the gods protect you and keep you from harm”, said Conal, bowing deeply and walking away. “Welcome Lady Fiaran”, said Fiona, stepping aside to let her in. Lars came forward, extending his hand. “Glad to meet you, Lady Fiaran. I once met the Queen of Denmark, so I’m used to royalty. Damn, you’re tall”, he joked. “Very funny, Lars. If you need anything, don’t hesitate to ask”, said Fiona. “Thank you, madam. And please, call me Fiaran. I am not royalty here”, she said graciously. Maja and Torben came downstairs. Their eyes widened when they saw the tall, elegant redhead in the parlor. She wore a deep, wine-colored velvet gown, her hair pulled back and wrapped in a jeweled comb. Around her neck was a brilliant ruby pendant, the red jewel twinkling in the light. “Wow, are you a queen?”, asked Maja. Fiaran chuckled at her question. “No, little one. I am Princess Fiaran Ni Ruarc of Ardinshire. I will be staying here until it is safe for me to go back”, she replied. “You pretty”, said Torben. Fiaran blushed prettily. “Aye, ye are little flirt, boyo”, she giggled. |
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| Verity | Apr 15 2008, 04:55 PM Post #4 |
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I'm glad that they found Lars and Fiona's place alright. I liked it when Maja asked if Fiaran was a queen. Her gown sounded beautfiul, and so did the jeweled comb. Maja rocks! I love it when she is in this. 
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| Battery | Apr 16 2008, 12:02 AM Post #5 |
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I like Fiaran, she sounds like a tough chick   And her hair rocks!!  That part at the end with Torben cracked me  I'm very curious what will come up from her staying at Fiona's and Lars' place  Great start! 
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| Lucifer's Angel | Apr 16 2008, 05:05 AM Post #6 |
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Chapter 2 Dave walked aimlessly down the street, brooding angrily. I can’t believe it, just when I’m gonna propose, I catch her fucking some guy in my bed. Unfuckingbelievable, it cant’ get much worse than that, he thought sardonically. Maja saw him and waved. “Hi, Mr. Mustaine. Mommy made some coffee, you want some?”, she asked cheerfully. Dave was startled from his reverie when he heard her. His first instinct was to snarl at the girl, he stopped himself. If I do that, Ulrich is gonna kick my ass. Besides, she’s just a kid, it’s not her fault I’m pissed, he thought. “Sure, kid”, he chuckled, as Maja led him inside. “Mustaine, what the hell are you doing here?”, muttered Lars. “Ulrich, your kid invited me for coffee, okay? If you don’t wanna see me, I’ll leave, all right?”, he grumbled. “Lars, try to be polite. Do you want some coffee, Mr. Mustaine?”, asked Fiona. “Sure, ma’am”, he chuckled. Dave stood on the back porch, a coffee cup in his hands. He sipped the hot black liquid, feeling the warmth course through his body. He smiled sadly, watching the children play. Maja and Torben chassed each other around the yard, their shrieks echoing in the breeze. I wish I could have kids like that. But she had to fuck things up, fuck some guy in my bed, he thought bitterly, feeling the ring in his pocket. Dave swiftly climbed the stairs to his apartment, an eager smile on his lips. He hummed a song under his breath, fumbling in his pocket for the key. He opened the door, surprised to see how dark the apartment was. Dave noticed the lights were all off and that the shades were drawn. That’s weird, I swore I left them open this morning, he thought, frowning. Dave walked towards his room, his heart pounding in trepidation. A faint blue glow came from beneath the door, odd sounds coming from within. Is she watching TV in there?, he mused. He opened the door and got the shock of his life. His girlfriend and some musclebound guy were fucking on his bed, the TV showing a porno. Their moans filled the air, as she gasped in pleasure. “Just what do you think you’re doing?”, he growled, pulling the man off her. She screamed in fright, wrapping herself in the blanket. “Dave! It’s not what you think it is”, she squealed. “Hah, did you fall on his dick by accident?”, he sneered. Dave grabbed the man and dragged him out of the room. “And as for you, get the fuck out before I beat the shit out of you”, he snarled. The man hastily put on his pants and ran out the door. “Get out, take your shit and leave”, he ordered. “But, I love you , Dave. It was a mistake”, she babbled. He sighed, his hazel eyes glowing with anger. “Get the fuck out before I throw you out”, he growled. “Dave, I was lonely. I got needs too, you’re probably doing the same thing. If it’s not your band, it that elf shit, or those nieces of yours”, she grumbled, quickly packing her things. “You’ll be sorry. Who else is gonna put up with your shit?”, she said triumphantly, taking her bags and heading out the door. Dave heard the door slam and sat down on the bed, his head in his hands. “I can’t fucking believe it, how could she?”, he sobbed. |
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| Verity | Apr 16 2008, 06:12 AM Post #7 |
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When I read the first line of this and saw Dave's name, I smiled.  Poor, poor, poor, Dave. Nasty, bad, slut girlfriend!  I do have to say that this bit made me laugh “Hah, did you fall on his dick by accident?”, he sneered. Poor guy. I like it that Maja was so sweet to him. Maja and Dave in this rock!  coffee sounds good right now.
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| Lucifer's Angel | Apr 16 2008, 03:44 PM Post #8 |
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Chapter 3 Fiaran saw the young man on the porch. He was tall and slender, his red hair a lighter shade than hers. He watched the children, a bitter smile on his lips. He looks so sad, I wonder what is the matter?, she thought, approaching him. Dave felt someone walk towards him and scowled. He was in no mood to talk to anyone and he was just about to say just that, when he turned around. His breath caught in his throat, as he came face to face with one of the most beautiful women he had ever seen. She was tall and slim, with bright flaming red hair falling to her waist. Her deep blue velvet gown contrasted with her hair, making it appear even redder, bringing out the golden highlights in the gleaming mass. She walked towards him, as his heart pounded in anticipation. Who is she?, he wondered. “Hello, I am Fiaran Ni Ruarc, the Ulrich’s houseguest. And what is your name?”, she asked, speaking with an elegant Irish accent. “I’m Dave Mustaine, Maja invited me in for some coffee. Very glad to meet you, Fiaran. That means flame, right?”, he asked. Her lovely amber eyes widened in surprise. “How did you know?”, she asked. Dave winked at her. “I know a little Gaelic, my family’s French and Irish”, he replied. His gaze moved to her arm. Her arm from elbow to wrist was covered in an elaborate design of blue and green intertwining snakes, fangs bared as if to attack. Normally, he found tattoos on women repellant, but he liked them, which intrigued him. “Nice tattoos. Where did you get them?”, he asked, running a finger over the design. Fiaran shivered at his touch, feeling the sensation go straight to her core. “It is the badge of the warrior, those who have shown proffiency with weapons”, she replied huskily. “Awesome. You’re like Eowyn, the shieldmaiden of Rohan. You into Lord of the Rings?”, he asked. “What is that? I have not heard of that”, she asked, puzzled. He raised an eyebrow. “Weird. My sister got me the books for my birthday several years ago, and they rule. You’re like Eowyn, Fiaran. A warrior princess”, he murmured. Suddenly, Dave took her into his arms, as he captured her lips with his. Fiaran gasped in shock, as his lips gently applied pressure, his tongue parting her lips. She moaned softly, gently rubbing his tongue with hers. Dave abruptly broke the kiss, a haunted look in his hazel eyes. “I’m doing it again, I am sorry lirimaer”, he murmured. |
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| Verity | Apr 16 2008, 03:55 PM Post #9 |
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That was hot. Lucky, lucky, lucky, Fiaran. I am most impressed that Dave knows some Gaelic. I knew an Irish girl and she said that Gaelic is difficult. I love dark blue on red heads. It looks so good! Awesome!
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| Lucifer's Angel | Apr 16 2008, 04:23 PM Post #10 |
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Ashley, I got a lot of chapters of this posted on Word Chapter 4 “Hey Dave, anybody home?”, joked David, snapping his fingers in his face. “Don’t do that, dipshit”, he grumbled, flipping him off. “Sorry, it’ just that we’ve arrived and we have to set up”, said David apologetically. Dave chuckled, clapping him on the back. “That’s okay, Junior. Just got something on my mind”, he said. David’s eyes filled with concern. “Man, you gotta stop thinking about her. That is low, fucking some guy in your bed. Hey, maybe we can go out to an arcade tonight after the show. My treat”, he said eagerly. “Maybe Junior, maybe”, he replied. Dave climbed aboard the bus, the roar of the crowd still ringing in his ears. That was one helluva show, he chuckled, walking over to his bunk. He poked around under his bunk, retrieving a green duffel bag. Dave unzipped it, tossing the contents onto the bed. Wait until Kerrang gets a load of this, he chuckled sardonically. Dave took out his Lord of the Rings boxed set, a map of Middle Earth, and his CD player. He inserted a Led Zeppelin CD into the player, putting on the headphones and hitting Play. The opening notes of Whole Lotta Love washed over him, as he lay down on the bunk. Dave took out his copy of Fellowship of the Ring, opening to a random page and began to read. The council at Rivendell was commenced and the fellowship was being formed. I’d love to talk to Elrond, he would be so cool to have as a dad, he mused. Dave read several more chapters, as Ramble On wafted through his headphones. He unconsciously sang along, totally absorbed in the music. He took off the headphones, as a thoughtful expression grew on his face. That reminds me of a certain red-haired Irish girl, he chuckled. Dave’s smile turned into a frown. Why did I have to kiss her like that? I hope I didn’t frighten her off. Hah, she looks too strong for that. Damn, is she gorgeous or what? Lirimaer, you are a lovely one indeed, he chuckled. It’s too soon, you’re only gonna get hurt, Mustaine, he reminded himself. “Yeah, maybe I ought to slow down. I don’t want this to be a rebound thing”, he muttered. “Man, he’s reading that again. Let’s not bother him, I don’t want him to kick our asses”, joked Marty, as they all entered the bus. |
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| maisy blue | Apr 16 2008, 05:15 PM Post #11 |
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Ohh I love this story!! I am assuming Torben is a little guy and not Lars' dad? So they had a boy? I LOVE having Dave Mustaine in this. Both Fiaran and him are fiery redheads. It sounds like it's going to be a passionate, hot, adventure-filled relationship. I love the description of the tattoos on Fiaran's arm. The whole idea of a woman warrior makes me feel really proud, for some reason. Go tough chicks who kick ass! I love the mix of reality with fantasy.
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| Lucifer's Angel | Apr 17 2008, 05:59 AM Post #12 |
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Chapter 5 Dave smiled in his sleep. He was having a wonderful dream, and he didn't want to wake up... He was lying in a field of wildflowers. It was a riot of white and red flowers, their heady perfume intoxicating. Nearby was a forest, the massive oak trees forbidding in their darkness. Where am I? This doesn't look like any place I know, he wondered, slowly getting up. He looked around and was surprised to hear no sounds. No motors, no airplanes overhead, just birds singing the wind rustling through the grass. Did I fall down the rabbit hole?, he chuckled. All I need is the white rabbit, the Mad Hatter and the Queen of Hearts, he laughed to himself. Oh well, might as well get moving. I wonder where I am?, he mused. Strangely enough, he wasn't frightened. This looks familiar, like I've seen it before. But where?, he wondered. Dave saw a path leading in between the trees. He curiously followed the path, wondering where it would lead. I don't think this is Wonderland. This feels like I'm in a fairytale, or Lord of the Rings. The last idea put a smile on his face. Wherever I am, I hope I end up in the Shire, and not Mordor. I don't want to come face to face with any orcs, I don't have a weapon, he chuckled. After walking for almost an hour, he heard the distinct sound of a babbling brook. He smiled in delight, following the sound. Dave finally found the brook. It was hidden behind a tall hedge, the waters rushing over the rocks. The massive oak trees made a canopy overhead, a few rays of sunlight peaking through the leaves. He made his way to the bank and looked down, stunned at how clear the water was. Fish swam happily, their silver fins reflecting the light. Brown, gray and tan rocks glistened with water and sunlight, the rays making strips of colors on their surfaces. He cupped his hands and drank some water, drinking thirstily. My, this is better than anything from a bottle, he thought. Just then, he saw a flash of red behind, reflected in the water. He lifted his head and looked around curiously. His eyes widened when he saw her. Fiaran stood amongst the trees, her red hair a beacon. She wore athe blue velvet dress, her tattoos standing out against her fair skin. Dave slowly made his way over to her side. She felt his presence and stood up to her full height. He chuckled; she came up to his eyebrows. Her lips turned up slightly, amber eyes inviting. Without a word, he leaned over and kissed her lips. The kiss started out gentle, but he applied more pressure, his tongue parting her lips. She moaned against his lips, her arms around his neck. He growled with lust, his arms going around her waist, holding her close. Their tongues mated, their moans filling the air. Dave finally broke the kiss, his breathing heavy. Fiaran looked dazed, tongue licking her swollen lips. He winked at her, and gently laid her down on the grass. He got on top of her, his body pressed against hers. Fiaran gazed into his eyes, her fingers in his hair. He grinned wolfishly at her, leaning down and capturing her lips with his. She moaned at the contact, her lips parting under his. Dave growled in triumph, his tongue exploring her mouth. Fiaran kissed him back passionately, feeling the heat of his body next to hers through his clothes. His lips left hers, moving downwards to kiss her throat, as she gasped in surprise. Suddenly, a chill filled the air, clouds gathering ominously above them. Fiaran could feel it, and she stiffened. Dave felt her stiffen in his arms and looked up. He cursed under his breath, helping her up. He motioned for her to follow him, when a lightning bolt flashed before them. They held onto each other fearfully, their hearts racing. Another flash of lightning appeared, followed by the apparition of an enormous black bird. A blinding white light appeared, and then faded. When Dave opened his eyes, she was gone, but there was a black feather lying on the ground. Just then, everything blacked out, and he woke up. He slowly opened his eyes, blinking in the darkness. "What the hell is that supposed to be?", he grumbled. At least, I got to hold her again, and she responded to my touch, to my kiss. But what's with the lightning, and the black bird? Maybe I should stop reading so much Lord of the Rings, he chuckled. |
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| maisy blue | Apr 17 2008, 07:36 AM Post #13 |
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Except for the ending, that chapter was like a dream come true for me. I did a fan fic (in my head again) about Lord of the Rings after movies came out and that was a lot like how I imagined it would be. So beautiful- I could just move into that scene and live there happily. You did such a great job of bringing that beautiful space to life. The end was a little frightning. However, I'm a huge fan of Dave and Fiaran so I CANNOT wait to see where their story goes. |
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| Verity | Apr 17 2008, 07:49 AM Post #14 |
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I do wonder what that dream means. I noticed that one of those black birds popped up in it. I'd say that Dave is hopelessly in love with Fiaran. I hope he hooks up with her soon, poor guy. The part with David Ellefson teasing him made me laugh. And it seems so peaceful and soooooo sweet Dave curling up with Lord of the Rings. I like it that he takes those books with him on tour. It would be like me taking Anne of Green Gables, or The Golden Road I also like that Marty Friedman is in this Hell yeah!!!!Mustaine, Ellefson, Mary Friedman, and Nick Menza were my favorite Megadeth line up kick ass!!!
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| Lucifer's Angel | Apr 17 2008, 08:06 AM Post #15 |
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I'm in a good mood, so here's another chapter for you ladies Chapter 6 David looked on, concerned as Dave drank his fourth cup of coffee that morning. He could hear him squirming in bed, breathing heavily. Something's really bothering him, this is not good. I doubt he's slept at all in the last few days. If he doesn't get any sleep, he's gonna pass out on us,, he thought, walking over to him. Dave gulped down his coffee, black with only a bit of sugar. His eyes drooped with exhaustion, but his hands shook and his heart pounded with too much caffeine. "What is it, Junior?", he muttered. "No offense Dave, but you look like shit. I don't think you've gotten any sleep lately. What's wrong?", he asked, putting a hand on his shoulder. Dave sighed, setting down his cup. "Nothing gets past you, Junior. I don't wanna talk here. Let's get something to eat. There's nothing on the bus", he joked. Half an hour later, they were seated in a booth in a diner. It was weekday afternoon, so the place was half-full, except for a few drunks and some old people. A middle-aged waitress with a cap perched on her gray beehive approached them. "You boys want anything to drink?", she asked, speaking with a heavy Texas accent. "Yeah, two iced teas, ma'am. And two cheeseburger platters", said David politely. She wrote down the order and walked towards the kitchen. "Dave, what's the matter?", he asked. "Junior, don't tell anyone. A few weeks ago, I was taking a walk and I wound up at Ulrich's house. His kid invited me for coffee, so I went in. The most beautiful girl in the world comes over to me, she's their houseguest. Damn she was gorgeous. I couldn't help it, I kissed her, and I've had her on my mind ever since", he said, as the waitress brought their food. David chewed on a French fry thoughtfully. Wow, I never heard Dave speak about a girl like that. She must really be special, he mused. Dave took a sip of his iced tea and bite of his burger. "You know what, Junior? I keep having this dream about her. I'm lying in a meadow, and I follow a path into the woods. I walk for about an hour until I come to a brook. She's standing by a tree, and damn is she gorgeous. We start making out, and then this black bird shows up. What the fuck is that all about?", he muttered. David wiped his mouth with a napkin, a thoughtful expression on his face. "Wow, that's one heck of a dream. You must really like this girl", he said. He sighed. "I think so too, Junior", he whispered. "After the tour, we can go to the house in Arizona and just chill. If you want, it'll be just us two, I'm sure Gretchen will understand", said David. "Good idea, Junior. But you can bring your girlfriend along, I don't mind. Maybe I do need to chill, we had the European tour before this with a week off before this tour started. Damn, I'm getting old", he chuckled weakly. "Nah, we deserve a break. Just try to sleep at night, we don't want you to pass out onstage", said David, as they finished their food. |
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