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I cannot express how much the show Willow means to me. I started it with little interest and no expectation, and yet, by the finale episode I had completely fallen in love with every aspect of the series.

The characters, each beautifully flawed and so much more than they first appear to be in episode one. Each undergo wonderful growth throughout the show, and yet there is so much still left to learn about each them.

The story, so much more than good vs evil but also one of triumphing above one's past mistakes. Becoming more than what you were told to be.

The visuals...they are simply stunning. Episode 7 in particular has some of the best cinematography I have seen in a series or film ever.

Furthermore, the series is simply, fun. It knows when to dial up the drama and emotion, and when to let itself be silly. A perfect balance of comedy and seriousness that, in my opinion, is lacking in many recent fantasy series.

If you haven't already, give Willow a watch. It deserves more appreciation!

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Willow TV Show fanfiction story

Part 8

Graydon

Galladoorn.

Le roi Hastur faisait les 100 pas dans la salle du trône. Préoccupé. Comment ? Quel plan allait-il pouvoir mettre en place afin de répondre aux attentes du Wyrm, lui apporter Willow et Elora ?

Lorsqu’un garde entra, affolé, essoufflé, impossible de s’exprimer clairement : Mon Seigneur…. Je…. Il… Le… Prrrrr…

Hastur s’énerva : Parle !!!!!! Où je te mets aux fers !!!!!!

Le jeune garde n’eut pas le temps de s’expliquer que les portes de la salle du trône s’ouvrirent brutalement, ébranlées par une violente bourrasque. Deux êtres entrèrent.

Le roi reconnut la voix masculine et se retourna aussitôt.

Graydon : Bonjour père.

A la vue de son fils, se tenant devant lui, Zivian, fut stupéfié. Il prit quelques secondes avant de pouvoir répondre.

Hastur : Tu es mort !!!!

Graydon : Ho non je suis bien vivant, père, et plus puissant que jamais.

Son fils n’était plus le même. D’une personne effacée, manquant entièrement de courage et de confiance, Zivian avait devant lui, un être au regard obscur et maléfique. Tout vêtu de noir, les cheveux en arrière. Graydon portait un tallcoat gothique brodé avec des soieries, le col relevé, un gilet de satin noir et une chemise rouge sang. Des boutons dorés représentaient le sigle du Wyrm. Un pantalon de cuir noir, des bottes jusqu’aux genoux.

A ses côtés, Dark Elora, aux cheveux courts, oranges, vêtue d’une combinaison de cuir, noire, échancrée, ajustée, dessinant parfaitement les courbes de son corps. Elle avait le regard sombre, pernicieux, tout indiquait dans ses yeux, la froideur, le désespoir, les ténèbres et la haine.

Hastur : Non. Tu n’es pas mon...

Graydon : C’est ainsi, que vous accueillez le retour de votre fils. Ne suis-je pas devenu ce que vous vouliez que je sois !!!!!

Hastur : Ce que je voulais de toi, c’est que tu me donnes un héritier à Tir Asleen afin de me rendre ce que tu m’as enlevé !!!!!

Le rire sarcastique de Grayon raisonna dans la salle du trône, glaçant l’atmosphère et figeant de terreur le roi.

Graydon : Dermot, le fils prodige, l’héritier du trône, celui qui était voué à gouverner Galladoorn et Tir Asleen.

Graydon s’écria : Ce n’était qu’un faible !!!! Refusant les combats et les armes !!!!

Il s’exprimait avec un sourire diabolique : Ce fut si facile pour moi de le balancer de l’arbre. J’ai utilisé sa faiblesse, la confiance qu’il avait en moi.

Zivian ne put contenir sa colère et se jeta sur son fils afin de le frapper mais Graydon le propulsa contre le siège du trône, d’un éclaire rouge surgissant de sa main. Hastur s’écroula. Grayon se rapprocha de lui.

Graydon : Toute ma vie vous n’avez fait que me discréditer, m’humilier. Je n’étais pas le fils digne de porter le nom des Hastur. Je n’étais qu’une honte pour vous. Regardez-moi !!!

Il prit le visage de son père entre ses mains l’obligeant à le fixer droit dans les yeux et s’écria : Regardez-moi !!!! Je suis le résultat de vos attentes !!!!

A ce moment là, la reine Arianna, informée du retour de son fils, entra dans la salle.

Arianna : Graydon, mon fils, vous êtes vivant.

Heureuse de le retrouver, elle accourut vers lui.

Surpris, Graydon eut un geste d’hésitation et laissa sa mère le prendre dans ses bras. Mais Dark Elora, s’apercevant du changement, s’adressa aussitôt au jeune homme.

Dark Elora : Graydon, reste à mes côtés. Comment peux-tu oublier ce qu’ils t’ont fait ! Le sacrifice de ton corps, de ton âme !

La rage, la colère l’envahirent de nouveau et il repoussa sa mère toute affolée.

Arianna s’adressa à Dark Elora : Qui êtes-vous, qu’avez-vous fait à mon fils !

Dark Elora : Je suis… Votre impératrice Elora Danan (dit-elle sur un ton sarcastique) Votre fils s’est juste libéré de toutes ses peurs, il a tout simplement compris qui il pouvait être réellement. Je n’ai fait que terminer ce que vous aviez commencé à sa naissance.

Arianna, interloquée, perdue : Vous… Elora Danan… L’impératrice !!! De quoi parlez-vous !

Dark Elora s’adressa à Zivian : Vous ne lui avait rien dit, mon roi.

Hastur : Vous n’êtes pas Elora Danan.

Graydon : Mère, laissez-moi vous raconter.

Il existe dans les catacombes de notre château, une pièce dédiée aux sacrifices de l’Ordre du Wyrm. Le jour de ma naissance, mon cher père, me mena en ce lieu et me posa sur un temple de pierre. Des prêtres, 6 en tout, cachés sous leurs tuniques à capuche gris anthracite, l’un d’eux me déposa dans un baptistère rempli du vermiscus et commença une incantation en Pnakotic. Ce fut ainsi, tous les ans, à la date de ma naissance, je subissais ce rituel ignoble.

Lorsque j’atteignis l’âge de 10 ans, ce que père me fit subir fut un véritable calvaire. Régulièrement il me mena dans cette pièce aux supplices, enchaîné sur cette dalle des tortures, bâillonné afin de ne pas être entendu, les prêtres marquèrent mon torse des incantations inscrites dans le Malatrium tout en les fredonnant à haute voix.

Je suppliais père d’arrêter tout cela. Je pleurais. Je me mettais à genoux. Mais il ne m’écoutait pas. Il me traitait telle une offrande.

Les soirs, seul, dans ma chambre, j’implorais la mort de venir me chercher pour mettre un terme à toute cette abomination. J’étais sujet à des visions me représentant comme une personne démoniaque, assassin, voire diabolique. La seule force qui m’a permis de tenir fut votre amour, mère. Cet amour que vous me procuriez chaque jour. Je ne savais plus qui j’étais. Je sentais ce pouvoir, cette force grandir en moi. Me rendre invulnérable, puissant.

Puis vint cet instant maudit, où je poussai mon frère de cet arbre. Ce jour où je ressenti toute cette force et cette satisfaction de mon geste. Ce jour où je n’eus aucun remords.

Ce jour là, père me mena pour la dernière fois dans cet enfer. Il expliqua aux prêtes ce que je venais de faire subir à mon frère. De nouveau, enchaîné, bâillonné. Cette fois-ci, les prêtes firent une incantation afin de mettre en sommeil toute cette puissance qui grandissait en moi.

Mais lorsque je fut contaminé par le Lich et que Willow et Elora utilisèrent le Malatrium pour me libérer, des flashs de ces instants de tortures me virent à l’esprit. Je mettais cela sur la peur, le manque de courage, le faible que j’étais. Tout au long de cette quête pour sauver le prince, j’écoutais les enseignements de Willow à Elora. J’apprenais. Petit à petit je sentais toute cette magie s’éveiller, m’enivrer d’un intense pouvoir. Lors de mon sacrifice pour sauver Elora…

Dark Elora : L’autre Elora, la gentille pas moi.

Graydon : Tout me revint, tout ce que père m’avait fait subir. Tous ces cauchemars n’étaient en fait que mon passé. Un passé dissimulé par la magie mais que le Wyrm avait enfin libéré. Je compris qui j’étais réellement. Le Wyrm m’avais libéré de toutes mes peurs et croyances. Toute une vie de mensonge. Il me permit de découvrir ma nouvelle vérité. Mes peurs et les choix que j’avais faits.

Arianna était toute abasourdie par ses révélations : Zivian, je t’en prie, dis-moi que c’est faux.

Hastur : Tout ce que j’ai fait, je l’ai fait pour notre famille !!!!

Graydon : Faux !!!! Vous ne l’avez fait que pour le pouvoir. Vous êtes tellement assoiffé de pouvoir que vous n’avez pas hésité à vendre vos fils !!!!!

Dans sa fureur, Graydon attaqua son père avec des éclairs sortis de ses mains. Voyant son mari se faire torturer par son fils et toute cette animosité qui vibrait dans le regard du jeune prince, Arianna essaya de le ramener à la raison.

Arianna : Graydon, je t’en prie !!!! Arrête !!!!

Mais il ne l’écoutait pas.

Elle radoucit le ton de sa voix : Graydon, mon fils, je t’en prie.

Le jeune prince se retourna, vit le visage apeuré de sa mère et laissa son père, à moitié abattu par la force de frappe qu’il venait de subir. Le roi trouva la force pour appeler les gardes.

Hastur : Gardes !!!! A l’aide !!!!

D’un simple geste, Dark Elora, fit apparaître the Scourge, the Doom and the Lich accompagnés des Death dogs.

Les gardes entrèrent, un combat s’amorça contre les sbires d’Elora. Un affrontement meurtrier et épouvantable. Chacun des chevaliers de la garde périssaient sous les armes des Gales et les attaques des Death dogs. Les cadavres jonchaient le sol de la salle du trône. Des corps transpercés, déchiquetés, démembrés, décapités, le sang des morts s’écoulait sur le sol. Cet affrontement vit la défaite des chevaliers de Galladoorn et la victoire des Gales.

Graydon : Seriez-vous prêt à sacrifier tous vos hommes.

Zivian resta silencieux.

Graydon : Je te laisse la vie sauve, pour l’instant. Ramènes-nous le sorcier et l’Impératrice et je déciderai de ton sort. Désormais Galladoorn m’appartient.

*******

Assis sur le trône de Galladoorn, Graydon se concentrait, les yeux fermés, ralentissant sa respiration. D’un seul coup il les ouvrit, brusquement et prononça le nom d’Elora.

Au même instant, la jeune impératrice, aux côtés de Willow pour parfaire son entraînement à la magie, eut la vison du visage de Graydon et tomba, déstabilisée.

Elora : Graydon.

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WILLOW FANFIC STORY

THE PART 10

THE BEGNINNING OF THE WAR

A thick, menacing fog thickened, enveloping everything in its obscure veil. In the midst of this dense mist, an evil presence was gradually revealing itself. The Shadow of Bavmorda emerged, revealing a face of great blackness, without soul or compassion, its eyes dark. The blackness of her soul gave off an aura of malice and perfidy. She advanced slowly, her gait imbued with arrogant confidence, her smile unhealthy.

She spoke, coldly, in a whisper: "Kit... My child, join me. You are bound to me by the blood of the Six that flows in your veins. I'll show you the extent of your power. Your destiny is far greater than you know."

Kit woke up abruptly, breathing hard, instinctively seeking Jade's comforting presence at her side. But her heart clenched painfully as she discovered an empty space.

Anger welled up inside her, mingling with the lingering fear of the nightmare that tormented her. She saw the necklace lying on the bed beside her. She retrieved it, clutched it tightly in her hand until it bled and cried out.

"Jade, no !!!!

Tumultuous emotions surged through her. She felt overwhelmed by the fear of abandonment and betrayal. The wound caused by Jade's gesture was deep. Kit felt bruised in the soul.

She got up and dressed in a hurry. Just as she was about to leave, her brother burst into the room and slammed her against the wall.

Putting his hand over her mouth, she had no time to react or lash out at him.

Airk: Don't shout. Okay !

Knowing his sister, she struggled and pushed him away.

Kit: What's the matter with you!

The young prince took a quick look around and when he saw Jade's bed unmade, he couldn't help teasing his sister.

Airk : You've had an excellent night.

The young princess gave him a cold, disillusioned look. This was neither the time nor the place for such jokes. Overwhelmed by Jade's absence, she fought back tears as she clutched in her wounded hand the necklace whose value had just been shattered.

Kit: What... No... Nothing happened... And then stop! How do you know I'm here!!!

Airk: You think I didn't know about your little nocturnal escapades? This tension between you two. Finally, it's about time you accepted your feelings for Jade. We'll have to talk about it, but right now…

Kit: I don't have to talk about it with you.

Suddenly, cries of pain echoed outside. Kit wanted to get out, but her brother held her back.

His attitude was incomprehensible. He was fidgeting, preoccupied, expressing himself without calming down.

Airk: Listen to me carefully. We're under siege.

Kit: What!!! Mom, we've got to help her!

When Airk saw the outfit his sister was wearing, the one from his nightmares, the terrible images that haunted his nights were superimposed and suddenly his throat and stomach knotted, followed by tremors throughout his body.

Kit: What's wrong with you?

Airk: I'll take care of Mom. I'll get her away from Tir Asleen. There are too many of them. We can't fight them alone. You go to the Bone Reavers and find her.

Kit: She abandoned me!

Kit's voice broke.

The young prince laid a compassionate hand on his sister's shoulder, sensing her pain and distress. He could see the pain in her eyes, caused by Jade's absence. He tried to comfort her.

Airk : No, believe me. She hasn't abandoned you. She... Sometimes duty forces us to make difficult choices. Don't let fear cloud the love that unites you. Come away with me.

He suddenly took her by the arm and led her running to the stables, which had not yet been taken by storm.

He took his horse, a handsome stallion with a shiny black coat, and gave it to his sister:

"Here, go with Midnight and don't look back. Whatever happens."

He gave her their father's sword, which he had hidden in one of the stalls.

Airk: Take it, I got it from the weapons room. I know how much it means to you.

Kit was a little confused by her brother's behavior and didn't quite understand his actions.

Kit: Airk... What are you going to do? I'm staying with you…

He lost his temper with his sister. He'd never acted like this towards her before.

Airk: For once in your life, do what I ask. Go away!

He struck Midnight so hard that the latter galloped away.

With his sister finally out of the way, the young prince spoke to himself: "I'm going to fix everything, little sister. I'm going to save Mom, I'm going to save you and our kingdom. That's what a great king must do. Go and find her. She loves you as much as you love her. Your love is powerful."

*******

Airk had not been able to give the real reasons why Jade had left. Honoring the promise he had made to the young knight during their last discussion before she left. Knowing his sister, she would have exploded in anger and acted on impulse.

That day, Jade was training in the same place where she used to do it with Ballantine. The straw dummy was still there, worn and unusable, but the young knight refused to remove it. It reminded her of all the lessons her mentor had taught her and how to channel her anger for battle. But today, she was angry with the whole world. She felt so devastated and helpless. Ballantine's absence created a huge void in the kingdom and in her heart.

She remembered all those moments spent by his side, his wise words, his attentive listening. All the times he had comforted her, supported her in her choices. All she had left were her memories and that place with that straw puppet. She couldn't hold back her tears, a mixture of rage and sadness.

The kingdom had lost a great man, a guide and protector. But for Jade, he was her father figure, her pillar. She expected to see him storming into the stables, as he had all too often done when she was a child.

It was her duty to honor his memory by continuing to draw on the values and wisdom he had passed on to her. But there was a dilemma.

When Airk arrived, he hesitated for a moment before starting the conversation, unsure of what to say, not wanting to hurt her any more than she already was.

Airk: I'm sorry.

Jade : I'm fine, Your Royal Highness.

Airk raised an index finger as he approached Jade : Actually, Airk, I'll be fine too. Especially since you're going to be part of our family.

The girl glowered at him.

Airk: Well, I admit it's a bit premature. But…

Jade: Please, stop.

Airk: Why do you refuse to simply express your emotions? You've lived your life camouflaging your love. I still remember our conversations as if they'd taken place the day before. Why do you forbid yourself to live this love to the full?

Jade: You don't understand! You're royal blood destined to rule and I... I don't even belong to Tir Asleen. You represent everything my family stands for and I... I represent the enemy of your kingdom. Where does my love fit into all this?

Airk: You've always been there for my sister, protecting her, putting up with her moods, and believe me, that's not easy. Don't forget, you gave up your dreams to follow her and guide them all to The Immemorial City to save me. You have as much a place in this kingdom as your love.

Jade: I only did my duty.

Airk: Oh, no, you've done much more than that. I know it's complicated for you right now. Don't you think you're entitled, even for a few moments, to live fully what you want?

Jade: I can't. What happens if I give in? And with all due respect, Your Highness, you're in no position to give love advice.

Airk: I must say, you're not far wrong.

The young prince stopped joking and took on a much more serious air.

Airk : What are you not telling me?

Jade didn't answer and turned her back to him. The young man had no choice but to insist, forcing his friend to answer.

Airk : Knight, your prince has given you an order.

Jade turned and looked him straight in the eye.

Jade: I must leave Tir Asleen. I must understand who I am, discover my past, my family. Know who my father was, learn who my sister is, who the Bone Reavers are. I know it will break Kit's heart, but I have no choice. And... that's not all. I have to convince them to join our cause. Kit can't know.

Airk kept gesticulating: Kit this, Kit that, breaking Kit's heart, and your heart, Jade, who's going to pick up the pieces of your heart.

The young man approached and placed his hands on the young knight's shoulders.

Airk: It's not the prince talking to you, but your friend. I promise I won't tell her. It won't be the first time I've made you this promise (he said, smiling). But this time I'm asking you for something in return. Promise me you'll let yourself be carried away by your feelings, without thinking about the aftermath. Don't choose this suffering over your love. This place has become your home. You're as much a Bone Reaver as you are a Knight of Tir Asleen.

Jade: I'll leave tonight. Be there for her when she discovers I'm gone.

*******

Demons, The Wyrm's henchmen, were rising, their sinister silhouettes silhouetted in the darkness that pervaded Tir Asleen's surroundings. Their red eyes shone with an evil glow as they let out demonic roars that seemed to make the Cherlindrea barrier tremble and give way.

Sorsha's guard hurried into the room, his face flushed with concern. "Your Majesty, we're under siege! You must flee, there's no time to lose!" he cried, trying to convince her.

Sorsha leapt to her feet, her mind on the alert, and declared in a determined voice: "I will not flee. I will defend Tir Asleen at the risk of my life. Who's attacking us!!!"

The guard didn't expect another reaction from his queen, knowing that she was a fighter, ready to defend her kingdom and all those she loved. He hesitated before replying. "Sir Hastur, my queen, surrounded by an army of demons."

As Sorcha processed this terrible revelation, a deep sadness came over her. How could he have betrayed their long-standing friendship and alliance? The queen felt bitter at the betrayal, but she had to concentrate on her defense strategy. She couldn't let her emotions overwhelm her. Her kingdom was in danger.

Demons were rising from all sides, sowing chaos and destruction in their wake. The sky, once lit by the glow of stars and moon, was now darkened by the black clouds that seemed to be descending on the royal city.

The streets of Tir Asleen were in chaos, houses burning and cries of despair filling the air. Inhabitants were desperate to escape the violence befalling their former haven of peace.

The battles were fierce, the monstrous creatures seemed innumerable, a raging force that knew neither fatigue nor pity. Every corner of the long-flowered city was the scene of a bloody battle, witness to the bloodshed.

As the attacks continued, hope seemed to flicker. Yet the hearts of those who defended Tir Asleen never wavered. They drew strength from their love for their kingdom, their family and their queen.

Arrows flew through the air, mingling with the flames spewed by monsters from the underworld. The fury of war was unleashed, the cries of demons and the clash of weapons echoing through the air like an evil concert.

At the center of this inferno, King Hastur stood at the side of his knights, knowing that the outcome of this battle would determine his future. He cried out with such violence that his men trembled. "Find the Empress and bring her to me!!!, I'll get the Queen!!!"

His guards scattered in search of Elora.

Hastur was determined to gain control of Tir Asleen. His plans had failed. He would not fail, he would see his ambitions through to the end. He had waited too long for this moment.

Under his ruthless leadership, his men searched every street, every nook and cranny, sowing fear and corpses at every turn.

Airk made his way to the palace's weapons room, his thoughts intermingling with one another, his mother, his sister, his father, as well as his emotions, fear, courage. Among the gleaming weapons and shields was a suit of royal armor his father had made especially for him. It was magnificent. The breastplate was intricately decorated with the symbols of Tir Asleen and the royal family. Finely chased silver leaves ran along the edges, representing the growth and prosperity of the kingdom. The shoulder pads were meticulously carved, imitating the shape of an eagle's wings, in homage to freedom. Rosette motifs adorned the metal. In the center of the chest, Tir Asleen's gold emblem, the silver helmet, represented the head of an eagle with a visor decorated with precious stones, as if to symbolize the gaze of the royal bird.

The young prince contemplated the tack with emotion, remembering Madmartigan's last words in this place. He was just a child then, unaware that this would be the last time he would see his father. "My son, this armor will be yours. But you must wear it only when you feel worthy of it, when you are ready to assume your responsibilities as a future king, to protect your kingdom and your subjects."

The time had come for Airk to be the prince the whole kingdom had been waiting for, to prove his worth and fight for his family, for his heritage. Doubt crept into his mind. Would the knights follow him? With determination, he grabbed the armor and put it on. It fitted his body perfectly. Long forgotten, it had become the symbol of his devotion to Tir Asleen. It had become the armor of a prince ready to face the enemy. He was ready to prove himself worthy of his title and his people.

As he prepared to face the dangers that awaited him on the battlefield, Airk felt a deep desire to have his father by his side, to guide him in his decisions. It was as if, by putting on this armor, he felt connected to Madmartigan and sensed his presence, courage and strength.

He threw himself into the battle, feeling his father's mental strength invade him, protecting him and overcoming his fears. Determined to save his mother, he fought his way through the demons. The sharp blade of his sword, forged from steel of exceptional quality, gleamed in the glow of the demonic flames. Every blow the young prince struck demonstrated his skill and agility as a warrior. Airk fought with fervor. He dodged demonic attacks, weaving in and out of enemy ranks.

The Pacalcade knights froze for a moment, having never seen this armor before and unaware of who lurked beneath. But when one of them heard the prince's voice calling for him to join in the rescue of the queen, the news quickly spread across the battlefield.

"It's the Prince !!!! The prince is with us !!!!"

Suddenly, as Airk would never have expected, the knights rallied to his side, forming a united force. The young prince, surrounded by his loyal defenders, amid shouts and clashing swords, made his way to the palace.

The small group, led by Airk, made their way up the stairs and through the darkened corridors. After a fierce struggle, they reached the throne room, where Sorsha was battling demons with the help of her guards.

In the grip of a powerful rage, the young prince, followed by his men, engaged in an epic duel, steel against claw. In the end, they succeeded in defeating the monsters of darkness.

Airk approached his mother, ready to fight him: "Mother, it's me, it's Airk!!!" He lifted the visor of his helmet.

Sorsha was weakened, but her stunned face lit up at the sight of her son.

Airk: Mother, we must go !!!! We cannot save Tir Asleen.

Sorsha: Kit, my daughter, where is your sister!!!

Airk: She's not in the kingdom. I... I sent her to the Bone Reavers.

Sorsha didn't hide her astonishment, but felt reassured that her daughter was safe.

Airk: We'll talk about it later. We've got to go!!!

Just as they were about to leave, the large door suddenly opened, revealing Hastur accompanied by his guards. His furious, feuding gaze fell on Sorsha.

The queen stood up proudly without flinching or showing the slightest sign of fear.

Silence settled over the room, heavy, oppressive. Everyone was waiting. They stared at each other.

Sorsha faced Hastur, her former ally now an enemy working for The Wyrm. Disappointment and sadness mingled on her face as she stood, sword in hand, ready to confront him. The king advanced with a reassured step, his eyes once filled with friendship, now fixed on the queen with coldness and ambition. She blamed herself terribly for not having foreseen her former friend's action. For not having prepared her domain for this eventuality. She who was ready to force her daughter into an arranged marriage with the son of this traitor to unite their two monarchies.

Anger burned in her veins. How could she have been so blind? How could she have agreed to sacrifice her daughter's freedom for this sordid alliance?

The desire to seize the throne of Tir Asleen had corrupted the once noble mind of the King of Galladoorn.

Sorsha : Your thirst for power is blinding you, Zivian. To think I was ready to give you my daughter. I trusted you.

Hastur: This marriage was of little importance - all I wanted was an heir. As soon as their union was consummated and the child born, your daughter would have had a terrible accident that would have cost her life!

At the sound of these words, Airk couldn't contain his rage and lunged at the king, ordering his knights to do nothing. This fight was between him and the king. Hastur did the same with his guards.

The throne room became the scene of an epic duel between Sorsha, Airk and Hastur.

Swords clashed. The young prince fought fiercely, his movements guided by anger and a thirst for vengeance for his sister. Sorsha fought with grace and agility, showing Hastur that she was not just a queen but a fighter. The self-hatred of having been ready to send her daughter to her death, fueled her aggression and her movements.

Hastur's ferocity was unrivalled, but Airk's determination and Sorsha's strength were superior.

Mother and son fought as one heart, one soul. They were no longer two rulers fighting, but the symbol of resistance against treachery and darkness.

Unfortunately, Hastur managed to wound Airk, but overcome by rage, he continued to fight, ignoring the pain.

Finally, in a final burst of violence, the queen and prince struck a final blow that sent the traitor stumbling. Hastur on the ground, the young man in the grip of the fury and vengeance of their last confrontation in this place, was ready to end it all, the blade of his sword against the fallen king's throat. But Sorsha interrupted him.

Sorsha : My son! Let's not sink into cruelty. We're not like him.

Airk turned away from Hastur reluctantly, but he understood the wisdom of his mother's words.

Suddenly, a loud noise echoed through the palace corridors, startling the queen, her son and the men in the room. Hastur wore a cynical smile. A shiver of apprehension ran through the room as everyone wondered what was going on. Everyone prepared to face this new threat, but their queen gave the order to leave.

As they left the throne room, Sorsha couldn't help wondering how Hastur and the demons had managed to break through Cherlindrea's barrier. In the corridors, the answer came when Airk and his mother saw the demonic glances of Graydon and Elora in the distance.

Horribly shocked by what they saw. Graydon alive, Darth Elora so different, could not have been the instigators of this attack.

Airk's heart sank as he saw his ex-lover turned entirely to darkness. It couldn't be. Elora was so bright, so full of love and hope.

He murmured to himself sadly, "Elora... How…"

He wanted to run to her, but his mother stopped him, "No, she chose her own path."

Sorsha was terribly distraught by this Elora, lost in the darkness, this child she had protected so much all these years, to the detriment of her children and her husband. How and where had she failed in her duty?

Heartbroken, Airk took one last look at the Empress before looking away.

Betrayal was everywhere, and the threat far greater than they had imagined.

As she left, Sorsha ordered the soldiers to evacuate, taking the inhabitants with them.

The queen and her son left the kingdom with their men. Now they had to find somewhere to take refuge and look after the young prince.

They turned one last time to see Tir Asleen sinking into darkness.

Sorsha: We will take back our kingdom, my son. We will save our world.

Airk: How mother. Elora is…

His voice broke.

Both knew they would have to gather their forces and find trustworthy allies. Evil had already spread to Andowyne.

Sorsha spoke to herself, thinking of her worried friend, "Where are you, Willow?

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WILLOW FANFIC

PART 9

THE SECRET OATH OF TIR ASLEEN

Elora: Willow... Graydon's alive. I know it, I feel it. You feel it too, don't you. I must help him.

Willow hesitated before answering: If that were the case, and I doubt it very much, he's no longer the man you knew, infected by The Wyrm. You've seen his effects on Ballantine, Merrick and... Airk, Graydon... He doesn't have the strength to fight.

Elora: That's why I have to help him. If there's even a glimmer of hope, then I've got to do it. We've got to get back to Tir Asleen.

Willow approached the young Empress and took her face in his hands: "You're not ready. Until you accept who you are, you won't be able to master the magic that lives inside you.

Elora begged: "When I looked through the light, believing I'd find Graydon's body, all I saw was an apocalyptic world in flames and ashes. I won't let The Wyrm destroy our world. I've defeated The Crone, I'll defeat The Wyrm. But I need you. I'm begging you.

Mims joined them at that very moment.

Mims: I'll go with you, Elora.

Willow got angry: No, Mims. It's out of the question!

Mims raised her voice: I will, Popa. I'll follow our Empress. She'll need all of us. She can't do it alone. We need to assemble an army to fight alongside her. Whether you like it or not, I'll be part of that army. Tir Asleen needs us. You feel it, as does Elora, The Wyrm is growing in power.

Willow stared at the young Empress, who implored her with her eyes.

Willow: My place is by your side. How can I help you without my magic ?

Elora: Willow, as you've always told me, magic is inside you, you just have to believe in it.

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Airk went to the castle library in the hope of finding answers to his questions. All the mysteries his mother had kept from him. Ever since he'd been under the Wyrm's spell, a change had taken place in him. A change that made him want to know the truth about his family and his past. King Hastur's words and Elora's never ceased to torment his mind. Ever since he'd returned home, he'd been haunted by horrible nightmares in which he heard The Crone's voice over and over again, saw Lili's face, the fight with his sister, the king he could have been and all the power that had inhabited him without any sense of fear or weakness. But what oppressed and frightened him most was the vision of that confrontation in which Kit succumbed. He could never see her assailant. He was terrified. Every night he dreaded falling asleep and seeing those horrible images of his sister, inert, dressed all in black, a tunic protected by a cuirass, leather gloves covering her hands up to the elbows, pants over which waders, a hood and a mask enveloping her face. He had refused to tell his mother. As for Willow and Elora, the only one who could possibly help him were no longer at Tir Asleen. He had to save his sister by any means necessary, even if it meant sacrificing his life.

The place was rather gloomy and dusty. It had been many moons since anyone had ventured into this almost forgotten place. Hundreds of books on shelves and others lying loose on a wooden table. The library, reading, was not the young prince's first passion. How was he going to find the grimoire he was looking for?

He faced the bookshelf and sighed : « Come on, Airk, get started ».

He'd been searching for hours, throwing all kinds of manuscripts on the floor: cooking recipes, astronomy, astrology, herbal medicine, naturopathy, but nothing about his family or Tir Asleen.

In a sudden fit of terrible anger, the young prince threw all the books on the table aside with a wave of his hand. He had to get hold of this manuscript at all costs - it might be the only way to save his sister.

Suddenly, he noticed a locked drawer. He tried to pry the lock off with his hand, but to no avail. Examining every nook and cranny of the room, he found nothing. Annoyed, he picked up a paperweight and struck as hard as he could. Mad with rage, he swung the object, which shattered against the wall and released a silver cleaver resembling a key. He grabbed it and opened the drawer.

Inside was a magnificent leather-covered grimoire bearing the symbol of royalty: the Tree of Life within a circle of lilies of peace surrounded by an octagon, entitled: The Secret Oath of Tir Asleen. The manuscript was closed by a lock, which he pushed aside, revealing its buried secrets. Calligraphic gold scrolls recounting the history of the Tanthalos family and Tir Asleen. Airk leafed through the grimoire and plunged into the past.

*******

Tir Asleen was a magnificent, prosperous kingdom of peace and plenty, the most powerful in Andowyne, with rich farmlands and ruled for many moons by benevolent monarchs. Renowned for its hospitality, anyone could find shelter here. Renowned for its rich culture and teachings, many sorcerers studied in the castle's library. It was here that Fin Raziel and Bavmorda learned magic alongside Cherlindrea.

Mikal Tanthalos, son of Tanthalos VIII, was the last king of Tir Asleen. A man of culture, arts and letters, he was renowned for his greatness of spirit, kindness, compassion and generosity. He was a king who always strived to do what was right. But all that changed with the arrival of Bavmorda.

A child prodigy, curious and intelligent, she assimilated magic so incredibly well that she earned the respect of Cherlindrea. Everyone saw her as a child of Heaven, the chosen one who would bring peace to the whole universe. But Bavmorda was destined for an altogether different destiny. When she came into the world, many creatures of the night surrounded her mother and witnessed her birth. This child had been conceived by darkness.

One evening, while she was in the castle library, the Malatrium, a grimoire containing incantations of evil sorcery, appeared to her. She began to study this forbidden magic, and the more she immersed herself in it, the darker her soul and heart became, and the darkness flowed through her veins. Not only did she feed on Malatrium, but this dangerous magic also fed on Bavmorda.

Over the years, she became such a powerful evil witch that she attracted the interest of the nascent Order of the Wyrm, who rallied her to their cause. The day she pledged allegiance to this sect, Bavmorda turned definitively to the dark side. She used her dark magic to destroy the parents of Mikal, sole heir to the throne of Tir Asleen. The young prince, under Bavmorda's spell, eventually married her.

She seized the throne and ushered in an era of violence and bloodshed. When her daughter Sorsha was born, she left Tir Asleen, taking her child with her and trapping her husband and all the inhabitants in blocks of ice. She settled in the volcanic fortress of Nockmaar, from where she continued her reign of terror.

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Airk had grown up in a golden bubble in which his family's darkest secrets could never reach him. But today, everything that had been buried and forgotten had been revealed to him. The young prince was discovering a side of his mother he'd never imagined existed. He had been raised and educated by a person with a dark past, acting alongside the most evil witch with the sole aim of destroying the young Elora. The same Elora she was now protecting. It was all lies and deceit. Anger overwhelmed him.

He continued to peruse the grimoire and understood one of the reasons why Tir Asleen was so coveted. The Tree of Life was not only the emblem of the Tanthalos family's royalty, it was the very essence of the magic that shaped Cherlindea's The Wand. Whoever owned Tir Asleen owned magic.

Bavmorda's presence in these parts, fanned by the dark world using magic to fulfill its evil ambitions, blackened the roots of the Tree of Life and awakened the Malatrium awaiting her coming. Her greed and thirst for power fed it a little more with each use.

The Malatrium was a manuscript with a cover made of Satyr skin, containing the incantations of a forgotten magic, too dangerous to be practiced. Anyone who allowed themselves to be seduced by this forbidden magic fell under the spell of the Malatrium, which fueled envy, power, domination and darkness. It was created by the Malevoiy, an ancient people of fairies who revelled in death and cruelty. In those ancient times, the Malevoiy ruled the world until the Daikinis drove them from Nockmaar, but their spirits continued to haunt the place, awaiting their return to restore their glory.

Flipping through this sinister part of his family's grimoire, the pages darkened as did the calligraphy. Airk felt a chill run through his body. The young prince learned that, between them, Willow and Elora had used this forbidden magic to save Graydon.

Airk : Elora, no you didn't.

It's as if the manuscript had woken up and was filling itself with the adventures of his family and all that related to it. From his kidnapping to his release. It was all there. The last empty page slowly took shape before his eyes. What it revealed filled him with terror. The grimoire had just reproduced his abominable nightmare, his sister inert, succumbing to the attacks of her assailant hidden in the shadows.

Airk brutally closed the manuscript to chase away those awful images. His family had a direct link with The Wyrm. Perhaps the magic that ran in his grandmother's veins could also live in him and his sister. Perhaps he simply had to awaken it.

He needed the Malatrium to save his sister.

He had to return to Nockmaar.

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When streaming killed cinema

When streaming killed cinema,

John Kasdan had promised a season 2, indicating that Willow was not canceled but hatus. He even wanted to bring back Val Kilmer. Now he agree to remove the series from Disney+. What are we to make of this ?

He has always said loud and clear that Willow was a childhood dream and that he was determined to finish its 3 seasons and even make it into a movie. He started working on this project in 2017. He wrote the character of Jade for Erin Kellyman when they met on the set of the film: Solo A Star Wars Story. A film he directed with his father.

Willow, the series, was full of hope for an entire community and for many other people. It doesn't matter what community we belong to. It's a series full of positive messages. For the first time, we discover a queer princess. A princess unlike any Disney princess to date. We discover courageous, strong female characters who learn to discover and love each other awkwardly. For the first time, we discover a queer romance that's not sexualized, but romantic, that emerges as the story unfolds, and that everyone accepts and doesn't judge. Unlike all Disney tales, here it's not a prince who saves a princess, but the other way around.

Willow joins all those series whose end we'll never know: The romance between Kit and Jade, the romance between Elora and Grayon, Graydon's past and childhood. Will Airk live up to his father's legacy? Will Madmartigan find his daughter Kit? Is Dark Elora Elora, torn between good and evil, or is she the new Crone? So many unanswered questions. And leave wounded fans with an emptiness in their hearts.

When, in 2020, the whole world came to a standstill and we all found ourselves trapped in our own homes, deprived of our freedom and our loved ones because of COVID, streaming platforms exploded. Taking over the film market, but destroying it in the process. Production after production, quantity without quality. Responding to strong online demand. Making promise after promise. Such was their power that even the great actors signed up with Netflix and Disney to produce their films, which were no longer shown in cinemas, and continued to work in this way afterwards. Real cinema as we had known it began to die out step by step.

The world began to go out again, to live, but everything had changed, both the people and society. Step by step, we returned to the theaters, in search of the cinema of the pre-Covid era.

The platforms continued to want to own everything, like Disney, buying LucasFilms, Marvels and exploiting again and again a franchise that everyone adored, including an audience that grew up with it. Today, this franchise has lost its soul.

Productions have continued, but audiences have grown tired of the overexposure. Nowadays, platforms have become the "kings" of the film industry, calling the shots. Denigrating and destroying the work of an entire crew.

The entire Willow team spent 9 months filming in Wales. It was a tiring and testing shoot. They all gave their all to their roles. Not to mention the month-long boot camp. The costumers, who made beautiful costumes representative of each character. The sets, Kenneth, the fights, the special effects…

Today, nothing is respected any more, whether it's the work of an entire crew, the actors, the scriptwriters (without them, there'd be no story, no films and no series), or, most importantly, the subscribers, the fans. Who are left with the emptiness of losing their favorite characters, their story and living their adventures with them. It's like having a piece of their soul ripped away. But the stories will continue through everyone's fan fiction.

Many people expected this series, this romance, to see Warwick Davis back in the role of a lifetime.

Let's not forget, before they're actors, they're human beings.

No one should have to fight to be represented, listened to and continue to see their favorite series.

Today's cinema is not representative of society. It's shaped by money-hungry financiers.

If cinema were run by people who acted with their heart and soul, then many great stories would continue to exist and be created

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Willow - Starwars

Hi everyone,

For fun and pleasure, I’ve compared the Willow characters with those of Star Wars.

Willow : Yoda (He teaches magic to Elora just like Yoda teaches magic to Luke)

Elora : Luke Skywalker (She learns that she is the chosen one just like Luke learns that he is a Jedi)

Kit: Rey (Rey has both good and evil inside her. Granddaughter of Palpatine. Just like Kit whose grandmother is Bavmorda)

Jade: Ashoka Tanos (she is brought to Coruscant as a child to be trained as a Jedi. Jade is taken from her family to be raised as a knight)

Airk: Kylo Ren (turned to the dark side of the force and acting for the First Order. Until the day of his redemption when he saves Rey. Airk, goes to the dark side and acts for The Crone. Saved by Kit)

Sorsha : Leia Organa (Leia is a brave and strong woman, general of the Resistance, fighting against the First Order

Madmartigan : Han Solo (charming, brave, excellent leader of men but often arrogant, cynical. But he is a man with a great heart, who despite his way of being ends up joining the Resistance. Madmartigan will end up protecting Elora and Willow)

Boorman: Lando (smuggler who will join the Resistance. Boorman, a grave robber will help protect Kit, Jade, Elora, Willow)

Graydon: Finn (He is just trying to escape the First Order out of fear, but finds himself involved with the Resistance and will become an important figure in the Resistance. Graydon refuses to participate in the quest to save Airk. He is forced to by his father and becomes a great sorcerer)

General Kael: Darth Vader (Will turn to the dark side of the Force and become Palpatine's strong arm. His only reason is to save Padmé. Gael will become Bavmorda's weapon of choice to free his people from slavery. Bavmorda's Promise)

Bavmorda : Palpatine (Rey's grandfather. Trained on the dark side, his reason is to destroy all Jedi. Bavmorda, Kit's grandmother, acting for The Wyrm, her reason to destroy Elora)

Hi everyone,

Je me suis amusée, pour le plaisir, à comparer les personnages Willow avec Star Wars.

Willow : Yoda (Il enseigne la magie à Elora tout comme Yoda enseigne aux à Luke)

Elora : Luke Skywalker (Elle apprend qu’elle est l’élu tout comme Luke apprend qu’il est un Jedi)

Kit : Rey (Rey possède en elle le bien et le mal. Petite fille de Palpatine. Tout comme Kit dont sa grand-mère est devil)

Jade : Ashoka Tanos (elle est amenée dès l'enfance sur Coruscant afin d'être formée en tant que Jedi. Jade est enlevée à sa famille afin d’être élevée en tant que chevalier)

Airk : Kylo Ren (passé du côté obscur de la force et agissant pour le Premier Ordre. Jusqu’au jour de sa rédemption ou il sauvera Rey. Airk, sombre du côté obscur et agit pour The Crone. Sauvé par Kit)

Sorsha : Leia Organa (Leia est une femme courageuse et forte, générale de la résistance, luttant contre le Premier Ordre

Madmartigan : Han Solo (charmeur, courageux, excellent meneur d’hommes mais se montrant souvent arrogant, cynique. Mais c’est un homme au grand coeur, qui malgré sa façon d’être finit par rejoindre la résistance. Madmartigan finira par protéger Elora et Willow)

Boorman : Lando (contrebandier qui rejoindra la Résistance. Boorman, voleur de trésor aidera protégera Kit, Jade, Elora, Willow)

Graydon : Finn (Il cherche juste à fuir le Premier Ordre par peur, mais se retrouve impliqué malgré lui dans la Résistance et deviendra un personnage important pour la Résistance. Graydon refuse de participer à la quête pour sauver Airk. Il s’y voit obligé par son père et deviendra un grand sorcier)

Général Kael : Darth Vader ( Basculera du côté obscure de la Force et deviendra la bras armé de Palpatine. Son unique but étant de sauver Padmé. Gael deviendra la bras armé de Bavmorda dans l’unique but de libérer son peuple de l’esclavage. Promesse de Bavmorda)

Bavmorda : Palpatine (Grand père de Rey. Formé au côté obscure son but détruire tous les Jedis. Bavmorda, grand-mère de Kit, agissant pour The Wyrm, son but détruire Elora)

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#Save Willow #Renew Willow

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