Believing is Seeing

Believing Is Seeing
Flora Winters
I do not own Smallville or the Voyage of the Unicorn.
Summary: Sometimes believing is all one needs in order to see the impossible. This fiction will contain male/male parings and it will contain some very strong language here and there as well. I hope you all enjoy.

Chapter Four

Clark placed the dragon’s skull on a beautiful ornate cherry wood table. He just looked at it, wondering how they were going to get home now. They had the dragon. What were they supposed to do now?

“Books of ancient magic,” Bane said, gazing around the massive library with really big eyes.

Chloe was showing him how to eat his ice cream with a silver spoon. Lana laughed when he got the brain freeze. She was dying to touch his glossy black horns.

“We have the dragon,” Clark said, turning away from it, “Should we go back to the king and queen?”

Jolly had not been much help. He told them that everything depended on their actions.

“This can’t be all there is to it,” Lana said, taking a seat in a pretty hardwood chair by the massive lion mouth fireplace, “If it is this easy, why need us?”

Clark frowned. All of these people were depending on him, and he did not know how to help. He turned back to the skull.

“Perhaps the answer lies in one of these books,” Bane suggested.

All three teens looked at the hundreds of shelves containing books that went on forever. It would take the length of a small eternity to even figure out where to begin.

“I vote we go see the Queen,” Chloe said, smiling up at Bane.

“Clark,” Tickle yelled from the top of the stairs, “Fair maidens!”

Lana got to her feet and quickly covered the dragon’s skull with her violet cloak. She then took off running up the stairs after the others.

“Is that a ship,” Chloe asked in concern. She did not like the looks of it.

Indeed,” Jolly said, peeking through a scope.

“Trolls,” Bane growled. He could smell their foul scent on the ocean breeze.

“What do we do,” Lana asked, looking around for weapons.

Jolly put his scope down and pushed a bright pink button. A board to the side opened and a canon came up from out of nowhere.

A big grin crossed Clark’s face. He had always wanted to shoot a canon. This could actually be fun.

“Here,” Tickle yelled, pushing a blue button.

Another board opened and all kinds of weapons spilled out. There were long swords, short swords, daggers, spears, shields, armor, axes, bows, and arrows.

“Give it up mortals,” a familiar, sinister voice shouted.

“Can’t we go any faster,” Chloe asked, watching as Bane picked up really big battle ax.

“We won’t need to,” Clark said, taking aim with the canon, “Fire!”

Nothing happened.

Clark pursed his lips, “What’s the matter with this thing?”

“You have to load it first,” Jolly laughed, only to duck when a spear flew over his head to stick into a plank, “Quickly.”

“I have you now,” Bucktooth roared with laughter.

“Load this thing,” Clark yelled and ran off.

“What’s he doing,” Lana yelled, looking around for a cannonball.

Clark quickly went into super speed mode and his eyes lit up like a Yule tree. The sails on the troll’s ship ignited all over the place, and he sat their oars on fire as well.

Everything went back to normal pace, and he ran back with a cannonball in hand. The troll ship was in flames as he loaded the canon.

“Suck a goblin,” Bucktooth shrieked in outrage. Oh, he was pissed!

“What the heck,” Chloe asked, seeing all the flames, “How did that happen?”

“Fire,” Lana yelled, and Chloe pushed the button.

The cannonball shot off, knocking both girls flat on their backs.

“Duck,” Bucktooth yelled, when the cannonball busted through his crow’s nest, causing the burning sails to fall.

Lana rolled over and yelled, “Yeah! Lick my boots, Ugly!”

Bane snorted and then laughed. Trolls simply fell to pieces when things were not going in their favor.

Clark saw that they were passing into some really misty looking waters, and saw a strange jagged looking rock sticking up out of the dark water. He felt kind of strange. It was like an ominous feeling of foreboding.

Bucktooth crawled out from under the sail and his eyes widened, “Stop the ship, you fools!”

Trolls were running around in circles like chickens with their heads chopped off.

“Why are they stopping,” Chloe asked as Bane helped her to her feet.

“We’ve crossed over into the Forbidden Waters,” Tickle said.

“We didn’t have a choice,” Jolly told them, “They will not dare follow us now.”

“Run,” Bucktooth snarled after them from the distance between them, “Run to your deaths!”

“And you run to a dermatologist,” Lana yelled back at him, “You ugly wart looking thing!”

“No birds,” Tickle said, looking up at the stormy sky, “Only the sound of thunder.”

An hour passed and Clark spotted something in the distance, “What’s that?”

Jolly sailed them closer to see that it was a temple built upon the surface of the waters. Huge columns and pillars of black marble glared back at them ominously.

“Haunting,” Lana said, as thunder echoed overhead and violet lightning flashed in the distance.

“Let’s take a boat,” Clark said.

“What,” Jolly asked, “You already have the dragon.”

“There has to be more to it that that,” Chloe said.

“Is this really necessary,” Tickle asked.

Clark nodded.

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“Sir,” Wart asked in a small voice, “Surely the dreaded Beast will add them to its collection?”

“Even so,” Bucktooth glared at him with angry eyes, “We wait and see if they sail out.”

“Fire out, Sir,” a small troll growled.

Bucktooth ignored him and glared at the ominous jagged rock protruding from out of the water with cursed symbols on it, “These mortals possess magic.”

Wart nodded. How else could everything catch fire around them so suddenly? They were lucky they were not sinking to the bottom of the sea right now.

“Sail us away from these cursed waters,” Bucktooth ordered, “Not even a god would come here.”

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Chloe waved to Bane and the others as Clark rowed her and Lana towards the spooky looking temple. As they got closer, the bigger the place looked. It was even bigger than they had thought.

Clark rowed between two massive black marble walls on either side of them towards the entrance to the temple. Everything around them was so pretty in a dark and shadowed way.

“Look at all the weird glass and stone statues,” Lana said, pointing at them.

Chloe nodded. They looked kind of scary to be honest. Their mouths were open wide in terror. Some of the glass and stone statues were even shattered.

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Bane watched as the three teens vanished from sight into the temple. He did not like this place and he could not believe that he had allowed the fair Chloe to talk him out of going in with them. He was really upset with himself and snorted angrily. What if they got into trouble? Why was he feeling like this? Simple, Chloe had set him free from his lonely prison.

“They’ll be fine,” Jolly said with a big grin.

“I hope so,” Tickle responded.

“Of course they will,” Jolly nodded, seeing Bane’s worried expression, “It is written.”

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Lana walked up to what looked to be some kind of an altar. There were little faceless statues here and there on it. There was a little carved onyx bowl filled with dried rose petals and some tiny quartz crystals. She gazed into a mirror that was all cloudy. She could not even make out her own reflection in it. How odd was that?

She turned around to see that Chloe was sitting on a huge black metal throne, holding a dolly in her lap. It looked as though she were playing princess of the palace.

“We could be the first in a thousand years to set foot in this place,” Clark said in awe as he looked over the wall paintings.

Lana still thought that someone was here. Why else would there be torches burning?

There was a great emerald green eye on the wall that had black serpents for eye lashes. It was really pretty in a creepy way.

“What is with all the eyes and snakes,” Lana asked.

Clark shook his head, “I don’t know.”

“Here is a man holding up a shield,” Lana said, pointing at a glass statue. The man was holding a shield that was polished like a mirror, and he had a huge sword, too.

“This reminds me of something,” Clark said, trying to think back to a story he had read.

“Wasn’t there a guy in mythology that fought snakes,” Chloe asked from the throne, pointing to another great eye with snakes coiling around it.

All three seemed to freeze when they heard deadly hisses. The torches suddenly began to burn brighter, and the exit to the temple was suddenly cut off by a great stone wall.

“Not snakes,” Lana said, quickly grabbing Clark’s arm.

Chloe jumped up and ran to them.

“Trespassers,” a deep masculine voice rolled across their skin like slithering silk.

“Close your eyes,” Lana yelled quickly doing so, “It’s the Medusa.”

“Like you my throne, little girl,” that cold voice hissed.

“We don’t mean any harm,” Chloe called out as the hissing got louder, “We’re sort of new to this world.”

“Ignorance is no excuse,” that sexy voice hissed, full of venom.

“Trolls chased us here,” Clark said, holding onto the girl’s hands, quickly closing his eyes.

That terrible hissing grew louder, and they could hear the sound of heels on marble, “I detest trolls.”

“Queen Maeve, and King Jack sent us on a mission,” Lana quickly said, “We should be friends, not enemies.”

That deep voice chuckled and it bordered evil, “The Faerie Court holds no power over me.”

“Of course not,” Clark said, confused. He thought Medusa was a woman. What would be a great complement? “You’re the great and powerful Medusa after all.” He bit his bottom lip. Had that been flattering?

“She was my mother,” that hissing voice coiled and slithered closer, and they heard glass shatter, “I am her son, Hydra.”

“Shit,” Chloe cringed when she felt fingers gliding through her hair. She screamed and took off running with her eyes closed. Lana did the same.

“No,” Clark yelled, feeling around for them, “Don’t open your eyes!”

“My mother was more beautiful than the Goddess herself,” that angry voice hissed, and Clark thought it familiar in a way, “Why else would she have cursed me as well?”

“You’re angry,” Clark said, not knowing how to fight this being, “But my friends and I, we’re innocent.”

Hydra’s deep red lips twisted into a cruel smile, “Ah, the innocent.”

Lana was terrified, and Chloe quickly put her hands over her eyes. She did not want to be a statue. What if she got an itch? What if she got bored with the same pose?

“Open your eyes,” Hydra cooed ever so softly, as he ran his creamy white hands across Clark’s muscular chest.

Clark shook his head and felt snakes snap at him.

“Clark,” Lana yelled.

“I’m fine,” he said, trying to stay calm. Those little bitches had actually stung him.

Silver scaled serpents slithered and coiled around a flawless ivory white face, “Open your eyes, Clark.”

“No,” he said sternly.

“It’ll be like falling asleep,” Hydra whispered with gentle hisses, “A gentle slide into oblivion.”

That voice was so familiar.

“You won’t have to feel anything,” Hydra cooed as he stalked away from Clark in a hiss of silk, “No more pain.”

He glided across the black marble floor and his enchanting voice echoed all around, penetrating their very minds, “No memories.”

Lana suddenly fell to her knees and Chloe did the same. Lana could see her parents being struck by the meteors and all the pain flooded to the surface. Tears leaked from her closed eyes.

Chloe could see her mom being carted off to the crazy farm, and she did not understand what was happening. It was as if she were just a little girl again. She felt lost and afraid.

Clark was holding Ryan in his arms and watched as those eyes closed forever. He could see all the people he had failed to save. He could see Jordan’s blood on his hands, and he could feel it under his nails. It was his fault that people suffered. If it were not for his biological mom and dad sending him to earth, maybe none of this would have happened. Chloe and Lana would not be in danger right now. There would be no meteor freaks.

“Please,” Lana whispered, “Stop it.”

Hydra felt a small pang strike his heart as he watched each of their memories. He turned around to look at Clark. There was so much pain here. Each of them had lost a mother…just like him.

“Perhaps you can’t fight,” Hydra whispered softly, “What you can’t see.”

Clark suddenly remembered his magical amber lens and pulled it out.

“Yes I can,” he said, putting it to his eyes, and gazed through the amber magic at the most beautiful man he had ever seen in his life.

It was Jordan. He could see Jordan in all his flawless beauty through the amber lens.

He was dressed like a Greek god. He was wearing an emerald green scaled breastplate with flowing black silk robes billowing in a gentle breeze around him.

His hair was long and dark as smoke. His skin was so white and flawless as alabaster. Those eyes of his were bluer than robin eggs.

“You’re beautiful,” Clark said, knowing that hair was really hissing serpents.

Hydra snarled with a viscous hiss, “Liar!”

“No,” Clark said, looking to see that Chloe and Lana were all right.

“Tell me what you see,” Hydra commanded.

Clark took a deep breath, “I see a beautiful man with long dark hair, perfect white skin, and blue eyes that have seen too much pain.”

Hydra’s bottom lip trembled as he hid his face, “How?”

“This amber lens was give to me by the Faerie Queen,” he said with a small smile, “It sees the truth, not the lies.”

“Give it to me,” Hydra commanded, holding out a flawless white hand.

“Why,” Clark asked, suddenly afraid again.

“You have my word,” Hydra said, “If you speak the truth, no harm shall come to you or your two friends.”

“Don’t do it,’ Chloe sobbed.

“Don’t trust him,” Lana added.

Clark gazed into those hopeful blue eyes, and took that lovely soft hand in his. He closed his eyes, turned his face away, and put the lens in Hydra’s hand.

Hydra held the magical lens with both hands, and turned away from the handsome stranger. His mother had been seduced by one, and then killed by another. He had been born from her blood.

He glided up to the cloudy mirror and took a deep breath. He put the lens up to his eyes and felt his heart shatter. For the first time in thousands of years, he was seeing his beautiful face. The handsome stranger had not been lying.

“You are ugly, hideous,” the Goddess had laughed at him, “You are the ugliest creature ever to be spawned.”

He was beautiful. She had lied.

He closed his eyes, and his silver serpents hissed as he shouted, “Go!”

The stone door rolled open and Hydra slowly stalked up to his throne. He took a seat and held his dolly.

Clark ran to Chloe and Lana. He was so happy that this had gone so well.

Was Hydra crying?

“What’s wrong,” Clark asked, not daring to turn around. He did not want to be a statue.

“All the poor creatures I’ve turned to glass over the ages,” he whispered with regretful hisses, “I’m so tired of being eternally alone.”

Clark knew his pain, and said before thinking, “You can come with us?”

“I’ve dreamt of this day,” Hydra said with a heartbreaking smile that none could ever see as tears streamed from his ice blue eyes, “When one would come and see me as I truly am.”

Lana didn’t know what to say and Chloe was not letting go of Clark’s arm.

“Now leave me,” Hydra said, holding his dolly tightly to his chest, “Just leave me.”

Clark looked down at Chloe and Lana. They still had their eyes closed. He did not want them to see that his eyes were glowing red in order to keep any tears from falling.

TBC…

Please review and tell me what you think.

Flora.