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The Dragon's Crown

By Isabeau Saberhagen © 1-5-08

Allow me, if you will to explain for a moment.

When you are a character in a TV show or a movie, once your TV show goes of the air or your movie out of theaters, you don't just fade away. Your world is still real, just a bit less eventful. Once humans are done playing with you not much else happens. Comparatively, the characters of Hawaii Five-0 held up pretty well when they went off the air in 1980.

That is until Steve McGarrett went crazy. At least, that's what they thought happened. After a about a year the boredom and feelings of uselessness seemed to get to him and he because a recluse, rarely leaving home. When spoken to about it, he would only say that he was working on something very important. The about five months after he shunned society, he seemed to embrace it again. Everything seemed perfectly normal until an old enemy of his was discovered burned to death.

The fire was completely self contained, only the poor man was burned and not even the carpet he stood on. When told about it, Steve laughed and promptly produced a fireball and threw it at a coconut lying on the road. The coconut was incinerated, but the tarmac pristine.

What allowed Steve McGarrett to gain MAGIC, of all things? In a word, death. The original creator of Hawaii Five-0, Leonard Freedman, died on a operating table. His last dreams were integrated into that world, creating the potential for the supernatural and a history most unbecoming of a crime drama.

These facts stayed undiscovered simply by keeping the characters busy acting out new plots. But with new story lines no longer coming in, it gave them a chance to find these secrets.

It's now been nearly nineteen years since then and McGarrett has gone from having a few deadly tricks up his sleeve to being a full blown sorcerer. He has completely changed from being the modest defender of justice to a power hungry man in search of a crown.

He former friends have begun to fight him, hoping beyond hope that the old Steve will come back to them. His old enemy Wo Fat has been drawn into the fray, yet his only real reasons are his hatred towards McGarrett and jealousy of his new found power

For the last nineteen years McGarrett has been laying relatively low, but now he is about to see he long laid plans come to fruition. There is no one person or transported human that could stop him. This isn't going to be your average good vs evil story. Think about it.

Is McGarrett really evil? Maybe he'll be a good ruler. His friends may have pure intentions, but are they really killing their hope for a true life by trying to bring his plans down? And why join with Wo Fat, who only fights for the sake of fighting. And there are others who are only trying to survive, to ride out the storm and see who comes out on top. No matter how this story ends, everything will change.

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Chapter 1

Crunch 

Brass plated shoes crush ice crystals.

Crunch

The hem of a black silk garment floats behind them.

Crunch, crunch.

The man stops in front of a huge column of ice. He stares into the column, hardly believing what he sees. Suspended within is a young ebony skinned woman, curled in a loose fetal position, her arms crossed behind her legs. She is garbed in a blue dress, with a jeweled fur muff and white cloak around her shoulders. Barely visible behind her glacial prison is an ice crown on her brow.

He himself wears a well cut set of robes, inspired by Chinese and Celtic designs. Cuffs skirt the backs of his hands, knot buttons run down the middle of his chest. Finest embroidery dances on the fabric, and the whole garment is radiant black and gold.

“So this is you.”

He places a hand on the ice as he gazes at her. The ice swells beneath it, pushing it away from her. He removes his hand and chuckles.

“Reacts to heat, just as I thought.”

Blue eyes lock onto her face. A plump teenage boy comes up behind him, shivering and talking though chattering teeth.

“If this ice sir, resists heat and chipping, how are we going to get to her? The texts say only dragon's fire can melt it.”

“Then we use the next best thing.”

The boy shivers again, but not from the chill.

“Aand...what is that, sir?”

McGarrett turns around and smiles at him.

“Pele's fire.”

*****

Deep inside the volcanic caverns of the island Hawaii, there lies the most unlikely of tombs. Just above the heart of infernal Pele, is a chamber of pure glacial ice.

The frozen walls eat sound, devour heat, and grows back doubly whenever broken. Now, within this eerie place something stirs. For the first time the walls tremble and quake, and heat can be felt rising from the floor.

For a split second the ice glows red and orange, and then the floor erupts, spewing molten magma into the chamber. The magma consumes the chamber for several minutes, till finally it subsides leaving only bare rock.

The man in the black silk robe, McGarrett, steps over the magma. He seems to be completely impervious to the heat, and he's not the only one. The young woman appears from the magma, as if she were floating on water. Her garments have survived completely unscathed even her ice crown.

McGarrett leans down and picks her up carrying her out of the chamber. Without a word he and the boy make their way from the pit of the cavern back to the surface.

*****

Five years ago McGarrett left Oahu for the more isolated island of Kawaii. There he built a glorious palace of white marble, crystalline gypsum, cypress, cedar, ebony, maple, and rose; woods and stones that had no business being in Hawaii. McGarrett looked to every palace in the world, from the Minoan Knossos to the Mayan Palenque, from Greenwich and Buckingham to the Forbidden City of Emperors, and its name sake, Domas Aurea.

Like mad Nero's dream home, it boasted hundreds of rooms, heated floors and baths, and stunning frescoes stretching across the ceilings, mosaics made with precious and semi precious stones, columns leafed in gold and silver, and every where huge windows and light wells flooding the entire structure with sunlight.

Again McGarrett looked to the past the decorate the interior of his Domas Aurea. Versailles and is flamboyant Rococo style provided the style of the furniture, drapery, and the main gardens. Even with this enormous clash of cultures and styles, Domas Aurea was more beautiful than any other structure anywhere, even a God would be flattered to live within.

It is here, in a small room in the south wing; that the young dark woman awakens. Without a word she sits up and takes in her surroundings. She shows not a glimmer of fear, she simply gets up walks around, and stops to look out the window.

She looks down at splendid gardens, and a large fountain spouting fine mist on the flowers surrounding it. She looks around again and sees a mirror and vanity. Her crown, cloak, and blue dress have been replaced with a simple white linen gown.

She turns from the mirror and heads to the door. Its locked, but with one gesture it unlocks and opens for her. She wanders down the halls in complete silence, taking in the wonders with a small smile on her face.

“Well milady?”

She turns around and sees McGarrett, dressed in a fitting golden robe leaning against the wall.

“Is it worthy of the Dragon Queen?”

She looks back out. The corridor they stand in is on the top most level, half open to the gardens facing east.

“Well, is it?”

He slowly steps over to her, and gingerly touches her shoulder. She ignores him and continues to stare at the garden. The she speaks for the first time.

“What you should really worry about, sorcerer, is if it is worthy of the Dragon King.”

McGarrett stiffens. She turns around and gives him a poisonous look.

“He will decide when he awakens.”

A tiny smile creeps across his face, and he chuckles and bows to her as he backs into the wall and begins to fade.

“As you wish, Queen Sonyadora.”

Sonyadora growls and motions him towards her. He is yanked by an invisible hand and brought just centimeters from her.

“Watch yourself mortal. To think that a human could claim the birthright of Equinox is as thinking that death can be cured with tree sap.”

“True, but isn't that what you once thought of her majesty Nightshade?”

Sonyadora scoffs and releases him.

“I don't know what you think I am.”

“I suggest you set me right, if you think I'm wrong.”

“King Hyperion imprisoned me to keep any usurpers like you,” she hissed, “far away from the heirs. He and Nightshade are long dead, and I will soon follow them.”

McGarrett's face goes ashen.

“The texts say...”

“Can you think of a better way to keep meddling humans away from the throne? As soon as Equinox and his sister Solstice emerge I will die, and...”

“And what?”

*****

Sonyadora says nothing and stares defiantly. A devilish smile crosses McGarrett's face. 

“Ah, since Solstice is his sister and and purity of the blood must be sustained, another 'human' Queen has been chosen, am I right?”

He lifts his hand and strokes her cheek.

“Another woman with the spirit of an ancient royal dragon under her skin. Her pure, unblemished skin.”

His thumb runs down to her full lips before she slaps his hand away. McGarrett laughs and starts to walk away.

“It'll be fun tracking down your stepson's little bride, your Majesty.”

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