Board Thread:Short Stories and Fanfictions/@comment-44544645-20191211195811/@comment-44544645-20200113025756

Twenty-Four

This was just like last time.

Last time, in Lumenaria, when the castle had come crashing down and the Neverseen had escaped and Mr. Forkle had died……

Stop it, Sophie told herself.

She channelled energy to her legs, sprinting faster and faster and faster, and then she saw a speck of light far above.

She was about to collapse on the ground once she got out of the hideout—and then she saw that she wasn’t alone.

Keefe, Dex, Maruca, Tam, and Jax had all made it out safely.

But there were two people staring at her who she hadn’t expected to see.

'''“Gusters can use their winds for many things—or have you forgotten?” Trix smirked. “And the force of your inflicting was mainly focused on Luzia. It’s a lot less strong when split three ways. As for those silly shadows—please. We have dwarves on our side. These four” —he gestured to the four dwarves who had just popped up— “helped us escape.”'''

Sophie didn’t know where Luzia was—and she didn’t want to ask.

“Have you forgotten I’m a Psionopath?” Maruca called, sending a force field shooting out and enveloping the two of them.

'''Ruy snarled. “And have you forgotten that my abilities are partially healed?” He grimaced, trying to take the force field down—and he managed to cut in a small hole that he and Trix dived out of.'''

And then it was chaos.

Throwing stars and daggers and gusts of wind.

Stellarlune-enhanced dwarves and force fields and melder blasts.

All Sophie knew was one thing.

They were winning.

She almost took down a dwarf with one of her throwing stars, and when she tried again, she knew he wasn’t going anywhere.

'''She aimed for a second one and missed—but before he could get to her, Keefe’s dagger hit his chest, enough to put the second dwarf out of commission. '''

Or even kill……

She shoved that thought aside, and looked around—all the dwarves had been taken down.

'''A throwing star was flung at her from out of nowhere, and she barely managed to jump aside, the deadly weapon embedding itself in a tree. Furious, she yanked a dagger out of the top of her boot and threw it at Trix.'''

It seemed to hit air, then fall straight down.

Air?

Someone else tried to blast Trix with a melder.

'''The beam of the melder hovered in midair. And hovered. And hovered. '''

And hovered.

She couldn’t tell who was holding the weapon.

It was too dark.

Too shadowy.

A voice screamed.

A figure appeared.

Everyone—Black Swan and Neverseen—stopped and stared in shock.

At the figure who was in the middle of the battle—his shoulder bleeding from a deep cut.

Dazed.

Scrawny.

Pale.

Weak.

But determined.

'''Fitz gasped, his shock melting into rage. '''

“ALVAR?”