Chapter Nine The Mysterious Warrior When the light from the blast faded away to black, everything went still. All the activity and the commotion on the wasteland came to an abrupt stop. All sound of weapons and movement halted, and for as far as the eye could see; the skeletal army stood frozen in place. “What’s going on here?” Willow asked after a moment, her voice so dry she could barely speak. Jack gazed around at the hordes of motionless skeletons in mesmerized bewilderment and relief. “I’ve no idea?” He took a deep breath and shook his head. “But I don’t think we should hang around here to find out!” At Jack’s command, they made their way out of the skeletal circle and crept down a long narrow corridor that had opened up between them. They walked carefully and cautiously across a mass of shattered skeletal bodies that littered the desert floor, the bones cracking and crunching underneath their feet in the spooky silence with each step taken. A little further down the track, a colossus of a man clad in a suit of red body armour appeared against the flaming wreckage. Jack and Willow walked side by side and they did not take their eyes off him. They were scarcely able to believe their good fortune, while at the same time trying to ignore all the faceless skulls that were swivelling about in their direction, strange eyes shining wickedly in the moonlight with frustration and rage. Blaze walked a short distance behind and he did not seem bothered by them at all. He glared around at the two thick walls of faceless skeletons that surrounded him, his dark eyes shifting from one skull to the next. “Mmmm, hmmm,” he mumbled to the bulk of the skeletal soldiers as he strolled casually through them, taking in each and every on... ... middle of paper ... ...e away from the group. “And hey, who knows. Maybe next time we meet we’ll get a chance to repay you.” “I certainly hope so,” the warrior said swiftly in response. “Now you kids go carefully, and good luck with your quest.” He shook his head and hesitated a moment. “I’m afraid you’ll need it.” In the cold silence of Silverwood Forest, the young group of Earthling and Elves continued around the lip of the lake, taking in all the new sights and smells. They were content to let their defences down now that the hard part was done. The departing warrior faded away into the trees. As he did, his blue eyes went to slits like a contented hunter’s. Oh, I wouldn’t trouble yourselves too much with how to repay me, my young friends, he thought darkly with a quick glance back. You won’t have long to wait before we meet again. I can assure you. This quest of yours will fail…
“Okay well if you are done I hope we never have to each other again.” Spidey said.
Where am I? he thought to himself. Looking around the room, he wondered, What happened last night? The steady breathing of the hounds caught his attention. He walked towards the window and looked out into the courtyard. Peering out, he saw the great hounds in a deep snooze. His eyes grazed across the courtyard but stopped when they came across a mess of bones. Nearby, the grey cement was stained red.
There it was again. It was a sound that he had never heard before. This time he was sure there was something out there. He raised his crossbow. He could actually see some sort of animal like creature standing in the shadows. He had seen artisans make jewelry and drawings before, but that was nothing compared to whatever was on that creature. It had red paint all around it’s eyes and cloth all down it’s sides with pictures on them. There was a small fence on top of it to protect the two men that were sitting at the top each holding an iron spear. Bwenatoga only had a few seconds to look at them and then they were gone.
With only the moon and stars to guide her, she picked her way down to the trucks, where a few embers of the fire remained. She could hear something that sounded like wind On the ground were unidentifiable lumps that seemed to be moving in the nonexistent breeze. On the front of one of the looming vehicles was a blood stain. Emmaline crept toward it. On her way there she accidentally stepped on one of the lumps and heard a man-like squawk. She looked down and saw two eyes glistening in the moonlight and an open mouth still. She slowly turned around in a circle. The lumps that Emmaline had assumed to be tree stumps earlier were now rising from the ground and shouting. Fear was welling up inside Emmaline but she told herself to stay brave for Edgar’s sake and she let out a deafening battle cry and charged at the nearest man. He ran towards the blood-stained truck and jumped up into the cab, Emmaline close behind. The soldier shut the door in Emmaline’s face and she turned around. The other men were all packing up as fast as they could. Emmaline stayed until every truck had left, watching silently with an evil glare. Then she raced back up the hill to join her Father and
“Very well, but if your master would like to join me and my knights on our quest, the rewards would be much greater than a mere fifteen dollars.”
He went on down the hill, toward the dark woods within which the liquid silver voices of the birds called unceasing - the rapid and urgent beating of the urgent and quiring heart of the late spring night. He did not look
Larah’s eyes glistened. “How can I ever repay you, for what you have done for me?”
She grabbed Aya’s cold hand that almost seemed foreign to her and lightly squeezed. “For everything. For being so awful when we met. I-I’m so sorry. I n-never had the chance to tell you how important you are to me and o-oh god we never had the chance to...help you...walk. Please forgive me.”
The woman let a smile grace her lips for a second, before it dropped as quickly as it formed, “And do not expect me to travel with your troop.” The man chuckled. “No. I think it would be wiser if you didn’t. I have a feeling my company may mistake you for something you are not.” His eyes flicked to the pointed tips of her ears that peeked out of her brown
"I-, I don't. I don't understand-," he tried speaking but his lapsed breathing stopped him from speaking
...d soul out. The deep, loud rumbling from behind him made him run faster and harder. Before he even arrived at the lake, he laid his gleaming eyes on the first vessel to arrive. His body overflowed with elation, he looked back for a split second and could see the huge dark shadow of enemies behind him. Gazing back in front he could see almost 5 000 men ready to help him, as he looked back and forth there were more and more allies standing determined to battle each time.
“Look here you lazy sack of bones, I tried to ask for help, but you were too busy skull-king to help me out.”
The ghostly figures marched on as I watched, their multicolored eyes fixated on a future that no one else could see. The horizon was in sight. They were people, not monsters, of course, but their march was slow, firm, and deliberate. The sea of empty faces continued to shift along the road.
Awakening from a faint soothing voice, his eyelids slowly opened allowing the light to fill his eyes. He went to move but found that he was strapped down to a table. He awaited the pain he thought would settle in from the slash of the sword, but no pain? He lifted his head up as far as he could to find that his whole chest was bandaged and clean. He looked around more and heard another voice, a woman standing outside of what looked like a tree house. Something unusual about her though, she wasn’t a woman, she looked like an elf. Long blonde hair with pointed ears, a height of about 5’6” and was the most beautiful thing he has ever seen in his life. By time he processed the beautiful elf through his mind she walked into the room. Astonished by the way she looked he asked her for her name. She responded, “Aria”.
“I’ll come back to you. I promise you if it’s the last thing I do, I’ll come back to you.”