(Fan/Act) Keepers of Enderea [T]

I started writing this last week for a different site, but no one looked at it much So I'm posting it here. It's the first story I am posting in public so I'm a little nervous. Also, I'm bad at coming up with creative names for everyone and everything so sorry about that.

Anyway, here's the Prologe and Chapter 1.

Prologue

Seven dark figures stood at the top of a large cliff staring down at the entire kingdom of Enderea. They were each different, but wore the same black cape with a hood covering their faces.

“You all know what to do.” said a dark voice from under one of the hoods. “Don’t fail me.”

“Yeah, Yeah.” another said. “Let’s just get this started.”

“Be patient. We have a plan to fallow.” said a women’s voice.

“Don’t tell me what to do!” the other replied.

“Enough! We begin now. Soon we shall hold this world in our hands.” The dark voice said.

Then the figures dispersed into the darkness below.


Chapter 1: Morning

“Wake up! Wake up! Roian! Timothy! John! Oh, what lazy boys!”

Roain opened his eyes and stared up at the wood on the ceiling. He moaned and rolled over. He was on a makeshift bed in a small room. Light shone in through the nearby window. The room was covered in clothes and tools. A bow and quiver sat next to the bed.

“Roain wake up now!” A woman yelled.

“Ok! I’m up, I’m up.” Roian yawned as he sat up. He swung his legs over the side of the bed and stretched his arms over his head. He was a fairly thin young man. His hair was a dusty brown and his eyes were an emerald green. He was only 15, but was strong and clever.

He stood up, walked over to a chest under the window, and pulled out a white shirt and brown tunic. He got dressed then strapped the quiver around his waist and his bow over his shoulder.

He walked out through the door into a small loft with another door on the other side. He slid down the ladder into a makeshift kitchen. A table with five chairs around it sat in the center of the room. To the right of the room, there was a sink and a wood burning stove. A door leading outside stood next to the sink. An elderly woman stood in front of the stove. Her graying hair was tied back into a bun.

“Good Mourning, Neina.” Roain said as he turned to her. Neina was almost like his foster mother, even though she never adopted him. She had taken care of him and his brothers since he was 8 as well as her granddaughter. She was pretty strict, but they all knew she had a soft heart.

“Finely your up.” Neina said not looking at him. “Go wake up the twins.”

“Wake up you two!” He yelled up the ladder and waited for a response. When no one answered he said, “Now or I’ll drag you out of bed!”

The sound of two pares of feet rushing out of bed came from upstairs. Roian laughed and sat down at the table.

“Well, at least they listen to someone around here.” Neina said as she turned around and put a small pan of eggs and a half a loaf of bread on the table. “Don’t eat it all. Save some for those two.”

“What about Chris?” Roian asked Neina put some plates on the table.

“Christine left an hour ago. She’s helping set up for tonight.”

“Oh yeah the festival’s tonight.” He said as he took some eggs and started eating.

“Don’t take the festival so lightly.” Neina said. “The Summer Solstice is the most important time of the year for this village. It’s when the souls of the dead…”

“I know. It’s when the souls of the dead come to visit us and this world and the next become one. I’ve heard it a thousand times.” He said.

“Don’t take that tone with me boy. I may not be your mother but…” She began, but was interrupted by the two boys that had just come down the ladder.

“Eggs!” they shouted at the same times and ran at the table. They were almost identical. They both had silvery blond hair and the same green eyes as Roian. The only difference between them was in their height. Tim, who was a few minutes older, was an inch taller than John. Tim always took control of everything, while John, who was the shyer of the two, fallowed.

“Hey you two don’t be such pigs.” Roian said as he watched the two boys stuff their faces.

“Shut up.” Tim said.

“Yeah, what Tim said.” John added.

“I’ll shut you both up.” Roian said as he stood up. The twins screamed and ran out the door. Roian fallowed.

“Roian! Don’t hut them! Be home before the festival! Oh, those boys.” Neina yelled after them.

The boys ran through the town. After about ten minutes Roian stopped chasing them. He laughed and then turned down a street and ended up at the town center. People were setting up tents around a large tree in the center of the courtyard. The tree was called the Spiritual Tree. It was a symbol of those who had passed on. When It bloomed it was said the flowers where the spirits of the dead. The festival was held every year, but the Tree only bloomed every 15 years.

Roian walked through the groups of people. Everyone greeted him as he walked past. He waved back. The town was small and he new everyone who lived there. He only considered half of them his friends though. There were also people from the city around. He could tell, because he had never seen any of them before and by the way they treated the villagers. They treated anyone from the country like trash or just ignored their existence.

Eventually he ended up at the tree. A young girl about his age stood next to the tree talking to a group of people. She was the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. He had known her most of his life and had always been attracted to her. She was Neina’s granddaughter, Christine.

He waited for the group of people to walk away. Even after they were gone he waited, too nervous to talk to her at first. He just looked at her. She was now looking up at the Tree, her sapphire eyes fixed on the branches. He took a deep breath and walked over to her.

“H-hey Chris.” He said as he walked up.

“Oh, Good morning. You slept in again, didn’t you?” She said turning to him and smiling.

“Yeah, guess I did.” He said smiling back.

Chris looked up at the tree again. “Isn’t it beautiful?” She said. “It only blooms every 15 years. It’s said that the blossoms are the souls of the dead, coming to visit us.”

“You don’t really believe all that stuff, do you?” He said looking up at it.

“Of course I do. It’s our tradition. I’ve been around this tree all my life and I can tell it’s true. I’ve never seen it bloom though.” She said turning to look at him.

“Well, we were only just born the last time it bloomed.” Roian replied.

“Yeah, I guess.”

“Hey, Chris.” He said looking at her again. He could feel his cheeks burning and turned his head away again.

“What is it?” Chris said, seeming to not notice him blushing.

“Um…I was wondering if, maybe, you would go to the festival with me tonight. I-I mean if you want to, that is.”

“Sure. I’ll go with you if you stop acting like an idiot.” She said, a bit of sarcasm in her voice.

“Oh, sorry. I won’t. See you then.” He said, not catching on. Then walked away smiling.

“Bye.” She replied shaking her head, then looked back up at the tree. “It’s been 15 years. Why isn’t it blooming?”

Well, looks like we got another writer here.

I have to say-it is pretty good.

Only things to change:

-It's a bit short. Try describing more.

-Along with that, try putting in more emotions of the characters. Obviously Roain likes this girl. Talk about that while you have him talk to her. Stuff like "he had liked her for a long time", you know? And elaborate on it.

-Also, tell a little more about the past. Roain, his brothers, Neina, even the whole village in general. Create a background for your characters, including their strengths and weaknesses, personalities, etc.

Oh, and about names-don't worry about it. Those names are good enough. I'm not very good at naming myself.

So far, this looks great.

First of all, I commend you for joining me in the boat of people who post non-Zelda fics on this site. There's too few of them.

Well, first and foremost, I'm gonna have to agree with Sekal on several points. It was, as was said, rather short. I speak of the prologue mostly here--why not describe their surroundings a bit? Describe the vicious glares in their eyes, or perhaps add in just a little more dialogue. For what you want to accomplish with this prologue, I can see that it's not going to be very long regardless. But that doesn't mean it couldn't use a little more.

Agreeing with Sekal again, the characters could use some more flare. I learned the hard way that main characters are developed the most in the beginning of the story, so it's crucial that you show a bit of insight to your main characters. What are some of their quirks? What makes them them, and not someone else? All of these things should constantly be being applied--it'll add to your overall length too. And during breaks, such as:

After about ten minutes Roian stopped chasing them. He laughed and then turned down a street and ended up at the town center. People were setting up tents around a large tree in the center of the courtyard. Roian walked through the groups of people. Everyone greeted him as he walked past. Eventually he ended up at the tree.

Use these breaks to enrich Roain's character. Don't tell us what happens, and how it happens, show us. How does Roain reply to people greeting him? Is he outgoing and replies with a boisterous cry, or is he shy and keeps to himself as he walks? Think of all of these things when using your characters.

And about the 'festival' thing--very creative, but give a little more insight to it. And to the characters. And to the village in general. (I'm trying so hard not to quote Sekal. XDD) What you did to explain the festival is a very basic strategy, but also very... oh, how should I put it, 'cheap'. In other words, it works, but could have been done better.

“Don’t take the festival so lightly.” Neina said. “The Summer Solstice is the most important time of the year for this village. It’s when the souls of the dead…”

“I know. It’s when the souls of the dead come to visit us and this world and the next become one. I’ve heard it a thousand times.”

Sure, this is a valid way to introduce it, but stop before you go on to introduce the two boys. Give some continuity--spark a conversation. How would Neina react to such a smart comment? Again, anything you can do to develop your characters, do so. ^^

Also, I wanted to add in that you're making a pesky little grammar mistake that most authors do in their early careers.

“You all know what to do.” said a dark voice from under one of the hoods. “Don’t fail me.”

Instead of a period after "do", there should be a comma. Why, you ask? The quote and the following sentence describing who is speaking is together one sentence. So, it SHOULD be:

"You all know what to do," said a dark voice from under one of the hoods.

And if you cut the quote in two with the phrase describing who is speaking, you add a comma at the other end, too. For instance, if the quote is "Yeah, I'll do that, and I'll do it well", and you cut in half, it would be done like this:

"Yeah, I'll do that," he said, "and I'll do it well."

Note the bolded parts. Since it's all one sentence, you add a comma at the end of the first part, and after the phrase describing who's speaking, and you don't have to capitalize the beginning of the next quote. That's only if the quote is one sentence, though.




But really, all in all this looks to be a good tale. I hope I don't come off as harping, as I really am only trying to help. ^^;; And one last thing: A spell check can never hurt.


I look forward to more.

I edited chapter one. Reread it.

Sorry to double post but here's chapter 2

Chapter 2: Unexpected Visitor

Roian walked down a side street. *What was with her? She seemed a little down.* He thought. *I’ll ask her later.*

He walked around town for a little while and eventually ended up back at the house. He opened the door and looked over at the table. Neina sat on one side of the table. At the other end was an old man who he had never seen before. The man was wearing strange clothes and he obviously hadn’t shaved in a few days. His eyes darted right to Roian the moment he opened the door.

“Oh, Roian you’re back. I wasn’t expecting you for some time.” Neina said when she noticed him. “This is…”

“James.” The old man said with a smile. “It’s nice to meet you.”

“Yeah, Same here.” Roian said. “Um…Why are you here?”

“That was rude, Roian.” Neina said giving him an angrier glare.

“It’s alright.” James said not taking his eyes of Roian. “I was passing through and thought I’d visit Neina, we’re old friends after all. And the Soul Festival being at this time of year is an added bonus.”

“Oh.” Roian said. *I wish he would stop staring at me like that. It’s kind of creeping me out.*

There was a long, awkward silence. The two just stared at each other. James’s expression did not change and he kept the same look in his eyes. It was almost like he was analyzing Roian, like he knew something Roian didn’t.

Roian shifted uncomfortably. “Well, I’m going upstairs.” He said eventually and headed to the ladder. He could feel James’s eyes on him the entire time.

“It was nice meeting you, Roian.” James said.

“Y-yeah.” Roian replied and climbed up the ladder and went into his room. He pretended to shot the door. He cracked it and listened.

“I’m sorry about that.” Neina said.

“It’s alright. He’s only 15 after all. I’m just surprised he looks so much like her.” The old man said.

“It is amazing isn’t it. Anyway, you’re sure about what you said before?” Neina asked talking in a lower voice.

“Yes. There is no other explanation. It is the 15th year and the tree has not bloomed yet.” James said in a more serious voice than before. He then whispered something Roian couldn’t hear.

“Roian! Stop listening on our conversation!” Neina yelled up the ladder.

“How did you know?” He said.

“Close the door!” was her only reply. He did as she said not wanting to get into any more trouble. He was curious but not stupid.

He walked over to the chest by the window, closed the shades, and opened it. He opened a secret compartment on the side and pulled out a small box. Inside it was a jewel necklace with a small stone pendent and a picture of a man and woman. The woman was wearing the necklace. These where his most presious belongings. They where all he had left of his parents.

“Mom. Dad. Stay with me tonight. Help me out.” He said looking down at the picture. He felt an uneasy nervousness in the pit of his stomach so he closed his eyes. A picture of Chris formed in his mind. “I think I’m going to be sick. No. I have to be strong, for my parents and for Chris. Mom and Dad, Give me strength.”

The words echoed through his mind. Pictures of the day his parents died flashed through his head. Now only “strength” was left of the words. It repeated over and over, as if a group of people were chanting it. He clenched the stone in his hand as he held back some tears. Its cool surface changed to a burning heat. His eyes snapped open and he stared at the stone in his hand.

*What the…What the hell is going on?* he thought as he stared at it.

He tried to drop it but his hand stayed shot. A soft glow came from inside of it. The light grew and grew until it covered the entire room. A voice was talking, speaking in a language he couldn’t understand. The heat from the stone spread to his entire body. He could understand the voice now.

Have strength, it said. Take this power and be strong.

“W-Who are you?” He asked the voice.

Be strong, was all it said. Take this and be strong.

Then everything went blank.

This is very well done and I enjoyed it. This has given me a few ideas but I don't feel like writing so thanks!

Anytime. Chapter three should be up today.

Sorry to double post again. Chapter 4 will be up this weekend. enjoy.

Chapter 3: Something Strange

When Roian woke up, he was lying on his back staring up at an almost black ceiling. Red light peeked in through the bottoms of the curtains. The room was strangely cold and his head was pounding. He could feel the cool stone in the palm of his hand. He sat up and looked down at it. He moved the stone over and in his hand was a scare in an odd shaped pattern. It wasn’t a normal scar; it was blue and gave off a faint glow.

*What happened? What is this thing? How long have I been asleep?* He thought. He stood up and walked over to the window pulled back the curtains. The sun was setting and the sky was pink. “Oh crap! I’m going to be late!”

He put the necklace on and tucked it into his shirt.*I’ll worry about it latter.* he thought then changed into a nicer outfit.

He looked back down at the scar. *I can’t just walk around with this thing on my hand.* he thought and bent down and looked through his chest. He pulled out a pair of black gloves and put them on. Then grabbed his bow, swung it over his shoulder, and went through the door.

He looked over the edge of the loft. Chris sat at one side of the table, while Neina brushed her hair. She was wearing a blue t-shirt and black skirt. Roian blushed slightly when he saw her and couldn’t help smiling. She looked up at him and smiled. He blushed harder and turned his head to the other side of the table. James sat there, his face was blank. He looked up at Roian and his face changed to a friendly smile. Roian noticed that it was the same look as when they first met. He forced himself to smile back.

*Why does he look at me like that?* Roian thought.

Then he slid down the ladder and turned around. Chris stood up and ran over to him. She grabbed his wrist and pulled him towards the door. She opened the door and turned to her Neina.

“Ok, we’re going now. See you tonight Grandma.” She said turning to go out the door.

“Wait!” Neina said walking over to them. She handed Roian some money. “This is all the money you can spend. Don’t waste it all on games. Get something to eat and don’t stay out too late.”

“I know. I know.” Roian said. “We’ll be back before midnight.”

“Good.” Neina said.

“Ok. That’s done. Let’s go.” Chris said pulling Roian out the door.

When they where a few feet away from the house Chris let out a big sigh. Roian looked at her for a moment. She was acting strange. She was normally an outgoing friendly girl. She always was happy to meet new people. Now she was acting so nervous, and it was only around James.

“What’s wrong?” he asked. “You were acting different in there.”

“It’s nothing.” Chris said looking down.

“Chris. I’ve known you long enough to know when something’s wrong.” He said stopping and looking at her.

“It’s just he…he makes me feel so strange. It’s like he knows something I don’t.” She said stopping and turning to him.

“I know how you feel,” Roian said. “He’s always looking at me in a strange way. It’s like he’s watching me all the time.”

“Yeah. There’s something strange about him.” Chris agreed.

* * * * *

They didn’t say anything until they reached the festival. There it was different. The more time they spent together the more comfortable Roian felt around Chris and she seemed to calm down as well. They spent most of the time looking at the different booths. Soon they came up to a booth with a sign that read “Archery”.

“An archery contest! You should try.” Chris said grabbing his arm

“I don’t know.” He said. He was the best archer in the village, but the man running the stand was from the city and obviously wouldn’t know about him.

“Come on give it a try.” She said looking at him with he blue eyes.

“Well, ok.” He said and they walked over to the man running the stand. Roian handed him some money. “I’d like to try.”

“Aren’t you a little young? Well, I’m not the one to stop you.” The man said handing a bow and five arrows to Roian. “The rules are simple. You get 5 arrows. The colors on the targets are worth points. The green is worth five points. The colors gain five points as it reaches the bull’s-eye. Bull’s-eyes are worth 20 points. The current high score is 90.”

“Which is my score. I don’t think someone like you could beat that, farm boy.” Said a large man who was obviously from the city by what he was wearing.

“Can I use my own bow?” Roian asked ignoring the man and taking his bow of his shoulder.

“I don’t see why not.” The man running the stand said. “But our bows our brand new. I don’t see why you would want to use that old thing.”

“It’s not the weapon. It’s the one using it.” He said as he walked over to the targets.

“This should be good.” The large man said to the group of people he was there with.

Roians put arrow on his bow and stock his tong out as he aimed. He let the arrow fly and it the center of the bull’s-eye. He did the same with the other 4 arrows. He then walked over to the counter.

“So, what do I when?” he asked.

“H-here.” The man said in shock and handed him some money. He obviously didn’t think Roain would get such a score.

“Thanks.” Roian said then turned to Chris. “Want to go get something to eat?”

“Sure. See I told you, you would do great.” She said smiling.

He put the money in his pocket, not bothering to see how much he won. He then walked over to Chris and they started to walk away.

“You look amazed, city boy.” Roian said as he walked by the large man.

“Watch it farm boy.” He said as he walked away with the group.

This is pretty good. I'll be around to read more of it.

I think the only thing I would tell you to work on is spelling some of the words, but it seems as with your newest chapter you spelled most of the stuff correct. Keep up the good work.

Thanks. Sorry about that. Spelling isn't my best point.

Chapter 4! Hope you enjoy it.

Chapter 4: Under the Night Sky

“Where did he get off calling me farm boy?” Roian said as the two walked through the festival. “I’ve never even been on a farm.”

“You should be careful though.” Chris said looking at him. “Picking fights with people from the city isn’t wise.”

“Yeah, I know. But I wish they didn’t treat us like this,” He said looking down.

“I know how you feel, but they’re bigger and older than us. I don’t want to see you get hurt.” Chris said.

“Let’s just forget about it. What do you want to eat?” He asked.

They had walked into an open area in the forest of tents. All around the clearing there where food stands, each serving a different food. Chris looked around at all the different stands. The smells of all different foods swept over her.

“There are so many choices.” She said with a big grin. “I can’t just pick one.”

“Then let’s get some of everything.” Roian said pulling out the money he had one and counted it. *300 gold. That’s more than I thought it was.”

“Do we have enough? We used most of the money Grandma gave us and she told us to only use that much.”

“What Neina doesn’t know won’t hurt her.” Roian said walking up to the nearest stand.

There was food from all over Enderea and they got some of everything. Spiced rice, fried fish, and pumpkin pie where just a few. After buying them they went to a small cliff outside of town and ate.

“I can’t eat any more.” Roian said falling to the ground.

“That’s a surprise. You’re always hungry.” Chris said lying down next to him and looking up at the sky.

Roian looked at her and then around the area. He remembered playing here with his brothers. Hiding amongst the rocks and skipping stones in the nearby river. The memories brought a smile to his face. Chris looked over at him.

“You’re thinking about when we where kids, aren’t you?” She said sitting up.

“Yeah, but that was a long time ago.” He said still smiling like a little boy. Chris sighed and looked over at the Spiritual Tree. He sat up and looked at her. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing. It’s just the tree.” She said in an almost sad voice. “It was going to bloom this year.”

“It is strange isn’t it?” He said looking into the branches.

They looked at the tree in silence for a few minutes. Then they both sighed and Roian looked at her.

“I wish it would bloom. I wanted to see the blossoms. They’re said to be the most beautiful thing in the world.” Chris said looking down.

“No way is that true.” Roian said stubbornly.

“How can you say that?” Chris said turning to look at him.

“You’re prettier than any stupid flower.” He said turning his head so she wouldn’t see him blushing.

Chris just laughed. Roian loved her laugh. To him it was the most beautiful sound he had ever herd. He turned back to her and she planted a kiss on his cheek. His face burned bright red and he felt a tingle in his right hand where the scare was. This made her laugh again and he blushed harder. Chris stood up and grabbed his hand.

“Let’s go back to the festival.” She said smiling.

“Yeah.” Roian said standing up.

They walked back to the festival together. It was almost midnight and they would have to go home soon. They wanted to make the most of the last few minutes left in the night. They spent the whole time searching the booths again. It was just as fun the second time, but they had to go.

* * * * *

The walk home was short, shorter than it should have been. It seemed like the night had gone by to fast. When the reached the house, they said good-by. Chris went in before Roian so she could talk to Neina alone.

He waited for five minutes, and then went to open the door, but something caught his eye. He turned around in time to see a hooded figure doge down one of the side street.

*Who was that?* he thought. He went to fallow, but Neina called his name from inside.

He walked through the door into the kitchen. Chris had already gone to her room for the night. Neina sat alone at the table looking at him.

“Have fun tonight?” She asked.

“Y-yeah. Where’s James?” Roian asked closing the door behind him.

“He went out. Why so concerned?” Neina asked tilting her head up and giving him a suspicious look.

“No reason. It’s just the first time, other than this mourning, that he wasn’t here,” He said. “Well, I’m going up.”

“Good-night.” Neina said still looking at him.

Roian went up the ladder and into his room. He put his bow next to his bed and took of his tonic, boots, and gloves. He went over to the window to shout the curtains, but the same figure dashed down another street. He was curious as to who it was and what it was doing sneaking around at night.

He swung his feet out the window and climbed down the vines growing on the side of the small house.

Wow two chapters in one day! Hope you guys like it. Tell me what you think.

Chapter 5: Figure in the Darkness

Roian ran through the dark streets, looking for the dark figure. Every once in a while he would duck behind something to avoid being seen. He could hear the music coming from the festival. It would go on until the sun came up and then start again when it went down. That was the way it always was.

He turned a corner, and then ducked back around it. The figure was standing in the shadows a few feet away. Its hood turned from side to side as if looking for something. Then it walked toward Roian. He held his breath and pressed against the wall, trying to stay hidden.

As the figure passed it stopped and turned in his direction. Through the shadow in the hood, Roian could see two dark eyes. They didn’t reflect any light, as if they where black holes. It reached into it’s pocked and pulled out a knife. A small amount of air escaped Roian’s lips as the knife flew at him.

Without even thinking he closed his eyes and moved his right hand in front of him. He felt a tingle of pain in his hand as he caught the knife in midair. He opened his eyes and stared at the knife in astonishment.

The figure stood there as if in shock. Then it ran at him. He jumped out of the way as it swung a punch at his head. The punch smashed into the wall and the wall crumbled. The shockwave blew the figures hood off, revealing long red hair. It was a young girl, somewhere in her late teens or early twenties. She turned to him. Her face was expressionless. Her eyes unfeeling moved to his chest where the necklace was giving of a soft glow.

“Give that to me.” She said in an emotionless voice.

“Well, because you asked so nicely…no.” He said sarcastically.

*She’s after this?* he thought looking at the stone and then at the destroyed wall *and she can do that? This could be bad. Maybe I should run.*

“Stupid boy,” She said still not showing any emotion. “I’ll give you one more chance. Give it to me.”

“You’ll have to catch me first.” Roian said and the turned and ran.

He didn’t know how fast this girl was, but he had to get away from her. This necklace was his and he wasn’t going to let it go. He had always cherished it, because it belonged to his mother, but now, for some reason, he felt even more attached to it.

He ran through the village with the girl chasing him. He couldn’t shake her no matter what he did. Soon he reached the old crumbling remains of a wall that marked the boundaries of the village. Long ago it had been used to protect the village, but now, in this time of peace, it only marked the end of the village and the beginning of the forest around it. He would be able to lose her outside.

Roian jumped over the wall. It wasn’t very high, only about 2 feet tall. As he landed a large chunk of sharp ice hit his shoulder and her fell forward and rolled into a tree. He sat up and rubbed his head. Then he turned to the girl who had jumped over the wall and stood a few feet away from him. He could see her better now that they where in the light. She was wearing a blue shirt and black skirt. There was a gauntlet on her right hand that seemed to be fused into her.

She extended her hand. A ball of water appeared in it and then stretched out and froze into a spear.

“No more running,” She said. “Give that to me or…”

She stopped almost frozen in shock, her eyes fixed on his right hand. Roian sat there confused. He fallowed her eyes to his hand and stared blankly at it. The scare on his palm had grown to cover his entire hand, glowing devilishly. It grew farther up his arm and the glow strengthened.

The girl had snapped out of her shock and threw the spear at him. He looked up just in time to doge it. A burst of pain came from his shoulder where he had been hit before. He put a hand up to it, only to see that he was bleeding.

The girl looked at him. Her face remained emotionless, but shock still showed in her eyes. She looked over her shoulder and then back at him.

“We’ll keep in touch.” She said coldly, then vanished.