"How do we lure the bastards out?" Jethro shouted."
"Don't shout, Jethro," I hissed."
"Zaxl, any ideas?," J asked.
Instead of replying, he began to howl with the exact pitch of an actual bladefang. One came running out of the bushes excitedly, only to stop and growl when it saw that there was no mate for it. It charged right at us and met the sharp end of Zaxl's scythe. Its head flew clean off and blood spurted out of its neck. I was horrified, Jethro on the other hand, hugged Zaxl unexpectedly. Jethro hated hugs, so this was a shock to both Zaxl and me.
We proceeded to rip out a claw from the bladefang and I genuinely felt bad for it.
"What's next, Mother?" I asked, curious.
"Next stop is Banshee Mountain, I will teleport you there as I know you two are tired.
"Thank goodness!" Jethro shouted with joy.
"Ready?" she asked.
"Ready!" we both shouted from the top of our lungs.
We teleported to Banshee Mountain.
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The Amethyst Flame
FantasyThe village of Colmer is devastated by a plague. Its only hope is two brothers divided by their beliefs in magic. When Jethro ventures into the depths of the forest to find a wizard who can heal the village, Arthur is forced to find his brother befo...
