Father Sword

Danger in the Streets

Guards from all over were charging us down. Everyone in the city was. I figured none of us would make it out alive. My heart pounded, my legs ached. I couldn't keep up the pace for more than five minutes.

We eventually maneuvered the guards however and made it into the streets.

Now, I expected a plethora of things. Silent houses, people marching, people scrounging the place for the three of us. But, no. That wasn't what I saw at all.

People were in a fully-fledged battle, iron with iron. There were no clear sides as to who was what, but I got the picture pretty quickly.

The rebellion had begun.

I climbed onto the top of a house and some troops saw me. Magnum and Degre climbed up, adrenaline pumping.

I got my father's sword and gripped it tight in my hand, ready for some action. They deserved it. For torturing Noctis, shoving Degre around, forcing me to execute Magnum. It was horrible. And they needed to pay.

My anger had been bottled up for too long, ever since seeing Noctis being tortured in the dungeon. They deserved it. Bellum was horrible. No, Acri was horrible. And she would pay.

I swung my father's sword high in the air, and then I saw Noctis.

I fainted and fell to the ground, just being caught by Degre.

She had her claws outstretched, using them as a weapon. The people around her teamed up with six troops facing her, ready to kill.

I slid down onto the ground and sprinted with all my might towards the troops, but I didn't have to. She had already slashed them in the face with scars from her werewolf claws. All of them fell to the ground. My hair stood straight up in amazement. In only a single second, she took down six people.

She and two other rebels ran up to me. I was going to hug her, but she looked at my sword and turned away, facing Degre. "A wizard rebel is getting everyone out of here. Get the king to him. He's in the blacksmiths over there. Go."

Immediately she ran from the scene, and I noticed her furry legs.

Magnum coughed a wad of blood out of his mouth and it dripped onto the floor. He was sick from the torturing.

Degre said, "Well, let's head in."

We all could have devised a better plan, but we all charged in and kicked butt. I tried to stay alive and defended myself, but Magnum was dying. He couldn't live much longer. Blood fizzed out of his mouth. Eventually, Degre carried him and we charged.

I saw the blacksmith in the distance. Two doors down. I just had to get there and the battle would be over.

Someone dressed in maroon lunged at me, disarming my sword from my hand. Degre was dragging Magnum away, so I was on my own. I gasped and wheezed for air, but I noticed. He had a slingshot and no rocks. Brawn it is.

Adrenaline coursed through me and I slammed my elbow against his stomach, giving me just enough time to squeeze through and pick up my sword.

The slingshot soldier leaped up and charged me down. I sprinted with all my might. Degre and Magnum were somewhere. No need to know. I just had to get to the blacksmith.

I turned around and saw that the slingshot man had disappeared. Then, in the distance, Degre grabbed three Bellum soldiers at once and threw them into the houses. At his feet was Magnum, with a knife in his chest.

I raced towards the dying man. I swung my sword at the soldiers of death. They were murdering.

But so were we.

Degre finally shoved them all away and we picked him up, one on each side to the blacksmith. Just get in and Magnum would live.

I opened the door and we set him on the ground. Magnum looked into my eye and said softly, wheezing, "You can do it, Ribus. I know you can." He smiled. Not an evil grin like before, but a kind smile. A happy smile.

His eyes shut and he moved no more.

I looked at his bare face, all emotion swept away from his body. He was innocent. And he was dead. Everything was worse. Rebels were dying out there, and Magnum was dead. So what was the point?

I turned to Degre and he pointed to a man in the middle of the room carrying a staff. His beard was long, his head shaved bald. "Ribus, I know it is sad. Magnum is dead. You want to fight. But you have to get out of here."

I stood up and closed my eyes, ready for whatever would come.

"AFREY JO!"

I felt my body dissolve, limb by limb, until my whole body had disappeared from the room.