TSW: Chapter 69 – Monster Party

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Chapter Sixty-Nine – Monster Party

Far from the prying eyes of man, lost in the never-ending wilds of Canada’s outskirts, in a place animals dare not even roam, was a single cave among the rocks. It was an ordinary cave, but the contents within were what brought danger. Past the entrance, a tunnel descended, and then opened into a large expanse within, but it was far from vacant. Basic furnishings were set, from chairs to tables, and upon the walls were sconces that held eerie blue flames which emitted no heat.

Skello, as mostly skinless as he was, clicked along the stone with his skeletal feet, following along with a tap from the bottom of his scythe as a walking stick. The woman he was following, the one with purple hair, horns, and the rest, introduced herself as a demon. He pondered. Had he seen a demon before? He wasn’t sure. All he knew for certain was she must be really partial to purple, though he didn’t argue, as he felt the same.

“Not the most glamourous base, I admit. But you make sacrifices to get what you want. At least it’s bigger on the inside,” she said.

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TSW: Chapter 68 – Superstition Ain’t the Way

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Chapter Sixty-Eight – Superstition Ain’t the Way

“I had a feeling this would happen, but I’ve been too stubborn,” Old Yaga muttered and sighed. She lifted up a glass vial filled with a lime green fluid, and as she stirred it in her grip, it bubbled and steamed. There was certainly something special about her concoction.

“We have to convince them somehow,” Kevin said. “If you really want to help them, you don’t deserve to get burned like some kind of monster! Maybe they’ll listen to us.”

A pounding echoed out from the door. From outside came a voice they believed to be the woman from earlier—the same snappy attitude. Behind her words were murmurs from others. They couldn’t understand what they said, both from distance and a barrier of language, but they assumed the worst.

“Come out, Witch. We have lived with your black magic for long enough!” the woman shouted.

It was Kevin that answered the door. He pushed it open, and made his way out, while Deena followed behind him. He saw faces not of anger from the villagers, but of fear, and concern. The woman leading them stepped back but continued a judgemental glare towards the ginger samurai.

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TSW: Chapter 67 – Burn the Witch

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Chapter Sixty-Seven – Burn the Witch

The screen flickered. In that dark room, the only light came from the looming glow of street lamps sneaking between the closed blinds over the windows, as well as the television Kevin faced upon the couch. The scene was night, and a young man was stepping carefully down the street, beneath a clouded moon. There were no sounds beyond a wispy wind, nor were there people around, yet the character knew he was being followed. It was felt down his spine.

Sweat poured down Kevin’s brow. The music built, and he was on the edge of his seat, waiting for something to pop out. Tensions grew stronger. His heart beat quickly. Slowly, the character turned his head, and behind it was—

Suddenly, a hand grabbed Kevin’s shoulder, and he screamed like a girl.

At first, he thought it was a ghost, but when his heart stopped pounded at a rapid pace, his eyes focused, and he saw Deena looming behind his sofa with a blank face. Kevin fell to his side with a hand over his forehead.

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TSW: Chapter 66 – Donuts and Dragons

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Chapter Sixty-Six – Donuts and Dragons

The snow was dissipating earlier than usual, though that didn’t yet scare away the frigid breeze to make room for spring’s warm welcome. Now it was mostly light rain that coated the city in a sparkling mirror. Fortunately, the clouds were parting, and under the coming sun were birds fluttering by with their melody of whistling.

“These are the last of them,” Arlandria grunted with a hefty, damp box in her embrace. “You’re so strong, Renatta. You’re making me think I should be exercising more.”

“My mother trained me. And I am not even cheating by using you know what.

“You sound like you’re rubbing it in,” she muttered, but ultimately decided that Renatta likely didn’t have the ability to do such a thing. She sighed, and chuckled softly.

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TSW: Chapter 65 – Skin and Bones

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Chapter Sixty-Five – Skin and Bones

Once again, the crew sat around Deena’s home in an eager interim but it was one of leisure, as many of the stresses that plagued them had faded compared to the previous days. Eldrian had explained to them to the best of his ability what occurred that day. He said that his focus simply clicked, and he used the intense powers of the Ley Point to send Tyreth back from whence he came, but much of it was a blur.

Not only did he see the man and woman rise from the dead, but his vision was torn beyond comprehension of his own reality. He saw the front of his head before his own eyes, like a shadow casting forward, and he decided that maybe his memories of the event were skewed do to himself simply being unable to understand.

Arlandria finally approached them with her hands crossed politely in front of her waist. While they expected to see her garbed once more in her elven attire, she was wearing Earthen clothes instead.

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TSW: Chapter 64 – Power Overwhelming

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Chapter Sixty-Four – Power Overwhelming

Five rumps were resting upon furnishings in Deena’s living room. They were far from relaxed, no matter how comfortable the sofa was, because it was two twenty according to the clock that echoed with the clicking sound of a second hand. Not knowing was almost worse than a loss—how powerful was the Ley Point, would Eldrian be able to stop Tyreth from stealing it, what was happening now?

Kevin thrust up from his seat. “I can’t stand it! Why didn’t we go too?”

“I understand, though some battles do need finesse,” Daveon responded, and readjusted his cap. “Remember what we talked about weeks ago. It’s dangerous enough that this many wizards are in cahoots, so the last thing we need to do is charge into another country as an army. Next time, Kevin. Next time there’s a big demon stomping through the land, we’ll fight it together.”

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TSW: Chapter 63 – Dawn of the Final Day

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Chapter Sixty-Three – Dawn of the Final Day

The time for the Ley Point to appear was imminent. To one side, the American soldier with a bat and pistol stood near the bō-wielding man native to the country they were in. On his other, Noah and Tyreth were wielding blades of their own—the latter of course with the most unique weapon there, the Blade of Shadows.

All of them surely knew there was little time left, but at the same time, all were hesitant to be the first to begin what would only become a war. Hands squeezed triggers, gripped weapons, and Eldrian readied his hands. Eyes darted between one another with intensity.

Noah was different. His gaze never cut from Tyreth, and the elf knew that. He felt the spellbreaker’s hatred for him, and therefore, he knew he would act first.

His blonde cut swished through the air as he spun on a foot, and thrust his rapier in one swift motion towards the elf nearby, and at the same time, golden bands swirled around the blade to form a dazzling vortex of light. It unleashed a thin blast of energy, which fired like a bullet towards its mark. Sparkling Arrow!

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