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.
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.
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.
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.”
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!
Chapter Sixty-One – Dawn of the First Day
The land around them was barren—lifeless. They hardly even heard a bird chirping in the sky, or saw a scorpion scurry between the rocks and shrubs. Eldrian wondered if it had anything to do with the event that would take place in only a couple days. They had the information they needed, so they ignored the eerie feeling, and both Arlandria and Eldrian continued through the desert with papers in-hand in order to discern the location of the Ley Point.
A crisp, burning heat came down from the sun directly over their heads. At night, a desert was cold, but in the day, it was like standing by a roaring flame. They fortunately dressed for the occasion—garbed in shorts and loose shirts, though it only somewhat helped. Sweat dripped down from their foreheads.
“Do you think Tyreth has already been here?” Arlandria asked.
“I do. I also think it won’t be only us on the final day.”
“This is starting to sound incredibly dangerous.”
“We don’t have much of a choice,” Eldrian stated. “Unless we want to risk perishing under Tyreth’s iron fist. And who knows who else wants the power? Some might want to stop him too, but we can’t really take that risk. So what do the notes say?”
Chapter Sixty – Rat Race
“An elf?” shouted one of the men at the table as he slammed his fist down upon it. “You were almost killed by an elf, even though you had the Blade of Shadows in your possession? Not only that, but you lost it. Do you have any idea how priceless that weapon is?”
Two figures sat, while the blonde-haired wizard stood with an expressionless face. His shimmering beauty was always present, yet he didn’t sparkle to the same degree as he usually did. He was defeated, and it showed.
“Again. I apologize,” Noah mumbled.
“You failed your country, Mr. Jackson. This mysterious elf clearly has an agenda. What if he’s working for Russia? Japan? He could be here to take us down from the inside, and one of our top wizards lost just like that.”
“I let my guard down. Give me another chance, and I’ll cut the smug grin right off his face.”
The other man spoke up. “Not only that, but your report says there’s multiple wizards living in Edmonton, yet you returned with only one.”