Fifteen Journey - Chapter 29

Red and soulless eyes. That was what Rick had to beat.
Without hesitating, Annya started throwing away balls of energy to anywhere. Just for fun.
‘We gotta escape…’
“Let’s go!”
His friends followed him, except Ashley who was been brought by Fred’s machinery and Horous who was being carried. However, one of them didn’t reach the safe place.
“CASSEY!”
Cassey, in the end of the queue, turned behind her, only to see a blast heading straight to her. There was no time to run, no place to hide.
“I’m coming father…”
She closed her eyes.
A metallic sound echoed in her ears. Thynia had diverted the blast by pulling it far away. However, she was now far away from Rick, which meant he had to go get it again.
“So close, wasn’t it?” Rick, smiling, grabbed Cassey and put her near the others.
“Don’t do that again! You could have got killed!!!”
That was her way to thank.
“We need an intelligent plan…” Fred started not to waste time.
“I know what we can do!”
“No!”
Everyone stared at Rick clueless.
“I don’t want you to battle!!!”
“But Rick-“ Mike disagreed.
“This is my battle, so let me do it for myself!”
“This is nonsense…”
The argument between the two friends ended right there. Dark spirits appeared.
“What the-“
The dark spirits took over the entire place. The ground was dark, so was nature. And, as part of nature, Rick was experiencing the horrible feeling of having dark forces calling him from inside his mind, while recalling his painful memories.
His mother’s death.
A child sat in a dark room.
His injured sister.
“…your dream?”
My dream… the dark voice echoed through his mind. Dark spirits? No, something else.
Rick opened his eyes used to the presence of darkness in his mind. The painful vision of his friends struggling against the dark visions, that was Annya’s work.
Annya was still freeing her power. However, it was obvious that she was been lead by all that power.
“What is…?”
That voice again…
But the enemy didn’t give him enough time to answer the spirits. Annya’s red eyes appeared in front of him and, using her hand, she created another dark blast.
“Bye, Rick Flaim.”
All I wanna do is close my eyes…

“What… what am I doing?”
Annya was staring at Rick’s corpse. Was it what she wanted to do?
But the corpse wasn’t the only thing covered by blood. Her hands were warm… and red.
“What is this?”
‘You killed him.’
“No…”
‘That is the truth.’
“It wasn’t me…”
‘You can’t change destiny.’
The closed her eyes. But tears wouldn’t come. She was too heartless.
“Is this what I’ve became?”

“Where am I?”
Everywhere he looked at, darkness was present. The painful feeling came again. But this time, it was different. It was created by him.
“Hello, Rick.”
Scared, Rick turned behind. It couldn’t be!
“Who… who are you?”
“That is easy to guess.”
“You are…”
“Yes, we are the same person. I am you…”
Rick was stunned. They looked exactly the same: the same brownish eyes, bad-behavioured hair, and same body figure, except from the fact that the guy was about eight years younger. The cloths weren’t also the same, the copy’s eyes were more… depressed.
“This can’t be!” Rick denied the truth.
“Maybe your right. My name isn’t Rick after all.”
“Why are you so young?”
“Hey, hey! One question on a time! Anyway, we’ll have lots of time to know each other. Let’s get to business.”
Rick just stared clueless at the new guy.
“Can I now your name at least?”
“Nick. That is my name.” he paused for a bit with his eyes sadder that ever. “Now, I’ve been given the opportunity to reborn you. However, there’s a big price you’ve got to pay.”
‘An opportunity to live…’
“What is that price?”
Nick breathed for a second.
“You’ll be cursed. I don’t know the nature of the curse, but it has to do with myself.” Nick answered.
“Sometime, I’m gonna die…”
“What is your dream?”
Rick stared at the questioner.
“What is your dream?” Nick asked again.
This time Rick smiled. Before being dragged to light, he answered.
“My dream is to clear all darkness in my world…”
Nick stared at the place where his counter partner had been before.
“Goodbye, my creator. We’ll meet again.”

Next Chapter:
I’m gonna live the most I can. – New power

Author’s note:
Hurray the brilliant chapter! I killed Rick (eheh)…
Anyway, sorry I took so long, I didn’t want to write at all…
This chapter and the next one conclude the first part of Fifteen Journey. However, there’s still Sixteen Journey and many more adventures.
One more thing: as you can see, I’ve got to change Dick’s name. It isn’t a really pretty name (couf, couf) and neither Rick or Nick’s name can be changed. I still don’t know want kind of course Rick’ll suffer but it is mean… hihihi…
Anyway, comment! It is an order!!!

That Night

Here it is: the second short story I've promissed you!
While the Strange Meeting was a British Council homework, this one was done in class with a partner (just as The Old Hotel, the very first short story I've posted).
In Strange Meeting, the only thing I had to do was to choose one of three different beginings (that's why I wrote it in the first person). In That Night, me and my partner had to follow a lot of instructions, such as incuding elements related to soup, chess, doctors and other crazy stuff in an horror story. You may now read what it all came to:

That Night

It was a freezing crazy night, and the city was covered with the leafs left from the end of that cold Autumn. Friday the 13rd would arrive just next day, in September 1993.
Tom Fisherman had just left his birthday party, and was driving to the city park. A thunderstorm was echoing through the city, as Tom's car was approaching the the city park.
As he had been drinking before, he couldn't find his way and went to the graveyard.
When he got out of his car, he found a witch staring at him.
'My name is Minastroni Soup. Please, don't go to that haunted mansion.' she sayd. Then, she picked up her broom and flew away. He picked a stone and threw it to the flying witch, but he was so drunk he failed.
He started to run to the mansion because he was too wet. When he got in, he found a ghost playing chess.
'Do you remember when you turned me into a ghost?' he asked with an evil voice. 'Now, you're going to pay for that. Checkmate!'
Then, Tom woke up. He was in an hospital surrounded by doctors. He had crashed into a tree when he was driving drunk. Two days later, he couldn't resist to the wounds and died.
Now, both of them (he and the ghost) could play chess forever in the haunted mansion.
He didn't Rest In Peace.

Strange Meeting

Here it is: the first of the two short stories I've promissed! If you'r kinda newby in Fifteen Journey, you may prefer to read those ones before trying the long stories.

Strange Meeting

We felt really excited as the ship sailed towards the harbour. I almost forgot the other people arround me, as the ship was fast approaching land. The sea was very calm, but my heart was a storm of emotion. I didn't know what to feel. I didn't know what to think... After so many years living with my uncles, I had finally found out that my dad is still alive!
When they told me that, they tried to explain that he was on a secret mission in the USA, and not even his own son could know that he was living. Even with that explanation, I just couldn't believe why they had lied to me during all these years, but at least I had an opportunity to see my father, now that the ship was anchoring in the New York City Harbour.
The ship finally stopped and some moments later it was possible to get out of it and touch the land. When I reached the exit, I looked again at the huge group of people that was waiting for the ship's crew members, trying to find my father, but I could only see unknown people talking or buying stuff for tourists.
I was going off the ship when a group of peopleshouted something very loud and the police started to run, chasingsomething I just couldn't see. I finally got out of the ship and started to search the crowd for my father again.
After a while, when I was thinking of giving up, someone grabbed my arm and started to run. First, it scared me, but then I looked at the person that had grabbed my arm. It was my father! I recognised him immediatly, because of the photos my uncles had at home. But something was wrong. Why were we runninglike that? He freed my arm and told me to run as fast as I could. When I saw the police running at us, I understood why were we running: it was because the police was chasing us! I ran faster abd overtook my dad.
Then, I heard some gun shots and someone near me crying in pain and falling to the ground. I ran even faster and, for a long period of time, I ran as fast as I could throught the streets of New York.
After a while, I stopped. There was no police, but no father, too. My heart beat faster, as I realised that the person who had been hit by the gun shot was my dad!

Dion - Chapter 3

Revelations… They are our essence, the thing that makes us learn, in which we believe. What if we discover the world we’re living in isn’t real?
Most of my memories have been taken by Dion, when she captured me to take information. However, in those occasions, I sensed her presence in my body, her spirit going through my memories searching for information that could help her. Yes, I have been a tool in her hands and I regret not be able to defend myself and let that information to wrong hands. In fact, I regret everything I did, I wasn’t able to control to feelings. If I hadn’t been so selfish…

“Who are you?”
Namid looked perplexed at me.
“What do you mean, who are you?”
“You aren’t like the other students. What are your aim?”
“You really are curious…”
“But!...”
“Need not to know.”
I shut up. Indeed, my curiosity was leading me too far. Asking silly questions… But she wasn’t normal. Namid was thirteen years old, younger three years from me. Her power was air, the power to control the wind and things of the sort.
“Just answer me one thing…” I started “Why are you always checking Her movements?”
“Look who’s here…”
I turned at the speaker. Gardn, my enemy.
“What do you want this time?” I asked annoyed.
“Oh, I need some practise. Wanna be beat once more?”
Yes, he hadn’t anything else to do.
“Bring it on.”
We didn’t even notice we were in the library. Our hands were already glowing power and preparing to battle. However, something happened. Gardn’s hands stopped emitting light and he grinned at both of us. Except me and Namid, the other students of the library were also acting strangely, just like mummies and heading to the exit. But is seemed that Namid already knew what had happened.
“My master is calling…” Gardn said with an evil grin in his face.

Dion was now in Pramiet’s office. How she hated that room, with strange artefacts and instruments. When she was little, once, she broke a jar using her powers, which made Pramiet full of anger. As long as he was the director, she must obey his orders.
“Dion, I don’t want any more students hurt, you should already know that. Otherwise, I’ll be forced to expel you…”
The reaction Pramiet wanted turned to become a grin. That perspective wasn’t uninteresting…
It was better to change subject.
“Let’s begin with your lesson…”
The boring lessons. Pramiet gave Dion a task which involved her mental capacity, and not her powers, as supposed. It was this way every lesson. This time, she had to copy a text about the harmonious sound of dolphins, the sea wisers.
She started bored. While she was writing, he was reading a book, as if her task was the most common thing.
“Master, why don’t we play a bit?” she asked grinning. Finally some action.
“Have you finished it yet?” he asked but still reading.
“It is your duty to teach me about my power.” She informed blowing the book in Pramiet’s hands in pieces.
He accepted her challenge. “But if I win…” he told her “you will obey firmly my orders and don’t ask questions.”
She grinned.
“What about… if I win… I’ll leave this shitty school to never come back… Accepted?”
‘That would mean…’
“I accept your challenge…”
He started using all his strength. A blast of magic was heading straight to Dion’s head.
‘Won already?’
No. The blast exploded in a shelf near Pramiet. Dion had diverted the blast’s way.
“Is that the best you can do?” she asked blowing her hands covered by light magic smoke.
However, the light power turned to have a strange effect in Dion. Being exposed to light, her body collapsed. The body, it hurt. Was she dying like this?
Pramiet approached her, worried about her student. However, he didn’t even touch her. Before he could do that, she screamed and let all her power free. The gloves which were controlling her power failed. She was out of control. Before faiting, Pramiet sensed the darkness destroying all his soul. This was the ultimate power.
Her head was hurting, her arms were full of power to free. Indeed, it happened. Pramiet’s office was now destroyed and it wasn’t finished yet. Fortunately, Dion’s inner battle to control her body was won. She was now staring at her own work, at where her own power had leaded her.
“So much things need to be done…” she said with a grin.

Next Chapter:
What is going on? Who is Namid?

Author’s Note:
I finished programming Dion and I guess it will take longer than what I originally programmed. But it is better this way.
It is now that the real action begins. The next time you’ll hear from Dion, you’ll have tons of action to enjoy. By the way, sorry for this lousy chapter, but I want to finish this story as soon as I can. Please comment!!!

The Haunted Tower - Chapter 7

Sorry for the long wait, it's getting too difficult to write so many things in english... Whatever, there's the seventh chapter, full of mystery and some other stuff. It may sound a bit confusing, so just try to be pacient and read it carefuly ;)

Chapter 7:
Ikkam
It was dark. The tower had no windows, and the only light Eyodar could see was the fire of the tousands of candles arround the rooms. The tower seemed to be completely empty, but if what people at the street were saying was true, there were a lot of traps inside it. If all the rumors were true, there was even a "guardian", which could be a some kind of monster or another ghost.
However, those were just rumors and Eyodar had more important things to deal with than just wondering about monsters and ghosts walking arround that creepy tower. He continued his path trough the corritors, and soon found the first stairs to the next floor.
Hopefully, thought Eyodar, I won't have to climb to the very last floor of the tower...
When he started to walk upstairs, something happen: an enourmous lamp in the ceiling carrying hundreds of candles felt down and hit the stairs right in front of him. Eyodar hold his breath. If he hadn't hesitate in walking upstairs, he would probably be dead by now. How could that happen? The entire tower was in pure condition, and suddently a lamp near him felt as if it was dropped off by magic.
Magic...
Looking rebuked to his magical dagger, as if it was responsible for that event, he blamed magic for its strenght against non-magician people. He should be more careful from now on. He steped forward and tryed to pass through that huge amount of candles.
Those stairs were even bigger than what they seemed to be at the bottom floor. After a long and desperate moment trying to reach the end of the stairs, Eyodar noticed he wasn't already in the top of the tower. In fact, he hadn't climbed a fraction of the height of it! Furious about that place, he continued his research to find the next way to go upstairs.

After wat seemed to be an entire life walking arround that floor, something caught Eyodar's interest: there was a closed room. That was the first time he saw a room in that tower that had its door closed to the outside. He went there and tryed to open it. It wasn't locked. He got in.
This was the first room he saw with no light. All the candles that used to enlight the other rooms had no fire in this one. Eyodar realised that this room had something special to be so different. But what could it be?
He decided to walk through it, to see what was in the other side of the room. Perhaps the reason for those differences could be explained there.
She has eight eyes, thought Eyodar.
Wait... This is not right... How did I thought that? Who is she? How can I think in things I don't know? Something was wrong. Eyodar tryed to ignore that strange and sudden thought and continued his walking.
She is looking to me, he thought.
What? Those thoughts again! But who is she?! Am I losing my mind? Eyodar was now scared. However, there was something magic in that room that made him try to reach the other side and not give up. He continued, afraid of what could happen next.
Her name is Ikkam, he thouht, again.
Who's Ikkam? Why are those thoughts floating in my mind? What is happening with me?
Before Eyodar could think in those strange events, he realised he had finally reached the end of the room. Now, there was no light to show what was hidding there. However, somehow Eyodar knew it was the end of the room, and knew that there was something there. Something big...
Some dots apeared in the air. First, Eyodar thought it was an optical illusion, due to the darkness, but then he realised it was something reflecting the light of the candles far away. So, there was really something there!
The dots lighten up, and looked like eight floating red balls. Now, they had their own red light. As soon as the darkness dissapeared, Eyodar saw the outline of the thing in front of him. It looked like a huge spider, with three meters high. But... it was just impossible to be such a strange thing!
She is Ikkam, the big guardian. She is now going to kill me.

Fifteen Journey - Chapter 28

“Stop pulling me off!”
“Shht, be quiet!” Kane whispered.
And there he was with Rick’s baby sister. But what for? We didn’t even have any necessity of doing that! But, as a average report, he was curious. However, he wasn’t capable of not allowing Rick’s sister to come along, so they were now stuck in the water-pipes of the fortress where the Tourch’s files where supposed to be. Due to his searches, he managed to find out old stories, in the last Tourch dispute, fifteen years ago.
Finally, they started advancing again. Slowly advancing…
“Are we there yet?” the impatient 10-year-old asked.
“No, be quiet!”
However, she didn’t want to quiet. Fortunately, they finally reached the room where the files were supposed to be.
“Let’s see…” Kane observed the map. “The files are supposed to be here…” he said advancing towards old furniture.
Kate, impatient, took out the files “I can help. Dad already taught me how to read!”
“Ok, you can help. But be quiet!”
She shook her head in agreement.
Kane opened the powdered drawer. After coughing a bit, he stayed there stunned.
“What’s the matter, big cousin?” the little girl asked in a silent mode.
“How are we gonna see so many files???” he said as quietly as his impatience permitted.
“Oh, well…” she checked the amount of paper “Better start!!”
She was too cheerful…
However, after hours of reading, the paper hadn’t appeared yet. The papers holding the report of last Tourch dispute… Where the hell where they?
Kate seemed tired too. It was too much for a little girl…
Kane was now holding a new file. Tourch… It was it! He had found it.
The search ended that moment, not due to Kane’s discovery, but because of a noise coming from outside the room.
‘Oh, no!!!’
Kane, as quickly as his sleeping legs permitted, brought Kate and the file close to him and hide behind a desk. Afraid a dispute could bear; Kane took out his knife and prepared himself. Kate was shivering with fear, feeling the evil arriving.
Indeed, someone entered the room and, after lighting the room, used his loud a soul-less voice.
“Show your faces or I’ll blow this room in pieces.”
Kane was stunned. How could he possibly know they were there?
“I don’t want to kill a toddler…” he said showing no emotion in his voice.
Kane joined forces to face him. He couldn’t put Kate’s life in danger.
Kane stood up and looked at the challenger. Somehow, he recognised the middle-aged man.

The battle was alive, Sloan didn’t want to lose. However, the enemy didn’t show any signs of fatigue, on the other hand, Sloan was losing power. But the secret weapon was still there. Time to use it…
The opponent was trapped inside a huge dark grey bubble, whose size was decreasing as time passed. Sloan’s opponent seemed surprised at first, but he then grinned, turning at the person who set the bubble, a really good looking and tanned girl. She was sweating and trying to gather her force to keep the guy in the bubble. However, she wasn’t capable of accomplishing her aim.
The opponent didn’t give enough time to Sloan to take advantage of the prisoner. He let go his force and quickly set him free of the tiny bubble. Sheila was stunned. So fast!...
Sloan was trapped. Sheila was breathing heavily and couldn’t help him. The opponent target was only Sloan, the only Tourch player around. Not any more.
The opponent called his magic to his hand and put the green-lighted power right in front of Sloan’s head. The power grew, now it was emitting electricity.
“Ten seconds…” the opponent grinned.
Nine…
Eight…
Seven…
“I…” Sloan started.
Five…
Four…
Three…
“…quit…”
Two…
One…
The blast occurred. Sloan was lying in front of the winner.
“Sloan!!!” Sheila shouted.
“He’s alive.” The opponent affirmed. “I expelled the power permitting the blast to only target his shoulder.”
In fact, it was the only part of Sloan’s body bleeding.
“You’re my master now…”
“Sloan?” Sheila asked to confirm if Sloan had spoken.
The loser painfully sat in the sandy land.
“Say whatever you want me to do, I’ll follow you always, my master…”
The winner grinned again.
“Defeat who else hasn’t been beaten yet. That is my order.”
Sloan agreed. In a second, the winner disappeared.
“What do we do now? Follow his orders?”
“Yes, Tom Moan, number 1 of Tourch, is my master…” he declared.

Next Chapter:
“My dream is to clear all darkness in my world…” – Black Reflection

Author’s Note:
Hiya! Sorry about not writing about Rick journey, but I really had to clear these two points out. Next two chapters will conclude the battle against Annya, I am sure of that.
But the school is starting already! It was only yesterday that I went on holiday!!! I am starting to hate holidays for passing so fast…
Anyway, comment!

Butterfly Mystery - Chapter 10

No way!
There she was, waiting for the game to start. Soccer wasn’t definitely her sport. She already knew who had sent her the card, her detective skills were telling her, but how did he managed to find where her locker was?
The tier was starting to fill up. The loudspeaker was now introducing the players. And there he was, no mistake. But why did he invite her? Was it a way to thank her?
“Excuse me, ma’am. Has this place been taken?”
Martha looked at the speaker. He was carrying a cap, but he seemed awesome inside it.
“Uhm…no. Please…” she said between blushes.
The youngster sat right near her. His cap was hiding his eyes; she really wanted to see them. The match eventually started. It was between schools: Westminster, Martha’s college, and Liverpool. He was behaving well, though. The cap boy was too observing someone.
“You are watching the one who’s in the attack, aren’t you?” Martha replied with a grin in her face.
He seemed surprised but smiled too.
“Yeah, he’s my roommate. How about you?”
“Oh, I’ve been invited…”
“Who invited this pretty girl before me?”
Martha had to lower her face. Oh, the heat!
“I think is that guy over there…” the boy turned at the referenced player, who had just been robbed a ball “He’s not very experienced, though…”
“Right…”
Then, she noticed someone else. Could he be…?
‘Na, gotta change lenses…’
She had been waiting the whole ten minutes to ask him this question.
“Why don’t you take off your cap?” she asked still blushing. Would the beautiful guy reveal his face?
The boy turned around to check his surroundings.
“Can’t, there’re too many girls…”
‘Too many girls???’
The conversation ended there. Martha was still deadly curious, but being quick wasn’t the best option. Maybe… ah, couldn’t be… She finally heard the sound announcing the break. Westminster was losing 1-0. Was there any chance left?
The cap boy stood up and turned at Martha.
“Well, I gonna check my player. Wanna come?” She agreed embarrassed.
They left quietly the bench and advanced towards the change rooms. The team was still leaving the field and a muscled guy advanced towards the place where Martha was.
“So, what do you thought?” he asked the cap boy.
“You’re getting better.” He said smiling and punching him friendly in his chest.
“Oh, take that thing off!” the soccer player took off the cap of his friend’s head.
‘Oh, crap!’
Martha had never seen such a beautiful face. The guy was perfect, the emerald eyes fitted perfectly with the huge smile he was always hearing, his nose was thin enough to exist in harmony and the unordered and brown lighted hair. Somehow, he was perfect.
Yes, she had already seen him, the day she had met the Security department.
“Sorry, pretty, this is Paul. My roommate and best friend.”
“Don’t say such things, you’re embarrassing me!”
She was supposed to present herself, but the words weren’t able to come out. The only words in her mind were related to the cap God, she had stick with him.
‘Wake up!’
Weird, she had already sensed that sensation.
“Hi, ahm, I’m Martha…” she said blushing and presented herself to the two guys.
“Pretty, I’m Henry…” Dreamy name. “I just gonna chat with this guy here. See ya!”
She waved at him, not noticing her heart beating fast. He had called her pretty.
“You have already started chasing guys, huh?”
The one she wasn’t expecting appeared.
Brian, the guy she had met the day she arrived. Ok, a very good-looking guy, but Martha regarded him as her rival.
“So what?” she asked sarcastically.
“Nothin’, just beware of your brother. But I guess it’s okay, he already has an almost girlfriend…”
‘What?’
“Don’t stare at me that!” he ordered with a pleasured smile “Just ask him!”
Can’t be! He can’t have a girlfriend… can he?
Brian felt he had already spoiled everything. He sighed and advanced towards the changing room.
“But, that guy you just met is right, you really are pretty…”
He disappeared after winking at her. Men, she was blushing too much for a day… However, she hadn’t still seen who she wanted. But after a while, he appeared.
The view was just clumsy. The coach was shouting at him and spreading his anger through the boy’s body. He was already chilling. Finally, the coach finished his speech and ordered him to enter the change room. Martha felt sorry for him, but he totally forgot about it when he saw her.
“So, what do you though?”
Dave was looking hopeful at her. What to say?
“Ah, well, keep practising and you’ll be a great soccer player!!”
“Really?!!!”
‘Telling lies isn’t as comfortable as it seems…’
“So, why did you invite me?”
This time, Dave was the one who blushed.
“Oh, well, to thank you…”
“I guess you paid your debt, but if you ever have a problem, tell me!” she winked at him.
“Ahm… Martha…”
“Yes…” it was the first time he had called her by name.
“Do you… you…”
“I what?”
“Do you have… a…”
“What? Spill it already!!!”
“DO YOU HAVE A BOYFRIEND?”
Boyfriend…
“Nothin’, just beware of your brother. But I guess it’s okay, he already has an almost girlfriend…”
She had to speak with her twin. And, forgetting Dave, she ran towards the school.
“What the…?”
She had left him without answer.
“Why does this only happens to me???”

Next Chapter:
Jack’s girlfriend and Martha’s feelings. The twin relation.

Author’s Note:
I’m back!!! I learned more things about the Butterfly Mystery Universe and other loads of things. Expect perfection, from now on! :)

Butterfly Mystery - Chapter 9

It was the middle of October. The brown leaves had already fallen to the ground and the younger students spent their time making, with the leaves, that characteristic sound of autumn.
Martha was now in the schoolyard watching the seventh-grade playing. She had felt already she needed winter clothes, so she was wearing them. While rubbing her hands to warm them, she saw who she wanted to see. Mandy was heading for her.
Mandy didn’t say anything, though. Martha understood, she knew her sister like no one else. But Mandy, who was regarded as cool, was normally calm and quiet. However, today, she seemed agitated, something serious was bothering her: the nails she was biting, she had never had that behaviour.
Martha stayed quiet. Mandy had to tell her problems without asking for it. But she didn’t have to wait much more.
“This school is consumed by something evil. There is something strange. Some people are just too selfish to understand what is really going on. And the director won’t do anything…”
“Maybe he just doesn’t feel anything…”
“He’s not human, you say…”
Martha was embarrassed.
“Anyway, there are some mysteries behind this prestigious school.”
“Tu es doué pour sentir les choses…”
“Et tu es doué pour les découvrir…”
“Ok, sis, I’ll keep my eyes open. Take care, ok?”
Mandy smiled and raised her wrist to her. Martha raised it too and vanished inside the building.
“Oh, the brown leaves…” Mandy whispered.

Another class, Monday morning.
Martha was entering the classroom. The bell hadn’t rang it, it lasted ten minutes. But the students weren’t sharing a good ambiance.
In the middle of the room, everyone was yelling at each other. Discord was winning. As fast as she could, Martha grabbed the teacher’s reed and hit it in the board provoking a loud sound. Every student turned at her.
“Can you explain what the hell is going around here?”
Some were sorry, others seemed indignant with Martha’s intervention. But one was with a provocative smile.
“Wanna compete against me?”
Jessica, the stylish of class, blond hair and green eyes, and the most beautiful girl they had there was challenging Martha.
“What’s the competition about?”
“Class delegate.”
Martha gasped. No time for that. No, not since the talk with her sister.
“Who are the other participants?”
“Oh, just Greg, that dead fly…”
‘Greg?’
Greg, a little sized boy, using glasses, just like Martha, was reading a huge book in one side of the class. Martha never thought of him as one candidate but what choice did she had?
“Hey, Greg!”
He pretended he hadn’t heard a thing, surprisingly blushing. But after so much calling, he decided to give her attention.
“You wanna win the elections, right?” she asked.
“I’ve got no chance…”
She slapped him.
“You gotta believe in yourself! That is the only way to succeed. I’ve been observing you for a while…” he blushed again “And I know you have the capacities to win this thing. I support you, and I’ll convince other people that you are the best choice for our delegate. How about now? Still wanna give up?”
He stayed stunned at her. There was still hope, after all.
“Ok, missy, lets do this.”
Right in time. The teacher had just passed trough the door.
Each candidate had right to one speech. Jessica was first.
Martha had never being bored that way. Jessica was continuously checking her paper: she wasn’t speaking, she was reading. By the end of the paper, everyone clapped and cheered, the torture was over.
Greg’s turn. However, he didn’t seem wanting to speak. He then turned at her. She was smiling and raising her wrist at him. He smiled, not bothering with what the people around him could think. She was supporting him. That was enough.
Without any paper, he made his speech. The crowd’s heart was taken and caressed by him; the purity of words he had chosen was refreshing.
“…let’s not say what I should do but what we all can do. We can even change the world…”
‘That is true… I’ll find the mystery behind these walls…’
The crowd clapped with emotion. No need to say who won, that is obvious. Jessica was angered, the glassed one had won.
Greg spent the rest of the day following Martha and thanking her. In a way, it was funny, in other, it was a completely nuisance. They were now in front of Martha’s locker.
”What can I do in exchange?!!” he asked almost crying.
“For starting, you can-”
She was interrupted by a letter coming from inside the locker. Who was it from?

Next Chapter:
Mysterious letter leads to God, but who send it?

Author’s Note:
Hurray! Holidays!!! Feel Freeeeeeeeeeee!!!
Here it is, another Butterfly Mystery chapter. About the big mystery, it will only appear after the characters are all presented, and we need to know another one better. But I promise you, you will like when the real action comes. Comment!! I beg you!!!

Fifteen Journey - Chapter 27

“That would be suicide!”
“So, what do you suggest?”
“Anything but that!!! What about Ashley???”
“Would you just be quiet?!!!” Cassey ordered.
Fred and Mike eventually shut up.
“Rick, what do you think?” she asked.
‘I don’t want them to battle.’ Rick was lost in thoughts.
“Rick?”
“Ahm, uhm, what are you talking about?”
“We are trying to get a plan to defeat that Number 5 bastard and you are SLEEPING???” Mike was furious.
“So what? I must be full healed…”
The argument went on through the night finishing only with sleep. Annya seemed to be spreading discord everywhere she went. But Rick wanted to end that that night.

‘Can’t sleep…’
The distortion in Cassey’s head was worrying. Last day’s events were still bothering her. Rick was a good fighter, she knew that, but magic can’t be defeated with a sword. That meant they couldn’t defeat Annya.
She stood up and went out of the tent to breathe some fresh air. Once outside, she headed to the river to wash her face with pure water. The water wasn’t totally pure, but it satisfied her necessities.
Her hands headed once again to the moon-lighted waters but a silhouette hid the moon. Scared, Cassey stood up only to find a male from her age staring at her in the other side of the river.
“Who… who are you?” she felt her skin shivering with fear.
He didn’t stop smiling.
“I’m a Tourch player, just like you…”
“Wha-“
“Sorry, but I’ve gotta go now…”
He vanished in the middle of the forest. Cassey just stood there staring at the place where she had last seen the smiling face. Without realising, she was blushing.
‘What am I thinking??? What about Rick…?’
Rick. She had to speak to him. That was no way to treat a girl.
She went back to the camp lost in her thoughts. Once there, she noticed the fire was still lighted. The slight warm light was illuminating the short glade. She was in front of Rick’s tent.
‘Already?’
Courage…
Without hesitating, before repentance, Cassey entered the small tent were Rick were supposed to sleep. However, it was empty.
“Rick?”
Instead of him, a letter was lying in Rick’s pillow. He had vanished.

‘I can’t put my friend’s life in risk…’
Rick was running, following the dark perfume spread by Annya. He also hoped to find Ashley, who risked her life for them: Rick owed that. Eventually, the fragrance became intense, she was near.
Rick collapsed contorting with pain. That mischievous power was consuming his life, draining it. He slowly got by his foot again, and continued his painful trip. Once he got used to the sensation, he managed to walk faster, to save Ashley and finish once for all. But as long as we walked, the more pain he had to support. His hope was finally increased when he saw someone ahead.
Ashley was covered by black spirits, not allowing her to make any efforts. Her face was pale and, for a moment, Rick thought she was dead. But hope kept him calling her.
“Ashley!”
She managed to open her eyes.
“Rick?...”
“Yeah, don’t-”
“GET OUT, IT’S A TRAP!!!”
“Wha-”
Ashley spirits surrounded Rick body too, kepting him prisoner. The more he fought, the tighter the spirits kept him. Eventually, Rick stopped fighting. It seemed useless.
“Look who’s here…”
Rick raised his head with effort. In fact, it wasn’t even necessary to look, her presence made the pain increase. The cold eyes that regarded him with pleasure. Yes, squishing another bug would be a pleasure to her.
Approaching, she prepared a power blast to finish him off right in front of his head.
Charging… The blast was becoming bigger.
“This should be strong enough…”
“No!...”
“Bye, Rick Flaim.”
“NOOO!!!”
The blast was miraculously diverted. Rick had, with his fasten hands from behind, raised his sword till his head, so that it hit the power ball, making it disappear to the sky. Thynia was projected too, but Rick was safe.
“You…”
“Call me mister genius.”
“You won’t be able to survive another attack” she grinned preparing another blast.
‘I’ll be able to survive…’
This time, surprisingly, Annya was projected after receiving a kick in her face.
“What are you planning to do with our Rick?” a female voice asked amused.
‘I never thought Cassey would be able to kick that strong!’
Indeed, there was Cassey. After her, Fred and Mike came too, one by one, so did Horous, who went to check Ashley.
“Are you ok, dude?”
‘What’s your name?…’
“That was close!”
‘Oh, you don’t have to say it if you don’t want to…Wanna play?’
The scene, the memories evading her mind, the time she didn’t want to recall, it all came in one moment. The four youngsters sharing the moments she had never experienced.
‘Why…?’
‘Put yourself in a safe place, ok?’
“Let’s beat her!”
‘…does it have to be this way?...’
“WHY???”
Annya lost control of her power. Dark spirits flew everywhere and the floor lifted. The four youngsters sensed the terrible feeling of being in the middle of darkness while Ashley and Horous contorted with fear.
‘Why…?’
She screamed. A scream that could be heard by everyone nearby. Then, she opened her eyes, whose colour was now red. The battle had now begun.

Next Chapter:
“This is my battle, so let me do it for myself!” – Black reflection

Author’s Note:
I think that this is the chapter with the best written parts in Fifteen Journey. The part with Cassey is just brilliant, I can sense it, I had never written something like that. As for the rest, I kinda like this last part, it shows the effects f the power.
Sorry if this chapter is too long but, believe me, I was thinking of making it longer!!! Anyway, comment!!! Pleaseee!!!

Fifteen Journey - Chapter 26

She was surrounded by dark. Dark hair, dark eyes, dark heart. Her clothes escaped the rules, but that could not take the fear Rick felt for her. She headed straight to the stairs that headed to the stage without looking at the two occupants of the room.

Yes, that was the perfect way to describe Annya. Since the day Rick first saw her, Annya didn’t change a bit. She was staring caringless at him, he was another bug to crush… after all, this was a bug hunting.
The spider stricked for real. The other four youngters were too stunned to reactions. Rick had just time to receive the attack. He was dragged some metres away, hiting heavily a huge tree.
“What the…”
She quickly approached him. He only had time to unfold Thynia and use her to escape her attack. The two opponents measured strengh: on one side, Annya, who used mainly speed to escape Rick’s attacks, avoiding, somehow, to use her real powers, and, on the other hand, Rick, who tried to hit his nemesis with Thynia’s help, but without any success.
“No… no…”
Ashley was hopeless watching the scene from apart. None of the other ex-players could help Rick neither: the battle was so fast that Rick could be easily hit.
It was all part of a plan…
Rick was getting tired and hopeless; none of his attacks had been sucessful. Annya was always jumping and escaping the attacks he was striking. Unfortunately, it didn’t last forever. Without warning or seeing anything, Rick fell abruptly on the floor almost unconscious.
“No!!!”
Annya had finally used her powers. Her hand was now expiring some black powder, rests of magic.
‘Black magic… I’m doomed.’
It reminded everyone of the age before Horiond was created. A lot of magic (mainly black magic) was used to hurt Horiond’s ancestres. And now, it had reborned. Annya was a Horiond citizen, so, why was she using the magic of doom?
She didn’t give him more time: she wanted to finish this straigh away. Without realising, Rick was attacked multiple times in several parts of his body. He met pain once again, not allowing him to escape the powerful attacks. Annya was using her hand, glowing black light faster than before.
‘I can’t die like this…’
Hope was fanding since Thynia was dropped in the floor. Now, Rick could only receive the atacks. Was this the end?
His sight was cut by some strange powder. Cassey’s powder at last. Injured Rick felt warm hands bringing him to safety.
“Rick!” He slowly opened his eyes and met Cassey’s face.
“Why am I always saved by you?” he said smiling.
“No time to thank…” she replied.
Indeed, she was right. Ashley was using her art, a long woven band that kept Annya prisonner for some precious time. However, she quickly set herself free and projected Ashley out of the battle field. Fred and Mike avanced towards Annya. That should give Rick enough time…
What should he do? He was risking his friends life. No, it was no one’s business, it was his.
After bringing incounscious Ashley close to Rick, Cassey felt Rick hand grabbing hers.
“We’ll do this…”
The weks plans. The only option. But, what could they do? That was the best option.
“You must leave me here…” Ashley said breathing heavily.
“What? Do you know what you are saying Ashley?” Rick was pale.
“Annya knows where I’m going…”
“But…” Cassey objected.
“NO BUTS! Do you want to survive or not?”
Cassey was reluctant to accept her option but what choice did they have?
“Ok, girl, we’ll leave you here. But make sure we meet again, ok?” Rick caressed her head.
“Always.”
Their plan started. Cassey’s powder was once again used to block Annya’s sight while Fred and Mike were brought out of the battle field. The dusty air eventually disappeared, so did the four younsters.
Ashley was still lying against a huge tree.
“Escaping…”
Annya grinned. With her powers, she lifted Ashley and started her path till nowhere.

Next Chapter:
Annya seemed to be spreading discord everywhere she went. But Rick wanted to end that that night. – Rick’s decision

Author’s Note:
This chapter was done as fast as I could do, so it isn’t as good as the others. I’m also no good when it comes to describing action scenes, so I’ve been through another serious writer’s block. Someone heal me!!!
This is the first chapter where Annya speaks, don’t forget that. But Annya isn’t important till the beginning of Sixteen Journey so you can forget about this mysterious player. Have a nice holiday!!!

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