Fifteen Journey - Chapter 47
A/N: Getting to the end, people. *claps hands*
Actually, the original version of Fifteen Journey will be a lot different from what I’ve written so far. These last characters will be introduced sooner, so that you don’t forget them, and complicated chapters will turn easier to get. While I’m busy writing… COMMENT!
Chapter 47 - Defeat
“Morning…”
Sheila got up. Her tent was warm due to her body’s warmth so leaving the bed was a rather painful job. However, they were counting on her, so she couldn’t disappointed them.
As she got out of the tent, her blond and long hair flew with the wind. Her brown skin shinned with the sun’s light. She was finally prepared for the day.
Her partner was nowhere to be seen; neither had she wanted to wake her up, since she’d only be rejected. After lighting a fire, she heard some noises coming from the forest, which made her look and check what was happening. For her surprise, a tall teenager rose from his hide spot and spoke to her.
“I challenge you for… Wait, I’ve met you before, haven’t I?” he asked happily.
Sheila took a bit to recognise him. “Rick Flaim?”
“Exactly! What an awesome memory!”
But Sheila wasn’t as cheerful as Rick had originally met her.
“As you were saying…” she impatiently asked.
“Oh, I propose a Tourch’s dispute!”
Sheila smiled. “Accepted!” But she didn’t want to wake Elain up, so she opted to take care of the kids. “Six against one, huh?” she smiled.
Rick smiled in return. “I’m sorry…” And, having said that, Rick advanced towards Sheila to begin his attack. She did not strike or anything, she was just dodging. And with a bigger jump, she ran into her tent.
“Hiding, are we?” Rick grinned.
Suddenly, Rick was trapped in a dark bubble whose size was decreasing. Rick could see his surroundings as the bubble was transparent but he knew that when the bubble reached a small size, he would die. His friends were yelling, telling him to do something gestured by their hands, but he could not hear a thing. Before they could predict, Rick’s friends were absorbed by another bubble. Fortunately, Rick’s bubble stopped decreasing its size, since Sheila was having a hard time controlling both bubbles.
Rick kicked it hard, he tried to distract Sheila, he tried everything he could think of. However, when it seemed it was working, a teenager appeared. He had silver hair, a indifferent face, but Rick could still not hear what they were saying. Suddenly, Rick’s bubble popped and he was out of it, causing an unpleasant arrival in the ground. The silver-haired guy whistled and another feminine figure appeared. Before looking at Rick, she glanced at the other bubble, rather sad. And with a cold voice, Sloan spoke at Rick.
“It’s time for you to die…”
Rick smiled. Dying a second time would not suit him. He wanted to have a proper fate.
While, Sloan didn’t begin the attack, who began it was the girl who was called by the whistle, who used a bow and some arrows. As she used the first arrow, Rick changed its direction with his sword, but wasn’t able to change the second’s, as it made a scratch in his face.
“Stop crying, Elain, or your vision will become blurry.” Sheila warned still concentrated in keeping the other five teenagers’ bubble.
Elain, the bow user, wouldn’t stop crying but her aim was perfect: nine out of ten arrows got Rick, one of the nine was deep in his flesh. Sloan, who had started an invocation before, immediately stopped as he noticed Elain was taking care of Rick. He then turned at Sheila, giving her a ball of power.
“Kill the rest.” He coldly ordered.
After hearing that, Rick lost concentration and only had time to see one arrow coming exactly at his direction.
A cold and dark breeze evaded the place. The arrow was destroyed into dust and the dark bubble popped as well. After the dust rested in the ground, a dark figure, illuminated by the sun, appeared before them. It was Annya.
Before Sloan could invoke someone, Annya made a few power blasts, giving back the dust to the place. Now, a huge barrier was made between Elain, Sloan and Sheila, and Rick and his group.
What was Annya doing here?
Next Chapter:
“A true act of foolishness… Is that all you are capable of, Rick Flaim?” – Extra help
Actually, the original version of Fifteen Journey will be a lot different from what I’ve written so far. These last characters will be introduced sooner, so that you don’t forget them, and complicated chapters will turn easier to get. While I’m busy writing… COMMENT!
Chapter 47 - Defeat
“Morning…”
Sheila got up. Her tent was warm due to her body’s warmth so leaving the bed was a rather painful job. However, they were counting on her, so she couldn’t disappointed them.
As she got out of the tent, her blond and long hair flew with the wind. Her brown skin shinned with the sun’s light. She was finally prepared for the day.
Her partner was nowhere to be seen; neither had she wanted to wake her up, since she’d only be rejected. After lighting a fire, she heard some noises coming from the forest, which made her look and check what was happening. For her surprise, a tall teenager rose from his hide spot and spoke to her.
“I challenge you for… Wait, I’ve met you before, haven’t I?” he asked happily.
Sheila took a bit to recognise him. “Rick Flaim?”
“Exactly! What an awesome memory!”
But Sheila wasn’t as cheerful as Rick had originally met her.
“As you were saying…” she impatiently asked.
“Oh, I propose a Tourch’s dispute!”
Sheila smiled. “Accepted!” But she didn’t want to wake Elain up, so she opted to take care of the kids. “Six against one, huh?” she smiled.
Rick smiled in return. “I’m sorry…” And, having said that, Rick advanced towards Sheila to begin his attack. She did not strike or anything, she was just dodging. And with a bigger jump, she ran into her tent.
“Hiding, are we?” Rick grinned.
Suddenly, Rick was trapped in a dark bubble whose size was decreasing. Rick could see his surroundings as the bubble was transparent but he knew that when the bubble reached a small size, he would die. His friends were yelling, telling him to do something gestured by their hands, but he could not hear a thing. Before they could predict, Rick’s friends were absorbed by another bubble. Fortunately, Rick’s bubble stopped decreasing its size, since Sheila was having a hard time controlling both bubbles.
Rick kicked it hard, he tried to distract Sheila, he tried everything he could think of. However, when it seemed it was working, a teenager appeared. He had silver hair, a indifferent face, but Rick could still not hear what they were saying. Suddenly, Rick’s bubble popped and he was out of it, causing an unpleasant arrival in the ground. The silver-haired guy whistled and another feminine figure appeared. Before looking at Rick, she glanced at the other bubble, rather sad. And with a cold voice, Sloan spoke at Rick.
“It’s time for you to die…”
Rick smiled. Dying a second time would not suit him. He wanted to have a proper fate.
While, Sloan didn’t begin the attack, who began it was the girl who was called by the whistle, who used a bow and some arrows. As she used the first arrow, Rick changed its direction with his sword, but wasn’t able to change the second’s, as it made a scratch in his face.
“Stop crying, Elain, or your vision will become blurry.” Sheila warned still concentrated in keeping the other five teenagers’ bubble.
Elain, the bow user, wouldn’t stop crying but her aim was perfect: nine out of ten arrows got Rick, one of the nine was deep in his flesh. Sloan, who had started an invocation before, immediately stopped as he noticed Elain was taking care of Rick. He then turned at Sheila, giving her a ball of power.
“Kill the rest.” He coldly ordered.
After hearing that, Rick lost concentration and only had time to see one arrow coming exactly at his direction.
A cold and dark breeze evaded the place. The arrow was destroyed into dust and the dark bubble popped as well. After the dust rested in the ground, a dark figure, illuminated by the sun, appeared before them. It was Annya.
Before Sloan could invoke someone, Annya made a few power blasts, giving back the dust to the place. Now, a huge barrier was made between Elain, Sloan and Sheila, and Rick and his group.
What was Annya doing here?
Next Chapter:
“A true act of foolishness… Is that all you are capable of, Rick Flaim?” – Extra help
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