FF1 FF2

I awoke in the middle of the night, and rose slowly. Steve was asleep near the dim embers of the former fire, but he was the only one here. My body rushed with adrenaline and I scanned the area for Laura and Emma, but did not see them. I slowly walked towards Steve and jabbed my heel into his shoulder. His body rouse with almost inhumane speed and he slashed at the air in front of him, he looked at me and by the look on his ace I could tell that he was not only mad but confused.  

“We’re being watched, and or hunted.” I whispered.

“Ugh..” He groaned and held his dagger in a back handed style. The silver’s blade glinted and there was this harsh, scratchy sound that I couldn’t place it. My right side erupted in a large mass of pain and I sailed through the air, my nostrils burned with the smell of burnt flesh and I slammed into the ground mercilessly. Steve rolled forward in the nick of time to dodge my rag dolled foot when I sailed through the air. I growled and slowly got to my feet, forcing my body through the searing pain. My hands curled into the ground as I forced myself up and dirt found its way into my fingernails and a mound of it lay still in my palm. I managed to get to my feet while Steve scrounged up the supplies we had at our camp. He ran over to me hunched over and his eyes were wide with fright.

“We gotta go! We’re no chance for them especially now!” He gestured to my side and my face contorted. As much as I hate having to run from a fight, I had to on this one. I threw the dirt I had in front of us and formed a sad excuse of some cover to let us have an escape. We ran toward…what? I don’t know. It was definitely not back towards the mountain, that’s for sure. My side burned with pain at every step, and my throat went dry from the running, but we kept going. We heard yelling not far behind and that just drove us farther and farther.

“They’re not letting up!” Steve yelled through his gasps for breath.

“Get down!” I blurted out as I rolled into the dirt and tried to get as close to the ground as possible as another ball of fire surged its way overhead. Steve lay face down; his face was covered in dirt for the few seconds I could see as the fireball provided a quick burst of light in the still dark midnight. The lancer yelled again, but that was no soldier’s voice. I got up much easier now, the adrenaline pumping through my veins.

“Get down!” Steve shouted from the dirt.

“Laura! Emma!” I bellowed into the darkness, and then the sound of grass being stampeded on ended, and all noise fell to a dull silence.

A cool night breeze flew across the plain, and the scent of grass and a summer’s night filled my senses. Steve got up roughly and left a small cloud of dust in his wake. “Wait, THEY’RE using magic?!” I nod, but wince remembering that my right side from my waist up and neck down is raw from a burn.

“What do you want?” A female voice called out. I can’t tell which is which because I only heard their voices in a whisper or barely at all.

“I want to know why you are betraying us. Why you have not only kept the fact you’re a lancer a secret from us, but why you were with us in the first place. Obviously my father knew about this and lacked to tell me. So please enlighten me as to why my father arranged this small group of people, because clearly everyone knows more about my father’s actions than me!” My voice was like a roaring beast, expanding its sound far and wide.