§§§Chapter13 - Revenge§§§
-Three days after Yuhef's death; Wizards Tower.
Lightning struck, and rain poured. It had been hours since Gerråha sent the search party out to find his young assistant. He was begining to worry, without Yuhef's back up they would not be able to attack Flare. He sighed, and walked into the room that Salina was impatiently waiting in.
"We might as well go now" Gerråha suggested. "It's pitch black outside, they'll never see an attack coming. No matter how large."
Salina nodded in agreement and stood up, picking up her supplies. "Shall I scout ahead?" She asked, almost in a growl.
"Do what you wish" Gerråha answered, gathering a bag of battle runes. "I might be another hour."
"Why so long?" Salina asked, sharpening her sword.
"My technique is a bit rusty, I need to warm up to I am not defeated easily." Gerråha answered, creating a small ball of air in his hands.
"Whatever" Salina scowled, and turned into a crow. Without looking back at Gerråha, she flew out the window and into the night.
***
CRACK!
Flare swung awake at the thunder, feeling his heart racing at great speeds. He sighed and got out of his bed. He looked out of his tent, and was instantly soaked by the pouring water. Growling, he sat down in the middle of his tent.
He closed his eyes, and began taking deep breaths to calm himself. Smoke poured from his body as he did this, and visions of the mages flashed before his eyes.
His fists tightened, and his eyes clenched tighter. He began to shake lightly as the images became more clear. He saw Gerråha laughing, and his eyes swung open. He scowled to himself, and grabbed a cloak and tele-tab from his supplies.
After covering himself with the cloak, he broke the magical rock and fell into an invisible hole on the ground.
***
Gerråha swung his arms again, his magics shattering the steel wall in front of him. Without admiring his work, he returned to his supply room and refilled his bag with runes. Join The Questing Clan of RuneScape! !
-Three days after Yuhef's death; Wizards Tower.
Lightning struck, and rain poured. It had been hours since Gerråha sent the search party out to find his young assistant. He was begining to worry, without Yuhef's back up they would not be able to attack Flare. He sighed, and walked into the room that Salina was impatiently waiting in.
"We might as well go now" Gerråha suggested. "It's pitch black outside, they'll never see an attack coming. No matter how large."
Salina nodded in agreement and stood up, picking up her supplies. "Shall I scout ahead?" She asked, almost in a growl.
"Do what you wish" Gerråha answered, gathering a bag of battle runes. "I might be another hour."
"Why so long?" Salina asked, sharpening her sword.
"My technique is a bit rusty, I need to warm up to I am not defeated easily." Gerråha answered, creating a small ball of air in his hands.
"Whatever" Salina scowled, and turned into a crow. Without looking back at Gerråha, she flew out the window and into the night.
***
CRACK!
Flare swung awake at the thunder, feeling his heart racing at great speeds. He sighed and got out of his bed. He looked out of his tent, and was instantly soaked by the pouring water. Growling, he sat down in the middle of his tent.
He closed his eyes, and began taking deep breaths to calm himself. Smoke poured from his body as he did this, and visions of the mages flashed before his eyes.
His fists tightened, and his eyes clenched tighter. He began to shake lightly as the images became more clear. He saw Gerråha laughing, and his eyes swung open. He scowled to himself, and grabbed a cloak and tele-tab from his supplies.
After covering himself with the cloak, he broke the magical rock and fell into an invisible hole on the ground.
***
Gerråha swung his arms again, his magics shattering the steel wall in front of him. Without admiring his work, he returned to his supply room and refilled his bag with runes. Join The Questing Clan of RuneScape! !
18-Mar-2009 03:30:27 - Last edited on 03-May-2009 03:11:07 by Sirapyro