The young magic user grew incredibly impatient and annoyed. She brought a army of fast paced knocks to shoot against the wall of glass before her. Her knuckle knocks against the glass at least thirty times in a minute. Bart casually turns his head over to the window and sees Moriah, her face masked by annoyance.
He takes a leap off of his wooden chair like a frog and his designer brown boots kiss the floor. He starts walking over to his window and he takes care not to bump into the many pillars of cloth around him. He arrives to the front of his window and he reaches up to the top of the window. His left hand latches onto a small switch, sticking his index, middle, and thumb fingers onto it.
He twists the switch counter-clock wise, unlocking the window. He quickly reaches down both his hands onto the bottom of the window, pushing it up with hardly any effort. He looked curious at the infuriated Moriah. "Hi," he casually greeted, slowly taking his grip upon his ragdoll sidekick Forscythe. "Is there something I can help you with?"
"You should know better not to keep somebody waiting." she angrily replied.
"Sorry, I was finishing my extra large quilt!" he nervously stated, rubbing the back of his head. His left hand dropped down from his head and stuck to the end of the roof extension. His right hand that gripped Forscythe pulled him into the air and up in front of Moriah. "Forscythe told me you were here."
"And how exactly does a doll do that?" she questioned.
"Because he's Forscythe!"
Moriah smacked her left palm against her face. She disliked the irrationality of Bart's concept of Forscythe. Her hand quickly melted down her face as she knew that she had to carry out her orders. "I need you to get to the castle," she stated. "We plan to attack Iericho."
Bart looked concerned. "Why, is everything alright?" he asked.
"I don't know," she answered, turning her head behind her. Her eyes gazed at the sky, the sky was trampled by an army of dark gray clouds. "I think I feel the same thing Allister was feeling. This overwhelming feeling as if our oblivion was embracing us. I just need you to go."
Bart shook his head, acknowledging fully the words Moriah just spoke. He knew the seriousness in the young magic user's voice. Moriah quickly twisted her entire body around where her back was facing. She blossomed onto her feet, growing like a flower in fast forward. She turned her head down upon the stone pathway just in front of the house.
She fearlessly dropped down from the roof extension, all of her hair and any loose clothing fluttered up as she fell down like a shooting star. Under the sound-wave of a sudden pound of a drum, Moriah landed safely on the ground. She quickly stood back onto her feet and raced towards another part of town. Bart dropped down from the very same area that Moriah dropped from, with Forscythe in hand.
Moriah quickly rushed off just before Bart jumped down. Bart landed down onto the ground, running just shy of right behind Moriah. They rush down the long hall of mansions and golden trimmed pathways. Just under ten minutes, they arrive at the center of the rich district, where the middle and poor district meets with the richer side of the city. Just beside them was the golden gates into the castle.
Bart looked to his right and his eyes look onto Lite and Varon. The two were causally strolling the streets, walking to the holds of the castle. Moriah and Bart ceased in their footsteps, screeching to a halt like a braking car. They stood before the two who stopped as well. Varon kept his mask of apathy while Lite seemed curious. "What goes on?" he asked.
Moriah looked very serious. "You guys need to hurry to the castle," she quickly stated. "We're going to rally together to attack Iericho."
Varon crossed his arms in disapproval. "And commit another headstrong attack?" he quickly questioned the young magic user. "I understand attacking the city however the end result will only be the same."
"We actually HAVE a mission objective other than attack like senseless beasts, you know..."
Varon turned his head away from Moriah. "As you wish." he replied, his voice without emotion.
Moriah turned to face the castle. "C'mon!" she said. The two followed fastly behind Moriah and Bart, passed the golden gates leading into the castle. And now into the castle walls. To the left of the mage was the two that once resided in the enemy city, Lelia and Vincent. Lelia stood tall, confident. Vincent, within the grasp on Lelia stood slouched.
Moriah didn't seem surprised at all about their arrival. Moriah smirked confidently at Lelia and shook her head up and down once. Lelia parroted Moriah, smirking and shaking her head. The sound of footsteps coming down stairs echoed across the room. "We only have one chance to do this," a voice spoke, then appeared the Prince of Avdima before them all. "It's now or never."
Moriah smiled. "Yeah," she said. "We're going to win."
"Let's not jump to conclusions," spoke Varon, unusually calm. "Afterall, we have a far more powerful enemy before us."
Allister shook his head, acknowledging the truth in Varon's words. The Tablet of Zion was clenched tightly in the prince's hand. "Before we depart, however, I'd like to speak," he stated. "It's been a while since the war with Iericho started. At the time this war had started, I did not know pain and sorrow brought by the loss of loved ones. But recently, I've come to know that agony. I've lost my father, my mother, and...now my sister. Everything I thought mattered to me had been lost. Until I realized that not everything had been lost. I still have the people of Avdima and I still have the very people I fight beside. If any of you decide to leave, do so now. I truly do understand. If you choose to stay, acknowledge that you're throwing yourself into a situation that could easily claim your life."
Moriah crossed her arms. "Hope you know that none of us are even going to consider leaving." she quickly riposted.
Allister grew breath deep into himself, pushing it out through his mouth and back into the world. "I figured," he answered. "Very well, it's time. May Saradomin be with us all." The group all turn slowly towards the gates leading out into the arms of the rich district. As the group all gazed out into atmosphere, the thickening dark gray clouds suddenly give way to the incredibly out-pour of the radiant sun.
The light bursting out from the darkness of the cover of the clouds. The group was ready to throw themselves into the arms of the enemy, ready to enter the gauntlet once again. They knew what awaited them, the monster that worked under the shadows. They knew that hands of death could finally grasp upon them. But they knew what they were fighting for: a future for their families, their friends, and their humanity. A world without evil...and a world without the blight created by the god of resentment.
The End of Chapter 25,
Next Chapter,
Chapter 26: Into the Quandary
EDIT: Sorry for the slowness, I'm hopefully not going to have to delay into early next week. My mood is being a bit fussy. x_x I'll see what I can do for tomorrow...