Category : Books-Fiction

Sub Category : Adventure

1.The brisk and energetic wind swept the grass planted in the deep, dark brown soil of the meadow, straight out in the middle was a long, curvy and somewhat clear river where a small little girl, around the age of four, played in the river. Her elegant dress, her mother sew her a few weeks ago, of purple and blue, halfway soaked with the somewhat dirty water.

2.Gelora West, the child's mother, watched her play from a short distance as she sat on the log of a fallen tree that somehow rolled down into the meadow. Every once-in-a-while the wind swept her chocolate brown hair into her face, but it seemed Gelora didn't care as she never removed it but let nature figure it out.

3.Suddenly Gelora heard footsteps, her eyes turned a bright shining blue as she stepped out of her body to see who it was. This wasn't unusual, as it was a Cross-Eyer's ability to do this and the only way one could tell they were being watched by a Cross-Eyer using Blue Eye was to look directly into their eyes.

4. "Mrin..." Her mother whispered under her breath, a bit of wind swept her brown hair as she re-entered her body and tilted her head to stare into the grey eyes of her sister. "What are you doing here?" She couldn't help but feel anger as Mrin, her sister, was holding a dagger of sheer, pure, gold.

5."Hand her over, sis..." Mrin growled staring at Cyrin, her niece, who played peacefully in the river not paying attention to her other surroundings. There was death in her cloudy grey eyes that told Gelora they were about to fight to a prompt death.

6."Mrin..." She repeated, now allowing Mrin to hear. "What are you thinking," She asked not knowing exactly what to say to her sister as they had always been best friends. A small part of her wanted to believe that this was an illusion or her sister was being controlled.

7.After a few moments, Mrin sought weakness and shot after Gelora who fought back pulling out a sword she had hidden. Slicing through her side Gelora tumbled to the woods a far enough distance from her sister to Red-Eye her.

8.She put as much fear as she possibly could to break down whoever was controlling Mrin but after a few seconds it was impossible to find the attacker and Mrin was to close. Mrin leaped over the river and sliced at her sister five times striking only once which was at the end, then, to Gelora's horror, she tripped over a root. Unwilling to end to nature she tumbled and sliced her sword at Mrin who somehow flipped and kicked the sword into one of her hands. Immediately she slew her sister.

9.Slowly yet surely blood spill into the river. After throwing Gelora into the deeper part of the river where she would float away Mrin turned to her Niece who was under an illusion spell.

10."D-Dada...?" Cyrin began to stutter in fear now noticing they weren't just playfighting and her mother was actually slain by her father. She fell on her bottom hitting the mud and staring in fear at her undercovered aunt.

11."Finally..." Mrin whispered and lifted her unwilling niece up. Cyrin continued to fight back to the murderer and finally, after punching her aunt's face Mrin knocked her out and dragged her up the meadow to the retreat of the woods where she could carry out her plan.

12.Like a shadow, a figure slipped through the woods and landed an inch away from Mrin. Grabbing her by the throat which made her drop the asleep child the figure pinned her to a tree.

13."Where is she," Mrin couldn't tell if the figure was male or female, the shadows covered its figure and it spoke in a rich, demonic voice which told her she probably had absolutely no chance.

14."C-C-C-C" She started to stutter and the figure foolishly let her slightly go, enough for her to stab it hard in the stomach

15.Stumbling back it pulled the dagger out of its stomach and jumped from a tree to Mrin, who grabbed her sister, Gelora's flawless iron sword and fought back, compared to the demon Mrin was clumsy and could hardly fight back enough to stay alive. But to that downfall, she was able to keep her feet on the ground blocking its moves. Suddenly the figure sliced at her arm making her drop her weapon. It didn't stop there, attack after attack it sliced up Mrin who decided her only chance of life was to...

16.She grabbed and held the unconscious Cyrin hostage threatening to choke her to death, then, stunning her opponent she teleported away immediately still holding the four-year-old in her arms.

17."...West..." She whispered into the child's ear in a forceful, deadly language "Avenge me," Then, she teleported Cyrin away and lay on the forsaken grass bleeding near the old, abandoned, High-Dorn