Category : Stories

Sub Category : Fantasy

I took a sharp, staggering breath. The cold air not helping me run. I could stop my pursuer. But something told me I needed to get home. Something in my heart. Almost like he needed me, and he called out to me. I hopped on my bike and the tires screeched. I can't teleport short distances so I just drove.
But my attacker could. I learned that when I stepped inside. Brandon was spiraled on the floor. He stood over him. Sending a knife into his abdomen. I screamed and slide toward my dying love. He smiled and slipped from this world. 
Anger boiled up. I stood, but as I did he threw another knife at me. It barely missed my stomach. But it went into a lung. Blooded filled my lungs. I coughed up blood.
I thought of the only friend I had left, Razi. He was halfway around the world. Good. With my last strength, I teleported to him. I landed with a hard think on a familiar ship. He and Myia rushed to me.
I held out my hand. "Remove it." I was barely able to speak. Razi placed his hands on it and gave it a tug. I took in a well-needed breath.
"Who did this?" Myia spoke, as my body healed itself.
"Vylan. He killed my friends. He's powerful. I can't beat him." I bowed my head. Our hopes crushed. Then I heard a scream from our island. The island I grew up on. The island they called home. "He's there." Razi turned his father's ship around, and I gave it speed. The shore was ablaze when we got there. He held everyone on the side of the flames. Vylan, you've burned your last island, I vowed. 

This is a section from a book I'm thinking about writing. Please comment if you like it.