Rain pounded against the windowpanes. Thunder cracked like the end of a bullwhip and lightning ripped through the sky, illuminating every undiscovered shadow in the woods nearby. These things brought no comfort to the four brothers now frantically pacing in their home.
"What are we going to do? The change happened and Logan isn't back yet!" stated Vaeril who had all but worn a clear path in their wooden table.
"We can't do anything. I mean," Phineas wrapped his arms around his changed self. "I know we said we were supposed to leave if something like this were to happen, but we can't just leave him!"
"We don't even know if he's alive!" Vaeril retorted, unmistakable tension and fear riddling his voice.
"Vaeril! Don't say things like that!" scolded Ryder who stepped forward and placed his hands onto Vaeril's shoulders to keep him from pacing so vigorously.
"Everyone, just take a breath!" said Taliesin calmly. There was a collective intake of air, though it didn't sooth their nerves. "We have rules set in place for a reason. That's what Logan would say if he were here."
Phineas's eyes welled up with tears. "But..." he stammered.
"I'mnot saying 'if he were here' because I think he's dead. All I'm saying is thatLogan would want us to at least take precautions," emphasized Taliesin.Reluctantly, they nodded. They knew Logan and, as long as he was alive, he wouldfind a way out of whatever predicament. They held onto that fact as theyhurriedly packed their essential belongings and attempted to sleep through thecrashing thunder.
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Oath on Obsidian
FantasyFive Imitarian brothers find themselves in a precarious position when, on their twelfth birthday, they shift into an Ordin born - one each night - before shifting and the next taking their place. They set out to discover the reasons, but they must t...
