Justice, not Revenge

Chapter 4-Sparrow

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Chapter 4-Sparrow

     Sparrow ducked under a heavy punch which Lancelot swung at him. Dodging around his other fist smartly, Sparrow brought up a sharp jab with his elbow. Lancelot brought up his leg to kick his groin, but he retaliated with both hands, sending him flying backwards.

     Both boys delivered a series of sharp blows, although neither of them was trying to kill the other on purpose. As Sparrow swung a roundhouse kick at Lancelot, he heard a voice behind him.

     “Sparrow!”

     He swung around, neatly dodging Lancelot’s kick that was aimed for his mid-section. Quickly, he shrugged off his shirt and took flight, his wings springing to life on his back.

     Arwen stood behind them, a careful distance from the fight. She was dressed carefully, in clothes that covered up almost every inch of her skin. She wore a white long-sleeved shirt, blue jeans and sneakers. Her long dark hair was braided back neatly until the base of her spine.

     “What is it, Arwen?” Sparrow asked, hovering carefully over Lancelot’s head.

     “I got a message from Wylla,” she said. “She’s found another half-faerie at the PCF. She wants you to take him away at six o’clock tonight at the east side of the building.”

      “Okay,” Sparrow said. “Just me? What about Lancelot?”

     Arwen shrugged gracefully. “She just wanted you to come. The half-faerie is a guy. His name is Darius. And there’s another problem.”

     “Another one?” grumbled Lancelot, walking over to the side of their training ground and wiping the sweat off his face with his towel.

     “Yeah,” she said. “Wylla said that she might need to evacuate soon. The agents are becoming suspicious of her.”

     “Well...” Sparrow said, drawing out the word. “It’ll be good to have her back.”

    “And we won’t have any cash,” Arwen reminded him. “All our income comes from Wylla. You know that, Sparrow.”

     Sparrow sighed. “Well, we’ll improvise.”

     Arwen rolled her eyes. Sometimes it was difficult to think of her as anyone but who she was. Even though she had her own half-faerie mutation, she was very different from both the boys. Sometimes it almost seemed like she didn’t have it anymore.

     “You only seem to care about her return,” she said.

     “Sorry,” Sparrow said, rolling his eyes in return. “Now can we get back to training?”

     “Boys,” Arwen scoffed, turning and stalking back to the house.

     Sparrow was mostly in charge of Arwen and Lancelot since Wylla was at the PCF. After all, he had been the first half-faerie whom she had rescued.

     “Well, Bird Brain?” Lancelot called from the ground. “Are we going to train or are you going to fly like a crazy bird?”

     Sparrow scowled. “Train, Spear Dude,” he retorted.

     Sparrow had named himself after the bird. He had been a child when he had chosen that name so Wylla and Arwen tended to cut him some slack. Not Lancelot, of course.