The Battle

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I shrieked and kicked and ran. Where where the others?? 

"Samira, Renato, Maria, Joaquin!" I gasped. I kept yelling, shrieking, looking for my friends. But everywhere I looked was a fuzz. Athenians and Spartans all battling and no one had a clue of what was about to happen. All except me. Finally I had no voice left, I couldn't yell, my feet hurt and my gasps became shallow breaths. My legs couldn't hold it, and I fell flat on my face. 

"What are you doing here?" A familiar but distant voice said. I turned my head around while I still had the strength to do it. Was it Samira? Was it Renato? Was it Maria? WHO WAS IT?, "I thought I never see you again, where are the others?"

My throat was sore but I somehow brought myself into saying something, "THEY MIGHT BE DEAD! ANDRES YOU HAVE TO HELP ME!" Andres, I remember him being part of the group. Once, when we were all happy. His family moved to Albania, and since he left everything had become weird. Maybe the unstoppable group wasn't unstoppable without little Andres to be there. Even if I never mentioned it in our last adventure, we always had fights, problems, and debates. I always knew that there was someone in the center of the group like the nucleus in a atom, the one person that would keep the group united, but I never knew that the nucleus of our atom was Andres.

"Alright, I will help you" he said. I stood up and ran through the battle. I looked up at the night sky, it was covered in grey clouds. The gods where angry... suddenly there was a lightning struck. I jumped and shivered. When the lighting struck hit the ground it also hit me in my soul, it was so close I could actually feel it burning into my skin like millions of burning hot knives. I got close, and I saw someone on the floor. My soul was ripped out. I knew that sooner or later someone special would be hurt, but not dead. I kneeled down in front of her, and could see her terror stuck eyes, her last expression, showing all our memories in her eyes. It had to be her. 

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