Axel Light Trilogy: Wands and Shield

Chapter 30-B

'My mother's... eyes...' muttered Axel absently.

Axel was so shocked that he did not realize that his Shifter Shield was gone, and that Cyrus' brown eyes was right in front of him. Nothing separating between them.

Axel was convinced that whatever that had happened, must had been between Edward Light and Cyrus Veldor, since they were best of friends once. But his mother?!

They could have stood still forever, and time could have stopped. It felt like forever to Axel. He wanted to move. He wanted to raise his wand. But Cyrus Veldor had somehow, immobilized him. Nothing could stop Cyrus' brown eyes boring into his eyes viciously.

Axel could feel it – Cyrus Veldor entering his mind.

Flashes of moments with his parents when he was young. When he was in school with young Elliot. Playing football with his father. Baking some cupcakes in the kitchen with his mother. His school's field trip to the zoo. Picnic at the park with his parents. Doing homework in his bedroom. Riding the bicycle along the riverbanks, beneath the autumn leaves. Arguing with his mother, when he came home late. Riding on the broom with Elliot. When he saw his father fell and then his mother, on the floor, dead.

As sudden as when Cyrus had entered his mind, Axel was staring at Cyrus Veldor's deep brown eyes again. But he was breathless and had swayed on the spot. Cyrus caught hold of his arm just before he fell and smiled at him wistfully.

Cyrus' grip was firm but gentle. But still filthy – those hands had killed his parents. Axel pushed Cyrus away from him ruthlessly with the little strength that he had.

'I don't mind having them back,' said Axel in between breaths.

'Do you?' said Cyrus mockingly, 'Not when you know what you could have.'

'I don't want to know,' said Axel coldly.

Axel casted his Shifter Shield and in quick succession, an attacking spell at Cyrus.

Cyrus was caught off-guard – he had staggered backwards but otherwise unscathed. The Elites came rushing forward, wands out at Axel and one or two of them had sent some spells at Axel which bounced off his shield.

'A fighter,' smirked Cyrus and he shrugged, 'Well, if this is what you prefer. We shall see what the Commissioner had taught you.'

Cyrus walked back to his chair and sat down to watch. One of the Elites had followed Cyrus to his chair and stood next to him. Like Cyrus, he was not in a mask. He was around Axel's age – such a waste to join the Elites at such a young age.

The rest of the Elites had gone back to their position flanking their master's chair or around the room. Except for four Elites who had encircled Axel, ready to challenge him.

So, four against one, thought Axel, Ridiculous. I don't even know how to fight one person.

But he had nothing to lose. He was sure that he was in a dead end. Why not fight for it? Anger was seeping through his veins. Anger, that Johnson had betrayed MaxPol. He must inform Linden about Johnson and he started to get worried about Stanley.

Now that Axel recalled, Stanley was always with him. He had never been alone with Johnson at all. Johnson must had done something to Stanley. He could only hope that Johnson did not kill Stanley.

Bursting with fury, Axel started to fight. He just wanted to get out of there. He must save Stanley!

He casted spells after spells and he saw the Elites dodging, hurtled backwards, dropped on the floor, picked themselves up, scratched, injured – and they kept attacking at Axel too. Axel was determined to fight – his Shifter Shield was in sync and co-operating with him, glowing brightly.