Moonhawk

Chapter 21 - Mysterious Amulet

The pain the black captain currently felt was unbearable. He never had such bad headaches before. It truly felt as if someone was squishing his brain inside his head. He groaned and leaned himself on a wall near him so as to not fall backwards and collapse out of immense aching. It lasted a few seconds and he was glad that it faded away pretty fast. He sweated whilst the pain eased. As Pitch could take away his hands from his forehead, he didn't see Saros anywhere. The illusion of Hawk that Saros had been controlling from elsewhere disappeared.

Pitch sighed frustrated and looked up for a short while. He was furious and angry that Saros dared to play such a trick on him. The black captain growled deeply and decided to visit the wizard in the rotten library on his spaceship.

The dark red wizard meanwhile was too exhausted from using that spell. He was panting heavily after he ended the illusion spell to get his own view in the library back. His stomach was still hurting him from Pitch's kick as well. For some weird reason, the wizard felt regret afterwards. He regretted that he used that illusion spell on Captain Pitch.

Obviously, Saros was aware that Pitch would probably visit him out of anger soon. Near where the wizard was, a certain book was sitting in a place he could move to get access to a hidden room inside the library, where he had all the quiet space for himself. He limped over to that certain book and activated it. Behind him opened a secret door, who's hallway lightened up its candles automatically in an even distance. The hallway seemed to be very long, there were even cobwebs hanging on the edges peacefully.

Saros stepped into the room.

The dark hallway led him into another big room where a pentagram was drawn on the ground. Candles and more books were seen inside the walls, which also shone within the candlelight. The air was way more dustier than in every other area the Dustwing had. Saros activated another book as he stood on the entrance. It opened, another secret hidden door in front of him, where two swords were treasured, were hanging on the wall like a cross.

The wizard walked slowly towards them, observed them and sunk into some of his thoughts before he took the swords inside his claws. After he finished thinking, he took both of them in his hands and walked back to the middle of the room. The secret door closed right after the swords were taken off from the wall.

Now standing in the middle of the drawn pentagram, Saros enjoyed the quiet moment for himself. Only the flames from the candles made noises. He began to focus on another spell. Some candles turned off as he closed his visor to focus. His hands tightened the grasp on both of his swords which he held. From out of the bookshelves' wall, something started to slowly and unsteadily come out. Those were training dolls, which Saros had summoned with his magic.

He was aware that those creepy training dolls, who looked like a bean, were walking wonky and slowly towards him in the middle. He prepared himself to dodge and counter attack their attacks.

He was ready to fight. To fight his frustration out of his body with these dolls.

Pitch in the meanwhile was still on the way to Saros's library, while his ship entered the hyper speed, to pursue the others. As he arrived in the library, he noticed quickly that Saros wasn't there. He looked around and noticed the opened hidden door on the wall. It appeared as if the wizard forgot to close it behind him. Obviously, Pitch took that opportunity and walked in.

The training dolls attacked Saros from all sides. His movements with both swords were smooth and precise, as if he had professional training lessons before. Saros stabbed the dolls and parried their attacks. After a while, Saros had enough of the slow speed they currently had and made them faster and more dangerous in their attacks with his spells. He even summoned black tiny dusty spirits to make it more difficult for him. The spirits he summoned were one of the weakest kinds of spirits and can easily be summoned on a whim.