Pocketville Lost Diamonds: VOLUME 2

41: resistance

Warning: this chapter cointains scenes of animals in distress, mentions ti blood, violence, fights and extreme sickness. 
Young or high sensitive people are warned.

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Steel Wool, who so far just stood nearby while observing the planet in the sky with an amazed and horrified look, eventually turned to them and found out the two cats left their cages. He hoofed and lowered his head, then he charged them both.

They noticed him from a distance of meters.
Eva walked back, hissing, but Balloon put herself between her and the running ram.
- Go, I can keep him busy!

The other cat speeded on the right, to the Magic Fountain, while Balloon ran toward the ram.
It was a crazy idea, since she risked being stepped on or kicked by his hooves.
But it didn’t happen: Steel Wool lowered his head to hit her with horns and it was exactly what Balloon expected him to do.
She used his head as a trampoline to jump and fly up.
She made a flip through the air and landed on his back.

The sheep started kicking with the hind paws and raising on them, trying to unhorse her.
- Get off, stupid cat! Are you insane?! - screamed.

Balloon grabbed his wool to not be thrown away, despite it being very difficult: she had a serious problem in keeping her balance in that situation.
Also, the same wool that stopped her from falling was the same one that blocked her claws from scratching his skin: she couldn’t hurt him in any way like that. She had to point to a more vulnerable way.

Meanwhile, Eva reached the Magic Fountain.
The golden rings of magical energy originated by the Diamonds closed the Fountain into a protected area. It was a sign it was very powerful ritual, much more forceful than a common Friendship Ceremony and more dangerous than any other one.

As Eva imagined, only the performer of the rytual was able to enter or exit that limit.
But anyone with enough magic powers could open a small hole into it.

She looked up at the sky, then turned back to the cages.
Ava was still lying in the cage, but her paws here moving.
She was still alive, but for how long? Her life depended only on her and the end of that evoking.

She put her paws on the ring, which felt like solid air.
To open it she needed all her energy, but once inside she was in real danger: the negative energy around the fountain was enough to pull her to the same conditions as her sisters. She was glad she hadn’t pronounced any otah, because in that case her heart would have for sure stopped. The amount of her powers was weaker than the one of a Monarch wearing a jewel, but she couldn’t exclude the worst ending.

But what other choice did she have?
After all, if before she couldn’t care less to die, now she knew how her survival was important for saving them all.

She pulled on the ring and closed her eyes, collecting all the energy she had inside.
She called in help all her possibilities, imagining tearing out the power in every cell of her body.

It was something deeper than normal will or force, it was the most pure essence of her soul and body.
What differentiated her to any other cat. 
What is also menacing her to death.

Then, she threw all of that against the wall of air.
- Open!

The ring glowed stronger, but nothing happened.

She tried again, using more force.
- Come on, open! Open!

All of sudden, the star-shaped birthmark on her paw appeared and shined of golden.
It was working, she activated it!

She tried once again and pulled with all her strength. 
-Open! Now! - screamed.

The ring glowed again, then the solid part under her paws appeared to be back to its immaterial state.
Eva could step inside the area.