The Heirs

Chapter 28- If Not a Dream

like a Poet hidden
in the light of thought,
singing hymns unbidden,
till the world is wrought
to sympathy with hopes and fears it heeded not
-

They were winning.
Seraphina didn't know how, or when the tide had turned- but it had. The djinns of fire had simply vanished all of a sudden, and the djinns of air that remained were not the powerful ones. She didn't know if there were djinns that were both fire and air, but she didn't really want to find out.
Even the possessed soldiers had started dropping, as each fire djinn disappeared, and they never got up again. She had been right- once the djinn had taken control of them, they were gone, they were as good as dead.
And now they were dead.
The fires that had sprouted up were extinguished as well, but the miniscule typhoons were still raging- although, Cleo had yelled "THEY'RE WEAKENING!", so she assumed that the air djinns were too weak to carry on fighting and possessing and forming storms.

The knots in her stomach were beginning to loosen- perhaps she wouldn't end up throwing up from anxiety, after all.
But this was not the time to contemplate about her anxiety. She still had enemies to kill- fewer did not mean none.
She ran at a giant- the centaurs, led by Peleus, Orieus's brother, had been invaluable in bringing down the giants, there was just one more left- only to stop as a Minotaur came into her path, her eyes glazed over and wielding a double-edged axe as big as Seraphina was.
Seraphina didn't hesitate. She buried her axe in her chest, and then, grabbing the giant axe- heavy, heavy, heavy- she separated the head from the body, just in case the axe to the heart hadn't killed her.

"Sritasi!" She called to the closest Minotaur- attempting to fight one of the miniscule storms, which was a near-impossible feat- and once the creature looked at Seraphina, she pointed to the axe she had dropped the ground and then to the giant
Hoping the Minotaur had understood that the weapon was now hers and that she was to follow her towards the giant, Seraphina continued her journey.

As much as she had thought the battle would be larger- the giant seemed like it had stepped out of her imagination. It was huge and muscled- its skin was mottled green, and she really did not want to know where it had got the leather it wore around its waist, like a mix between a loincloth and petticoat.
It did not have pimples, however, and that was one thing she envied it. Pimples were awful. She was nearly twenty, she shouldn't have-

"BABY PEVENSIE!" Rhayne was screaming- they and their elder siblings, Chyler and Valetan, were fighting a few metres from her- Orieus was nearby, too, though Tempesta was at the far end of the field- and then they jerked their head to the opposite side of the giant, where a lithe figure was running towards the enormous creature.

Had Cleo finally gone crazy? Charging a giant on her own? At least Seraphina had asked Sritasi-
"CLEO!" Seraphina changed direction, and began to hurtle towards her ex-girlfriend- either she would reach Cleo first or the giant would notice her first, and either way, Cleo wouldn't be vulnerable to being attacked-

"Princess, move!" But Sritasi was there now, overcoming her, the double-axe held high in her hand as she went towards the giant. Cleo finally did stop, just shy of the giant's foot- the giant seemed to be having fun tearing apart one of the Gryphons on Pleion's crew-
And the Minotaur threw the axe with all her might, and Seraphina watched as it spun through the air and towards the giant, embedding in its-
Ouch. That must have hurt.
The giant sank to the ground, the ravaged Gryphon falling onto the ground in several pieces, and the beast clutched at its parts, and howled in a language which seemed like it had come from the earth itself-

"Sritasi, throw me!" Seraphina would have a clear shot at its head- if she managed to cut it open with her axe-

"NO!" Cleo had reached her, and she was snarling. "Do not-"