The Source: Observer Chronicles, Book 3

Chapter 15: Guilt

The warriors left the battlefield feeling like there would be no tomorrow, and yet the thought that there might not be drowned them.

All of them walked on and on until their feet ached and hurt, only they begun to realise they were lost. The teenagers had never needed to find their way to anything as they were always led by someone before, and none of them even knew what a car or van was, so how could they operate one?

It was something simple and silly, or so they all thought. They had abilities and are powerful warriors to the people, only they couldn't find their way home.

"Which way do we go?" said one of the warrior's with a confused face.

"We are nowhere near, and we have no way of getting back. The trucks are completely wrecked by the Shadows," said Clarabelle, ending with a hopeless expression. She noted it didn't help lift the teenagers' spirits and wished she hadnʼt opened her mouth.

There were hardly any cars in sight, nor was there in or around the cul-de-sack. The street showed them all clear, small roads in comparison to the ones they had seen about an hour ago, covered by the demolished buildings. No people in sight, not even in what were once their homes, intact ones, unlike those they had just come from. It felt and looked much like a maze around them, and they were at a dead end now.

All the lights in the houses were off, not a sound heard. There was a big space where the allotted car parking spaces were in the street, only one parked. The Edeolonsʼ knew little to nothing about the humans' possessions and their science. After all, they came from a very different world, where their science was one of magick.

Though they didn't know much, the teenagers' still had little bits of what Brenda had told them. Mundane items to humans, such things as washing machines and hoovers, they became an exhausting and annoying talk for Brenda after some days. So there was very few of them because as nice as Brenda was, she had a very short temper over people not understanding her and told them to "stop with the questions." Which they didn't, most of the time.

"We've been walking around in circles for ages, Reetho," said Darryl at the back of their neat line, "you can't believe you know where you're going?" It looked as if they were moving aligned and coordinated without realising they were even doing it for a time.

Reetho tried to help but the warriors were exhausted and run down. They looked as if they had bathed in dirt and grime, the dusty roads and paths they walked over didn't help either. Now, they were so tired that none of them had the energy to travel any further, their posture changing, slouching, not caring.

Lauret fell to the floor, "I'm not moving until I get some rest." She said this with a tired face, not being able to express anything. The others seemed to like the idea of rest also and slammed themselves to the ground, sitting where they once stood, regardless of where they were.

Itlooked as if they were in the middle of what was someone's garden. The wallsand gates, shattered, broken and pulled down. A fountain trickled water into aquaint pond that looked like it used to be a green frog, the water stillleaving its mouth from a little tube. A patch of grass surrounded them, thoughdid not look burnt like the battleground they ran from. However, none of themnoticed these things as they were all far too concerned with catching theirbreath and staying long enough. Except Lauret, who thought of asking a bird asone flew above.