The Source: Observer Chronicles, Book 3

Chapter 36: The Warning

"If only Clarabelle were here. She could use her mind to get that Mimic out into the open, and you Annette, could fry it. We didn't think things through with who should come, did we?" said Lauret.

"Not as well as we should have done," replied Darryl, "wait, we still have our weapons."

Annette knew her bow would be as fatal to Reetho as her lightning bolt, Lauret not sure what her weapon was even capable of so she dismissed the thought right away.

Darryl tread through the soft sand, running and bringing his weapon from his consciousness into the world. The sword, a nice size and weight for him to manage, slashed against the Mimic and as soon as he did, its appearance changing to look like him, looking into his own deep hazel brown eyes.

"Get out of the way," shouted Reetho as the thing that looked like the water-wielder attempted to swing the sword at the true being.

Darryl swayed himself to the side by rolling through the sand, his weapon disappearing for some moments whilst he did so.

Reetho held out his hand as the Mimic charged at him, its appearance changing yet again to look like its opponent, though soaring flames had already burst out, hitting the Mimic from the boyʼs hands. To his surprise, the copy of him ran through the conjured fire.

"How is that possible," said Reetho to himself. He threw one of his sai but the fake Edeolon Warrior caught it in his bare left hand, still holding the sword in its right.

"Annette," screamed Darryl at the top of his lungs. "Iʼm going to try and get the Mimic out into the open for you to strike at him." She nodded and got closer, waiting for the right moment.

"Iʼm going to try something to help," said Lauret, "no guarantee it is going to work, but here goes."

The fire-wielder paid particular attention to how the enemy moved now with the weapons he possessed. It, or rather he right now, moved exactly as he did; the Mimic seemed to know every move he threw at it and acted on it accordingly. Reetho, tired with worry, saw that the Mimic seemed to have insurmountable energy, unlike him.

As they continued to fight, Annette watched like a Pharaoh Owl. As she did, she noticed one of those exact owls flying above in the sky. A small shadow moved beneath, on the sand, showing all, something above.

Lauret noticed it flew over Reetho as the Mimic fought him with one sai. It stopped and flew down at a high speed into the face of the look-alike leader. The enemy flung his head to and fro, trying to get the owl's claws off its face, the wings flapping upon it as it continued to attack, as if its home was taken.

Reetho stood back and saw all before him. Lauret's eyes were now shut so hard it looked as if she was trying to block something from her sight, but Annette had seen this before with the snake that wrapped around her arm, Lauret, controlling it.

Darryl slammed the blunt end of his sword into the chest of the Mimic, pushing it onto the floor. The bird dropped onto the grains of sand at the same time as the Mimic did, lashes of blood pouring, tainting where the animal landed and the little of the area around it with a red, the sand soaking it up like a thirsty sponge. Reetho's sai the Mimic had caught from him before had pierced through the other side of the owl, it still moving, ever so slightly, flailing with a shriek that no one would mistake for anything else other than a death rattle.

Reetho and Darryl were way back from the enemy now. All whilst Annette stood looking at the sky as a trembling thunder cut through, no clouds joining its presence and ruckus.

"Now would be a good time," said Reetho's voice that fought to be heard against the loud rumbling. Lauret noticed the weather-wielder's eyes were now a piercing neon blue, glowing.