Young Magic I: Shoujo and Shounen Wars

Seventeen: The Nightmare Spirit and the Reincarnation Goddess

"My name is Amulet, and I am the vengeful spirit of nightmares." declared the long-haired phantom boy that levitated above the children, smirking ever so evilly. "That's what I said earlier, wasn't it, Andrew? You heard it, too, didn't you, Andy Nightingale? You were there. You both were. After all, you were both battling against each other before my very appearance."

Smirking same and still, Amulet's many deformed eyes would dart downwards to face the children and find out how they are, only for him to see that they were stayed on the ground stunned and overwhelmed, injured even.

A beaten Brandon Snare, the bunny magician who unleashed the attack of Bizarre Enormous Explosion and nearly nuked out destruction onto the battlefield, staggered to the damaged ground on his knees due to his bruises bringing him down, and an immobilizing feeling of haziness ached his mind like a migraine which caused his head to stay low into a shadowy bow.

Beside the magician was the young Preston Rivers struggling to position himself in a decent battle stance when one knee of his rested on the ground due to also having been assaulted violently by such the dangerously magical attack that his arm as well had been landed a critical hit onto it in which it made his other hand hold onto its balance and press against the arm's wound.

Despite in such a state, Preston could only glare back at the malicious spirit of nightmares before him, as his sword, too, helplessly hung its blade and screeched its tip against the ground; as if the sword itself tried to stand in a similar defensive position.

Only a few feet away from the two injured boys stood a heavily conflicted and confused Andrew Ravens.

Although the sorcerer boy didn't anymore feel stable enough to be standing right there in the situation, for shock might have been enough to topple him over, and even when attempting to consume a sugary kind of sweet confection such as that chocolate flavored lollipop he savored a moment ago, the lollipop's sugar must've been high enough to rise his levels of stress and anxiety much more upwards.

And he was still quite young to be dealing with stuff of this sort.

He however didn't seem to have paid much attention to his two other friends that have just arrived and eventually gotten themselves injured in the scenario.

Finally there stood the young non-binary knight Andy Nightingale, and there they stood almost a spot right behind the floating phantom Amulet.

This gave them the advantage to escape the battlefield while they still can, since this kind of scenario was obviously never their problem, but that would not be as noble, selfless, or loyal a decision for them to make as a promising knight in shining armor who's supposed to protect and serve everyone around them, help restore and keep peace within the surroundings of the world.

Then again, at this point, it may or may not matter, at least for this case.

In actuality, it still depends whether it's to rely on morals or whatever testimony when making such a testimony.

For this case, it relied on Andy's testimony to make such a decision, to make such a choice of their own in such an occurrence.

Perhaps this was one of the many things Andy wasn't ready for to be a strong knight, after all they were still very young, not to mention they were a mere knight intern and—

"...ANDREW! Since when did you meet this forsaken degenerate that turned out to be the vengeful phantom and dead spirit of nightmares responsible for apparently possessing one of your sorcery magic within your cloak abilities and aesthetic?!" Brandon shouted in a harsh, demanding voice.

He also sounded fed up and similarly stressed to the sorcerer boy...

...as he once more had a dark shadow over his unexplainable expression. "Who exactly is this person?!"