Justice, not Revenge

Chapter 8-Wylla

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Chapter 8-Wylla

                She jumped a mile, swinging around to face the intruder. At the same time as she pivoted to see the speaker, the bomb in Darius’s cell went off.

               The explosion was bad enough from that distance, much less the poor agents who were still inside the building.  Instinctively, Wylla lifted her hands and her invisible shield sprang into life around her and Darius. The flames washed over her shield but didn’t go any further. At the same time, the intruders attacked.

               “Watch out, Wylla!” Darius yelled.

                There were about twenty of the baddies, all of them dressed in faerie combat armour. They had gleaming orange swords at their waists which looked very lethal. Their orange wings kept them aloft.

                 One of them lunged at Wylla but Darius managed to toss him aside using telekinesis and a loud grunt. The intervention gave Wylla enough time to snatch up the sword from him.

               “Who are you, half-faerie?” demanded another one of the enemy. “You are not in our tracking list. And none of the half-faeries we know about can use telekinesis. It’s a Sagittarius power.”

              “Of course,” Darius said. “I don’t get tracked by dweebs with swords and armour!”

             “He’s another half-faerie,” mused a second enemy. “He isn’t one of our brothers.”

             “He could ruin everything,” whispered a third half-faerie.

             “Fantastic,” Darius said. “I’m already labelled a trouble-maker when I haven’t been here for very long at all. Just shut up, hybrid!”

               The remaining eleven half-faeries glared at Darius. Then, in a single movement they attacked.

               Wylla parried the first blow from a half-faerie with her sword, but she was stunned to realize that the half-faerie was a good a fighter as she was, if not better. It made sense, because he was a son of a Leo faerie, a Warrior like Sparrow and Lancelot.

                 Another half-faerie stabbed at Wylla and she somersaulted out of the way, scrambling her left hand along her back, trying to free her wings.

               “Look out, Wylla!” Darius yelled.

              She threw up her left hand instinctively and the half-faerie who lunged for her all but bounced off her shield. The first half-faerie kicked out at her but she spun sideways so his leg kicked his comrade. Throwing a left hook, she countered the next blow from the next half-faerie.

                All that was going well, but suddenly Wylla felt a half-faerie grab her around the neck from behind. She tried to flip him over her head by using his own momentum, but he was too experienced. He shifted his weight backwards, making her spine arch in a weird way.

                “Leave her alone!” a new voice shouted fiercely.

                  Before Wylla could register the voice of the newcomer, her captor stiffened and dropped her flat on her face. She rolled before he could land on top of her.

              “Sparrow!” she cried in relief, flinging her arms around him.

              Sparrow was the one guy whom she could fully trust in. He had always been there for her, always helping her when she needed it. Of course she liked him, more than a friend. But she was afraid that he would consider her nothing more than a sister.