They were just a group of teenagers. Friends. Classmates. Survivors.
Until they uncovered the relic-an ancient artifact once entrusted to Merlin himself. At first, it seemed like nothing more than a forgotten piece of history. They didn't know it wa...
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'✭.<Alora Ivory>.*• This sucks
The night was supposed to be fun, a secret party by the lake, the music pulsing through the trees, laughter in the air, but no. It took one spark for the whole night to go up in flames. Alex didn't even give a warning. He launched at Tristian like a bullet, fist colliding square in his face. Tristian stumbled back a few steps, bunking hard then that adrenaline hit. The crowd roared in excitement. People surged together, drinks were flowing, face were filled with excitement like they were watching an intense quidditch match instead of my brother trying to beat my brother in the dirt. Within a blink, Tristian's fish crashed into Alex's stomach. He collapsed choking on air without having a second to recover, Tristian kicked him hard in his ribs. The crown gasped some cheered, it made me feel disgusted at their enjoyment. Tristian was on top of Alex. Straddling him one hand pinning to his chest, the other wrapped tightly along his throat.
"Tristian!" I screamed, pushing through the wall of bodies. Alex face was turning a crimson color, his hands was weakly clawing at Tristian's arm, it was no use though. His strength was fading. "Get off of him! You are going to kill him!" I didn't wait for anyone to help me, I ran straight to them, grabbing Tristian by his shoulders. "Tristian! Stop, STOP!" He barely acknowledged me. He looked back, his eyes were like he wasn't there. He shoved me away-not hard but enough to make me stumble back. I caught myself breathless, my chest tightened up full of panic. That is when Mattheo stormed from the shadows, grabbing Tristan by the back of his shirt, and ripped him off from my brother. The crowd gasped, some in shock some in disappointed since the blood and was just getting food. Mattheo caught me and yanked me by the arm, pulling both of my wrists like I was going to jump back in.
"Stay out of it, Ivory." He hissed in my ear, pushing my hair out so I can hear him over the louder roars, "They'll tear each other apart and drag you with them." I shook my head, trembling eyes burning. "Mattheo, please. Please-do something." For a moment, he just stared at me. A unreadable expression flickered up his face, pity and annoyance. He let out a frustrated sigh. He slammed his fist into Lorenzo chest, "Get you ass moving." He flinched but nodded. Mattheo whispered to him, too low for me to catch. Lorenzo shot me a glare then back over to the chaos. he pulled Theodore into the plan, and together they shoved their way through the crowd. Meanwhile, Alex who was bloody, furious and gasping for air had been dragged back to his feet. He tackled Tristan this time, knocking him completely on his back, fists were through. Tristian didn't try to block them at first, his lip was split, cheek was already swelling. Alex grabbed him by the shirt dragging him up just to slam him back to the ground again. Punch after punch.It was less than a fight more severe savage beatings. Their fists are soaked in red and their faces weren't faces anymore.
"Tris, Stop it!" Tara screamed from the edge of the crowd, her voice tired and scratchy. Her calls were drowned out by the cheering, the chanting. The bloodthirsty noise. This wasn't even a party anymore: Mattheo was done playing around now, grabbed Tristian by the collar, and threw him aside like unwanted trash. Tristian hit the dirt, coughing, blood smearing through the grass. His eyes were hazy, sometime in the mess he had cracked his head open, his hands were red and shaking as he pressed the wound. Lorenzo and Theodore restrained Alex each grabbing an arm dragging him away as he thrashed like he was some animal. "Get the hell off of me! I'm not done with this bastard." He screamed. "It's over. Done with Alex." Mattheo muttered coldly. The crowd started the quiet down the roars, the cheers became murmuring, people began backing away uncomfortable, awkward. Bored.
