A Game of Flags

Chapter Four: The Bridge of Myriad

𝗔s the Army of Orcs rushed in, the Solidarity ran at the crowd with the weapons they had, as Arathor and Eli gave a few warning arrows to start it off; others like D'Angelo and Greflyn were already swinging their weapons around, and soon after; Arathor took out his broadsword, and Eli took out his Dual-Katanas; and they joined in.
The Three Younglings had their swords armed, as they stood confused by what was happening. None of them would speak, as the atmosphere began to fill with noise, something wasn't right for Perrin.
Yes, something wasn't right; it was not the fact that they were doing it effortlessly; it's the fact that this place is crowded.
Arathor jumped over the table and kicked one Orc down before elbowing another in the face, he turned to the Younglings and cried: “Run! Save yourselves! This is a madness!”
None of them answered, but then one Orc hit Arathor in the face with what appeared to be a broken shield, unfazed, Arathor struck back with a slash, but the Orc quickly retaliated as it headbutted Arathor in the face and pushed him.
With the Younglings now behind Arathor, and Arathor's nose slightly bleeding, the Orc swung the Broken Shield again—
—now the Orange Aura was surrounding Perrin again, he acted on instinct as he leaped forward, swinging his sword, as it went right through the Orc's leg and made him fall to the ground.
“For Freedom!” said Perrin.
Arathor turned towards Perrin. “For Freedom,” exhaustingly he said. “We need to get out of here.”
Arathor grabbed the Broken Shield and threw it at an Orc, causing it to fall down, as he called out to the others; “Retreat! There are probably more armies of orcs coming, we have to retreat while we can!”
“Aw, but it was starting to get fun!” said D'Angelo, as he swung his axe at an Orc, before making his way towards the exit, with Eli right beside him; shooting arrows at them.

The Younglings ran out of the door, with Arathor slowly behind them; rest came the Solidarity, as Arathor slammed the door shut and turned to D'Angelo. “You said places like this were empty,” he said. “Why is this happening?”
“Well, in my defense; we live in a time where Dwarves don't live in Mines anymore, so i didn't know Myriad still had Orcs in them.”
“No time for a History Recap!” said Greflyn, as he turned to Arathor. “The Bridge, Arathor, we have to get to The Bridge, it is the only way out.”
“Is it really?” said Arathor. “But what about the Gate?”
“Forget the Gate!” said Evera. “They're about to come through!”
“The Youngling is right!” said Eli. “We need to act quick, or we're all gonna die!”
“To the Bridge it is!” said Greflyn, as he began leading the way; everyone started following him, they went through a few atriums and a few hallways, and a few steps to get to the quarter of the bridge.
“Don't look back!” said Greflyn. “Focus on getting to the Bridge!”
They came to a dead end when they found themselves in a Maze or some sort, the Solidarity desperately looked around; but there was nothing to see but pitch darkness that lied upon the alleys of the Maze.
A beam of light came out of Greflyn's staff, which was abnormal for the Mortals, but a Warning Sign for Greflyn; “This place is not safe,” he muttered. “And i mean, it's really not safe.”
The Roars of The Orcs could be heard, as Perrin slowly murmured to himself: “Once the time comes, they will come out from the darkness.”
Greflyn turned to Perrin. “What did you say?”
Perrin looked up at Greflyn, “Once the time comes, they will come out from the darkness.”
For the first time in many, Greflyn had a fearful look on his face, as the Solidarity had now heard a roar that most were unfamiliar with, but Mortals like Eli knew exactly what it was.
He murmured: “Is that...”
“Indeed,” said Greflyn; “as Perrin pointed it out just now, and just as i expected; it is here.”
“What is it?” said Arathor. “What is out there!”
“A Celtog,” said Greflyn, “one of the many things that shall be feared, it is nothing like an Orc, it is way beyond an Orc, as soon as we entered this Country i knew something was wrong from the start; with the Armies of Orcs to this, it was inevitable on what was bound to happen.”
Greflyn turned to the Others. “This foe is beyond any of you,” he said. “And there is only one solution — RUN!”
Greflyn bolted towards an Alley, as the Solidarity started following after, they were now in pitch darkness; with nothing to see but a torch coming out of the Wizard's staff, before they knew it; they now found themselves in a new alley, with a Pit underneath, and now there was a Staircase that led to another room.
Greflyn looked up, as he saw tiny rocks fall out of what appeared to be a Boulder dangling from the Roof, he stopped Eli going further as he murmured; “Do not trust what you see,” he said, as he motioned them to look upwards. “That Boulder is bound to fall any minute now.”
“Well what are we waiting for?” said Perrin. “It is now or never!”
The Chants and Roars of Orcs could now be heard again, as Eli said, “Perrin is right,” he looked at the stairs, as he began rushing down. “I can't stand this madness!”
“Eli!” said Greflyn and Arathor, as the Boulder began to fall down, but luckily it didn't hit Eli, instead, it broke the stairs into two, and the rest of the Solidarity slowly went down.
“Well there is no choice!” said D'Angelo. “We have to jump!”
“I'll go first!” said Eli, as he leaped across the gap, landing perfectly, as he looked up at the others. “Evera — Gimitri, come on!”
The Two Younglings jumped at the same time, with Eli just catching them in time, as Arathor grabbed D'Angelo, and threw him across the gap, with Eli grabbing him just in time aswell.
Arathor turned to Greflyn. “Go,” he said, “i'll throw Perrin over then i'll jump.”
Greflyn nodded, as he threw himself across, landing safely, as Arathor turned to Perrin; “You ready?” he asked.
Perrin nodded, as another Boulder began to start falling, as Arathor and Perrin jumped at the same time; just making it across to the other part of the staircase.
“Now we flee!” said Greflyn, as he marched the Solidarity again; they went down the stairs, and ran into the alley that lied ahead.

The Solidarity had now been running for a few minutes now, still hearing the faint sound of the Orcs and the Celtog, they now ran in single file across the Bridge, as Greflyn went to stay behind.
The Celtog had now catched up with them, with its gigantic whip made out of fire making sounds as he swung it around, just clashing with Greflyn's staff, as Greflyn grabbed onto the Whip with his bare hands (yes, bare) and swung it with full force, causing the Celtog to stumble and start running towards the edge.
The Solidarity was amazed with the hidden climax Greflyn was showing, as the Celtog began to fall over the edge; and the battle was over, Greflyn had won.
Or so they thought, the rope of the whip had hit Greflyn in the chin, causing him to spin around in circles; and eventually fall down into the pit, as he cried out; “Fly without me! Fly!” and then he was gone.

“We have to go! Now!” said Arathor, as he opened the Gate with his key, as the Solidarity went in Single File, and they made it to the next floor.
They were now standing at a steep cliff, as the Gate slowly slammed shut behind them, the Younglings were full of tears; consoling eachother, Eli and D'Angelo had dissapointed looks on their faces, and Arathor looked down at the grass in despair.
At once he rose up. “We have to fly, quick, before the Orcs catch up — Eli, D'Angelo — get the Younglings up.”
Eli grabbed Evera up. “Come on lad,” he said, “don't lose hope now.”
Arathor saw Perrin at the cliff, as he said; “Perrin? Perrin, come on — we have to leave!”
At last Perrin turned around, his eyes was red and full of tears, and a Sun's Mark shining orange crossed his forehead, as he slowly said; “All hope is lost, we can't go forward now.”

Five is soon!