Hi everyone, RoseSaiyan 2 here! I hope you guys enjoyed the first two chapters of my original story that i've been working on for awhile. Hopefully you guys are at least interested by it. Like i said I am trying as much as i can not to copy ideas from other sources cuz then well.. it wouldn't be original, would it? I'd appreciate if you guys left some comments for feedback on the story so far and.. going forward. I appreciate constructive criticism. I will either delete or ignore comments directly aimed to just trash the story. Only constructive criticism is allowed, flaming will not be allowed.
Anyways, that's enough from me! Onto the story!
P.S: As this is an original story, I own the rights to all of the characters who do appear throughout this story.
Chapter Two: The Return of Sylverant
The thing about a race is that you only discover whether you've won it at the finish line.
The seven of them ran like the answer mattered — because it did, because somewhere ahead of them Guerrinville was going about its ordinary Friday afternoon entirely unaware that a military zeppelin the size of a city block was making deliberate progress toward its center, and every second they spent covering ground was a second the town spent not knowing.
Max kept his eyes forward and his pace steady and tried not to think about what would happen if they arrived second.
They didn't make it fifty meters past the tree line before the soldiers appeared.
Six of them, fanned in a loose arc across the path — scouts, from the looks of their lighter equipment and the absence of the heavy formation armor the main garrison would wear. Someone in Sylverant's command had sent them ahead to survey the island before the larger force descended. Standard tactical procedure.
It was also, right now, deeply inconvenient.
Max pulled up short, the others grouping around him. He clicked his tongue.
"We don't have time for this."
Hoko was already studying the distribution of the soldiers with the quiet, measured attention he brought to most problems. "Do you need a distraction?"
"If we can get one, yes. Any ideas?"
Hoko looked at his sister. Honoo looked back. The exchange lasted approximately one second.
"Don't worry about it," Hoko said, and the corner of his mouth did something that could generously be called a smile.
Max opened his mouth. He was not fast enough.
Honoo moved first — one hand sweeping outward in a broad arc, and the water that answered her was immediate, precise, a sudden wall of it that hit the six soldiers broadside before they had time to register what was happening. They stumbled. They slipped. They were, in the space of two seconds, thoroughly soaked and thoroughly off-balance.
Hoko pressed his palm flat against the ground.
"Freeze."
The word was almost casual. The ice was not.
It spread outward from his hand in a fractal rush, following the water Honoo had laid down, climbing boots and shins and armor with the relentless patience of something that had always intended to be there. The soldiers locked in place mid-stumble, caught in poses of surprise that would have been almost comedic if the situation had allowed for comedy.
Hoko straightened up. Looked at the result. Nodded once, satisfied.
"Nice," he said.
Honoo was already running. "Come on! I said I'd leave you!"
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