Freight-Tale And The Tomes Of Mortality

4 - Water Hazes And Cryptic Phrases

Freight-Tale's anguished cry cut through the night, and Keira could feel the intensity of his pain and confusion. It was as if he was reliving a traumatic experience, and she didn't know how to help him. She took a step closer to him, her heart filled with compassion and concern.

"Freight-Tale, what can I do?" Keira asked, her voice filled with worry.

But the hero seemed lost in his own torment, trapped in the memories that were haunting him. Keira knew that she had to do something, but she was unsure of what. She glanced around, hoping to find some way to assist him.

As Freight-Tale continued to struggle with his inner demons, Keira spotted a nearby water main access point. Without hesitation, she rushed over to it and opened the valve, releasing a stream of water. She then directed the water towards Freight-Tale, trying to cool him down and rinse away the pain and confusion that were plaguing him.

She continued to blast him with the water until he finally came to his senses, shaking his head and blinking rapidly. His hair was soaked, but he was able to stand, as he glanced at Keira in embarrassment.

"Thank you," he muttered, "but I must go."

"But wait!" Keira yelled as Freight-Tale attempted to move away.

Though she was too slow. The hero took advantage of his super speed, disappearing into the shadows before Keira could even blink. The young woman felt a pain in her chest as the hero sped off, leaving her alone in the alley with her thoughts.

She couldn't believe what had just happened. The hero had seemed so grateful for her help, but then he had run off. What did it all mean? Keira wanted to chase after him, but she didn't know where he lived or where he would go, so she was left with nothing but her questions and her confusion.

Instead, she decided to head home. It had been a long night, and it was well past her bedtime. She just hoped that Freight-Tale was safe.

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As the birds began to sing in the morning light, Sky Hilling awoke. He had never felt so drained in his life. His body felt heavy, like he had not slept at all. But he knew he had. He could remember it all- the nightmares of his past, his sister's sacrifice, and now that woman in white.

He intended to clear his mind, sitting up and turning to face his bright orange bong. He took a moment to gaze into its clear surface, wondering what it was about this one that made it so special. He had had plenty of bongs in the past, but there was just something about this one that made him want to use it again and again. Shrugging off his thoughts, Sky stood from his bed and turned towards the window, opening it wide and allowing the fresh air to sweep over him.

The early morning sun shone brightly, but it was nothing compared to the blinding light that filled the air, and as Sky stepped into the light, his body was filled with a melancholic feeling, almost like he was being drained. He glanced down towards his desk and grinder, and it wasn't until he had seen them that he noticed the presence of his PC. It was still on from the night before.

As his eyes focused on the screen, Sky noticed several news alerts about a brand new situation currently unfolding. The boy slipped into his chair and began to pack his bong as he read through the several notifications.

"The British Minister of Defence and a dozen of his staff were found, having been turned to stone." read one.

"Prime Minster missing, several new statues matching his family's description have appeared in their yard overnight." said another.

"What is going on in London?"

Sky couldn't believe his eyes as he read through the reports. It was clearly a case of magical terrorism, but where had the magical villain even come from, and what was the point of such a cruel attack? It had to be a message of some sort, but for what purpose? And for that matter, who would have the power to pull off something like this?