Freight-Tale And The Tomes Of Mortality

15 - Embers Of Unity

"With the privilege of middle-class fear. Plus internalized hate 'cause I'm queer. Plus I really wanna have that beer. I guess the enemy's the face in the mirror..."

These lyrics, sung by K.Flay, held a lot of meaning to Sky. The song reminded him of his life, of the life he led. It reminded him of the people he loved, and of the people who had hurt him. It reminded him of everything that had been taken from him and everything that he had been through. It was the perfect song that captured Sky's feelings.

That captured what sometimes truly went on in that mind of his.

But he was able to turn his feelings into something positive, something powerful. He was able to look in the mirror and not hate himself. He was able to accept the life he had been given and appreciate it.

He was able to be Freight-Tale!

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The group ran along the rooftops of London, making their way towards the spire of the church. It was just up ahead, and they needed to get there as soon as possible. They needed to get to Trandz, to stop him before he could do anything else.

But at the same time, they knew they had to be smart. They knew they had to keep their eyes peeled, they had to stay alert. If they let their guards down for even a second, if they made even the slightest mistake, then Trandz would get away, and the world would truly be lost.

As the group approached the spire, they noticed a large crowd had already gathered there. They were standing outside, surrounding the entrance, as they all watched in anticipation for something to happen. It seemed to be an entire gathering of red-robed figures, and as the group looked down upon them, they couldn't help but feel a sense of uneasiness, a feeling of dread wash over them.

The group ran across the rooftops, moving as fast as possible before they finally reached the church itself. Jumping off the building and landing on the ground before the church's entrance, they'd make their way to the crowd, slowly pushing their way forward as the red-robed people stood before them.

The gathering chanted and prayed as the three approached, their voices joining together in some kind of rhythm. They were praying for their goddess, they were praying for the end of times.

The trio pushed their way through the crowd, attempting to get to the front doors of the church. But soon, Crimson's followers began to push back, using their strength to try and hold the three of them in place.

"Let us through!" Keira yelled, trying to break free.

"You shall not pass!" one of the followers yelled, her voice cracking as she did so.

"Oh be quiet Gandalf!" Sky retorted.

Suddenly, the church's doors began to open, with all eyes turning to face the entrance. Red energy would erupt from inside, swirling and billowing around as if it were alive, as if it had a mind of its own. It was a sight that would make any sane person want to turn away, but as they all watched, they spotted something from within.

Sat on the ground, mumbling away, with the two Tomes of Mortality at his side, sat the headless Trandz. With the books open before him, he would read away, moving from tome to tome each time he spoke, as if he needed both books to fully complete what he was about to do. He was ready to finish his work, ready to finish everything he had started.

The red-robed figures grew more and more violent, with the chanting increasing in volume as they became frantic. They yelled and screamed, with the heroes eventually having no choice but to fight back, to force their way through.

Myth, grabbed hold of a special-looking bo-staff and beat his way through the crowd of people, knocking them backwards as if they were nothing. He would also leap off their backs and flip over them, all the while making his way towards the church entrance. Fright-Tale, however, simply ran across them all, knocking them aside as she continued to push forward. Sky used his super speed to create a tornado of fire of sorts, moving through the crowd like a hurricane.