Chapter 32

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                                                                                        -Paisley-

    All the twins pulled out their weapons. It seems Timmy and Jimmy don't have their weapons on them since they won't be receiving theirs until their 14 birthday. Instead, they have a sword just like the guards. People who are nearby the twins start freaking out because they know what is about to happen and do not want to be nowhere near any of them. As for me and West we knew we had to be the ones to try to separate them. I still don't understand why they all need to always carry their weapons on them.

    They were all still staring at each other. I am pretty sure one of them were waiting on who will pull the first move. Then I hear Pierce voice yelling at them not to start anything. Right after he said that Mason starts throwing his daggers at Greyson, but he must have been using his gift. He set the daggers on fire without using any matches. If his power is fire, then what could Greyson power be. It must be very similar to Mason. I will not lie; it must be nice to have fire as your gift.

    As the daggers head straight to Greyson. He ducks low and fast so that the daggers would go over him. The daggers end up in a wall behind him. Everyone then starts splitting up so they can have more room to attack their sibling. All of them were attacking one another without even realizing that they were scaring the rest of the people. There where bows and daggers being thrown everywhere. West and I did not want to get attack, so we end up hiding under one of the tables.

    Out of nowhere we started hearing footsteps and voices over the table. I can tell by the voices that it was Mary and Carey. I can hear them yelling at each other to put their crossbow down. Of course, they both refuse to since neither of them trusts each other. I was scanning the area to see if I can find Pierce, but he was too busy trying to break up his son's fight.

    Avery then joins us under the table. Seeing her gave me an idea. I know who can help us separate all the twins. I ask Avery where the protectors were. "They're all back at the protector's circle sleeping. They didn't want to show up at the party because it didn't feel right without Storm."

    "You need to wake them up and tell them what is happening."

    "I can't leave you both here in the middle of all of this chaos."

    West tried talking to Avery to convince her to leave us alone. "Paisley and I will be alright. If you don't get the protectors though then I can't say the same thing about everyone else."

    She nods her head and tells us that she will be right back with them. As soon as she left, I saw from under the table across from us Stella and Alexa were fighting with their spears. I could not help being worried. Each of them was so close to stabbing each other with their spear. Stella was using all her strength to push Alexa back to the table behind her. I am guessing she was trying to make her land on the table with the food, but then Alexa turns around.

    It's weird she knows the table is behind her, but she continues to walk backwards towards it. I did not understand what she was doing until I saw it myself. I could not believe my eyes but, Alexa was literally walking through it. How was this happening. West whispers next to me saying it must be her power. I think he was right and from Stella expression it seems she forgot what her twin sister power was. Alexa grabs Stella spear and pulls her in and unfortunately Stella face hits one of the huge cakes. Soon as you know it, all of Stella face was covered with cake and frosting.

    There were too many fights going on. I mean there was one happening on top of us while the other one was across from us. Suddenly a small rat appears from under the table where West and I were at. We had just got done with those giant rats in the forest and now here is this little one right next to us. I know it was little, but it still freaks me and West out so much that we got out under the table.

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