"Atlas! Why did you do that?" Yelled Immi, looking at him with the hilt of his sword above Vigor's unconscious figure.
"HE WAS IN YOUR ROOM!" said Atlas.
"He was saving me."
Atlas rolled his eyes and scoffed.
"Every time I try to do something good I'm wrong aren't I?"
The conversation turned into a heated argument about good deeds and such. This went on for about twenty minutes, as both Immi and Atlas constantly defended themselves.
Suddenly, the door of Immi's room burst open again and a panting Alana stumbled in. She looked at Immi, then Atlas, then the unconscious Vigor.
"Wha-" said Alana, cut off by the three guards who had been following her.
"Atlas get them!" screamed Immi while the guards tried to kill Alana.
Atlas rolled his eyes and said, "Hey, guys what's up?" as he casually drove his sword into one of the guards' stomachs.
Immi charged into the chaos and burned the two remaining guards. The flames spread quickly to the walls and Immi ran to the window, dragging Alana along with her.
"Atlas, grab Vigor and get over here," said Immi.
"Here I am, doing all the hard work again," groaned Atlas.
He ran to the window and took hold of one of the vines.
"This seems sturdy enough. Immi you go first," said Atlas.
She agreed and climbed down the vine. She helped Alana down and they waited for Atlas and Vigor.
Immi looked up and saw that the fire had traveled to the entire wing of the castle. She fell to the ground and let out a sob, scared of what she could do. She felt arms around and she steadied herself waiting for the pep-talk from Atlas, but it never came. He just picked her up, hugged her, and said, "Sorry, love, I have to carry this...thing."
Glaring, Alana said, "That thing is my cousin, who you incapacitated!"
"Oh my gosh," said Atlas, "He was in her room! Of course, I knocked him out. You people! He's lucky I didn't stab him!"
Alana scoffed but didn't say more.
"Okay," Alana started, after some time had passed," I have enough energy to get us back to my house, I think."
"I'm sorry, did I say we were joining you?" asked Atlas.
"Atlas," said Immi, "They came to get me, I don't know about you but I'm going with Alana."
Atlas sighed, "Fine, but if you're going I'm going too."
"Awwww, how touching," said Alana in the background.
Atlas glared but picked Vigor up.
They all took Alana's hands and she teleported home.
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Exile
FantasiI wrote a "book" with some old friends, starting in 7th grade and completing it in 8th. It tells the tales of an exiled girl on a mission to overthrow a horrid tyrant, with accomplices, situationships, and an enemy who may not be what people think.
