Tales of the Five Nations 1-Scarblade

Chapter 2-The Great Escape

Alban and Feris woke up the next morning, and ate breakfast and had a regular day, which would change later, when they had planned their Great Escape to begin.

Alban sat on her bed, looking at the sword her mother had given her when she was younger, which was made of steel, and had green, red, black, and white gems at the handle—they didn't look particularly good altogether, but she loved it nevertheless. This sword could contain Alban's Fire Powers. Whenever she tried to use her Powers while holding other swords, she would melt them, the fire coming from her hands was too hot. This was a side effect of being a Fire Mage and a Curser.

Feris was in his room, packing the rest of his clothes into his overnight bag. He had an overnight bag and a shoulder bag to pack his few things to take on the journey ahead. They couldn't pack many things because whatever they packed, they had to carry themselves, and they would be walking most of the day to get to the Fire Nation's hideout, since they hadn't been taught how to Teleport yet. Alban's sword had an Alati Teades Spell casted on it, before they had been pushed through the portal to the Human World, and the spell would make a message on the sword, saying where the Fire Nation had moved to now.

The Fire Nation had been in hiding, that way the Ice Nation wouldn't capture them all and send them to their deep, dark, cold dungeon. The Nation only had about 150 people left, and all of the Fire Mages died in The Battle of Mortale, which is why only Alban is the only one left with Fire Powers, the ability to produce Fire from her hands. Feris remembered the night so vividly it was like it had only happened yesterday.

He and Alban had been pushed through the portal to the Human World, where Mr. and Mrs. Saucier would soon find them. Alban's parents had died that night, from a blast of magic from one of the Ice Nation's Ice Mages. Feris' parents had lived, unlike Alban's. They still stayed at the cottage he had helped build so many years ago. The cottage was on a field by a creek, away from the Fire Nation's original location. And not even a quarter mile away was Alban's parents' house, the old Armastus home.

There was a quick knock knock on the wall beside Feris. He knocked back once, meaning Alban could come over to his room. Alban walked through the pass through closet, which has always been their favorite way of getting from one room into the other, into Feris' room.

"Got everything?" Alban inquired, looking at the bags Feris had on the floor.

"Yup. Clothes, jacket, toothbrush, blanket, everything."

"Good. I just finished helping Mrs. Saucier with dinner, and it should be done in about five minutes. The plan has begun—did you get the tickets?"

"Yes, everything is on schedule."

"DINNER!" yelled Mr. Saucier from the kitchen.

So Alban and Feris walked through the long, unlit hallway just as they had the night before, but with a different mood, an incentive to get through the disgusting food of Mr. and Mrs. Saucier's cooking. Tonight was the last night they would have to suffer the gag-worthy garbage.

"This is so good!" Mr. Saucier exclaimed, her mouth filled with packaged mashed potatoes as Mrs. Saucier nodded excitedly. Alban and Feris thought otherwise—Alban stuffed the potatoes into her mouth, and excused herself to the bathroom, and Feris did the same, following her idea.

"Anyone want some leftover cake from last night?" Mrs. Saucier inquired, looking at everyone in the dining room for an answer.

"We're okay for now," Feris told her. He looked over at Alban, and caught her eye. She blinked her right eye once: now.

And Feris stood up, almost sending the table flying and probably bruising his thigh in the process, pointed his wand between Mr. and Mrs. Saucier and shouted, "Obliviscatur!"