The Gods of Jueses: Quest for the Golden Spark

-BRAYAN-

SATURDAY (or technically, THURSDAY)
Dreams come true, but nightmares are dreams too. Almost immediately after I slept, a 'dream' invaded me.
I was back in Starkrow's court, sitting on the king's throne. Even so, this time there was no one else there. Just him...and, now, me too.
'So, you finally arrive. You fools still can't guess that simple connection between your destiny and the way out, huh?' He paused, waiting for my reply, but I was too shocked to say anything.
'I wouldn't have interrupted like this, but you pests are taking too much time. Four days have passed since you entered that Kozef, and you still couldn't get that silly prophecy!'
Four days! Are you kidding me?
'No I am not, you fool.  If you don't wanna believe me, then don't. But remember one thing; the answer you are trying to find lies right here.' He said, making a strange hand gesture. I was going to say 'Not interested in how bad your hands sweat!' But the scene shifted. I was now standing in Jueses Gemises. All students and teachers were running here and there- ordering others, equipping battle supplies, practicing spells-preparing for war. Suddenly, Professor Wolfbane materialized out of nowhere. Ouch! He looked like somebody just used him as a punching bag. His right eye was swollen and the other covered with an eye-patch; his clothes were shread to pieces and his cheeks were blue. However, his amiable smile was still on his face.
'We only have five days! Be quick!' He ordered. 'Prepare for the war.'
The scene changed again. Now I was in between some sort of the Board of Directors' meeting, just that these people here were kids. About two dozen kids were sitting on thrones. They all were attractive and rich. I was a bit startled at first, but then I noticed a girl I had seen just yesterday: Atina. These were the Nerds. Nerds in their favorite form- teengers. Atina looked beautiful as ever, on her right sat a really, really strong boy who was playing with a knife-cum-a deadly sword. He warped his wrist, and it changed into a knife. He warped it again and it changed back into a sword. That was, without doubt, Polemos.
'But there is no other way Skee,' said a woman, gazing at the boy on her right. Whoa! The girl was...beautiful. Atina looked like nothing in front of her. She wore a sleeveless white top and a mini skirt. But her face...that's indescribable. Her beauty was beyond words, beyond anything. One could stare at her all day and still mourn even if he was made to look anywhere else. She was so beautiful that even Helen of Troy would have looked like Medusa in front of her. Her beauty made one thing clear; she was Ephotrodia; the Queen of Beauty. On her right sat a kid even more handsome than John.
'You are right, my dear. The Golden Spark is our only option to defeat Starkrow,' said Skee.
'Then why can't we help those kids?' Atina asked.
'Alas! We cannot. I fear that the truth must now be told. Do I have your permission, my dear?' asked the Nerd.
'Yes you do,' replied Ephotrodia.
'Then listen, O guardians of the universe! slayer of evil, protector of life! listen to your lord,' Skee said. All the kids looked up in his direction.
'We can't help the kids, as one of them hosts Him.'
'What?' everyone gasped.
'But...which one?' Atina asked.
I wish Jas had shown some patience and hadn't woken me up at this delicate moment. But...alas! Destiny.
I woke up. Today the breakfast was noodles yet again. I narrated my dream to them, and they stared me like I have gone back to the Jurassic age and wrestled with a T-rex. Why am I getting a déjà vu?
'Of all what you said, the thing that's ticking me is that Starkrow is trying to help,' said Jas.
She has got a point.
Then again, what happened at the Nerds' palace came back to me, but before I could say it, John spoke up, 'Haven't you been paying attention? One of us is hosting Starkrow. What else can it be?'
This guy really has brains.
'The question that now arises is that what did his hand gesture meant?' I asked. I had a strange feeling that John would know the answer to that, so I tried to read his mind. But I could see nothing. Either his mind was blank or he knew how to keep it well protected...or...perhaps my vision had gone bad. No. That's only possible if...NO.
But I was not wrong. John came up with an explanation: a good one.
'Maybe, just maybe, is it possible that the prophecy literally meant the path of our destiny?'
'What are you trying to say?' I asked.
'Jas, map.'
Jas grabbed her handbag, unzipped it and took out a roll of paper and handed it to John. John unrolled it.
'As I thought.' He muttered with a glint of happiness. 'Can't we make it short?' He asked. Jas put out her hand. John gave her the map. Jas placed the map on the floor and then her fingers on it making the mirror image of C. Then she converged her fingers; surprisingly, the map shrank into the size of her palm.
Whoa! This girl really knows some tricks. Or perhaps I need to learn some more.
'Perfect.' exclaimed John. 'Now, I want a sheet of paper and glue.'
More surprisingly, Jas took both of those put of her bag. What is not inside that thing?
John glued the map to the centre of the sheet. 'A pencil please.' John asked.
'Holy Polemos! I forgot to bring that!' Jas exclaimed.
So there's my answer.
'Umm...then don't you have some-turn-your-finger-to-pencil kind of spell?' asked John.
'No. But better,' I said. I closed my eyes and concentrated. Then I opened them and asked John, what do you want me to do?' I asked.
'Just trace my hand.' He replied.
'Okay, just don't panic.' I said. I concentrated even harder and made a small request.
Lord Agner, let your fire not harm my friend.
Then a flame irrupted on the index finger of my right hand. I touched the tip of the paper and immediately a really narrow line of fire appeared. John cried but didn't pull his hand off. The flames coursed through the boundary of his hand and then died, leaving a line of ash, as narrow as a pencil stroke.
'You call that better?'
'The point is, what were you trying to say?' I said, sensing his growing anger. In reply, he withdrew his hand from the sheet. I was awestruck at what I saw. I kept staring at it in bewilderment.
There, in front of me was a hand, with the map lines acting as the figure's suppliment- the palm lines. The lines on ones' hands are believed to be according to thier fututure life. Thier behaviour, their luck, the age they would witness thier death, everything- even ones'destiny.
The path of one's destiny shall lead the rest.
The line and it's meaning became clear now- one of our handours will lead the way. How, is the question.
'John, you are a genius!' Jas exclaimed. Yes indeed he is.
'But still, we don't know the right path.' I interrupted.
'Actually, we do,' John announced. 'Only one line on our palm is called the line of fate- the line of destiny. That's the right one.'
Where did he learn that from?
'Okay, but know the question arises- Whose?' I asked.
'That is what I don't know,' John replied.
'It's pretty simple, actually,' Jas joined in, 'the one of us whosehand matches the map is the one to lead us'
Simple logic. Duh!
And sure enough, that lucky one was John. His hand matched perfectly with the lines on the map. And he wasn't even surprised.
I thought that was the end of our struggles. But, for the millionth time I was proven wrong. We were just one mile away from our goal when I turned to check the map. John cried, 'Brayan! No! Wait!' But it was too late- by the time I understood what he had said, I had touched the map. And the moment I did that, I cursed myself. The color of the walls melted with the map on it and rose to a vaguely humanoid body, each one six feet tall. Its body was full red with some yellow lines that looked like veins; except the eyes: they were void. Even though I was standing about a meter away, I could feel those eyes pulling me. That feeling was something I was familiar with- the same one that came from Deco's sword. But the point was- Uh Oh. We are in so much trouble.
All three of us summoned our armor- or tried to; John couldn't do it, again. He had even memorised the spell but still it didn't work. Man! I could have sold my three universes for his armor. But in reality, John had to stay behind. I looked towards Jas,and at the same moment she turned towards me. I gave her a nodd and she nodded back. We charged at them.
NOTE TO SELF: Never in life touch a creature melted from a wall, especially when Jas is not at your side.
I slashed the first creature and it immediately vapourised.
Okay, one down, just about hundered to go.
I slashed another while I watched Jas vapourisig three of them in one strike. This girl really has talent. Have I written that before?
It was then I did the mistake. While I marveled at Jas's brilliance, someone hit me hard on my left arm. My right arm swung in surprise, dividing the creature in two clean halves before turning it to dust. Then they came, all of them . I slashed the first, stabbed the second and turned revolved three hudred and sixty degrees to cut through five of them at once. I looked towards Jas. She looked towards me and shrieked in alarm, 'Brayan! Your arm!'
I raised my left arm to inspect what she meant, and let out a cry myself. My left arm was rottening. Then it started- pain. The one I have never experienced before. Like a hundred elephants were standing all at once on my poor dear left arm. But then the scariest thing happened- it began to shrink. The pain was so high that I fall- unconscious.
I opened my eyes. In front of me was a feminine figure with long hair that glowed really bright and  a really birght blue-ish body. She had her right hand pointing in front where all those stupid creatures whirled in air and then exploded, which created so great an impact that I blacked- agian.
The next time I woke up, we were beneath the sky, the real sky. Johm was sleeping in a sleeping bag with Jas sitting on his right, admiring the stars. She looked towards me and mouthed- You should sleep. I had loved to, but then my eyes fall on an object at her right on an object that reminded of hell- her diary. I put in all the energy I had and got up, took out my diary and started writing.
Finally- signing off!