"Are we really so intelligent that we would know if we were not?!"-Constino
And still, he had no idea what they were for.
"We are done here for now..." Smyth spoke to everyone, "Now you'll go to train and return when you have earned your tools."
"Oh mann!!!" Duke whined, "I thought this heavens thingy had already settled that!"
"Having a weapon is empowering," Smyth explained, "Before we empower you we have to be sure that you're capable or at least not irresponsible."
"I get it...you have trust issues!" Duke concluded.
"You will pass right there..."Smyth instructed pointing to a dark door way in the north western side of the room. "I shall hope for your safe return."
They obeyed and begun to move...
"Creed..." Smyth called out.
"Please leave the handle here..." he said to Jim once he had turned, "I'll need it a lot more than you will." Jim obeyed and followed the others once he had handed over the sword handle.
It was a basic room. A cube in fact. How were they going to do any training in such a narrow space?!-they all wondered. There was nothing in the room to look at, let alone admire.
"Are we in the right place?!" Jim asked and echoes asked right back over and over again.
"This is where the door led..." Breala answered and so did the echoes.
"After seeing the heavens water back there..." Duke commented, "I think we are in hell's bathroom!"
And again, the echoes repeated the words...
"You are ridiculous as always!" Jim replied to the commented and it echoed.
"Do you get more ridiculous or is this your optimum?!" He asked sarcastically. It didn't echo!
"What do...."Duke began to reply but Breala silenced him.
"Sshh...shut up!" She said.
"Don't shut me up!" Duke protested, "I shut up when I..."
But she interrupted him again...
"The echoes have stopped!" She said, "There's someone controlling this room..."
Then the walls suddenly began to move in, reducing the room gradually but fast too!
"Run!!!" She shouted. And they all ran towards the door which was practically also moving towards them. But then the door, their only way out of the room, suddenly disappeared. There was no way out and the room continued to shrink. Strost spread out his wings and covered the other three as they waited for their demise...
"A mother hen's instinct..." Said a voice, "That's pretty good!"
"If you are protecting the chicks from wind or rain that is." the voice added. Strost withdrew the wings and they all could see again. It was a bigger room, a classroom in fact complete with a white board. The voice was of one of the elders, Sormesa.
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CREED, The Fiery Storm
FantasyJames Thomas Creed is just a 13year old boy with a terminally ill father, a mother struggling to cater for the family and a little sister, Rosie, who looks up to him. A seemingly chance encounter with an alien mineral ore changes everything and he s...