* On the way to finishing this! Work has been busy, but the next chapter is the last chapter! Yay! But then there's the epilogue and a few extra stuff. Enjoy the battle scene and other dramatic stuffs!
Note: This chapter is unedited.
After she heard the telltale rustling of Alistair frantically putting on his own armor inside the tent, Rima hurried forward towards the monk and healer (they had practically burst out of their tent).
"I need to set up protection now or they'll come in and destroy the supplies and weapons we have stored!" Laurel looked anxious but nonetheless raised her hands and began producing said shimmering shields out of thin air.
Shan was decked out in heavy-looking copper-and-green armor. The healer, who was beside him with her palms out front, was dressed in a more delicate (but still strong, Rima hoped) silver armor with metallic blue designs. Caleb, who had just stepped out of his own tent, had armor that seemed to be between Shan's and Laurel's in terms of thickness, which suited his frame very well, and was colored silver and red.
When Alistair emerged with Shaheen fluttering above him, almost tripping over his metal boots, Rima had to admit that his own light gold-and-red armor suited him very well too, and she had the sudden urge to kiss him (she would have, if they weren't in the middle of a battle that was just beginning).
"We're going first! See you there, and be careful!" Rima said to the healer, who nodded and she, Shan and Caleb wished them luck.
The Guardian turned to the falcon hovering above them. "Shaheen. I don't want you getting hurt in battle. Please stay in the middle of camp and fly away when demons come too close, okay?"
The Perien falcon blinked and chirped, giving her an unimpressed look that Rima knew all too well at this point. But the bird was smart, and fluttered down to her shoulder, nuzzled against her cheek, fluttered to Alistair and nuzzled his, and flew off back in the direction of their tents.
By the time the Guardian and her Protector reached the part of the swarming battlefield closest to them, there were already bodies on the ground, and a number of injured attempting to fall back to the healers.
Horses whinnied and tumbled over as the humanoid demons' extended weapons speared their chests, catapulting their riders into the horde of roaring enemies. Flames erupted and electricity crackled, burning flesh and hair, pooling blood across the ground and scattering the red droplets into the air.
People screamed and grunted as they fought. The clash of metal on metal was deafening, and the occasional sight of scrambled brain and crumpled organs made Rima's stomach tremble dangerously.
She saw Shan, Laurel, and Caleb arrive out of her peripheral vision and smoothly enter the chaotic battle before drawing on the power in her necklace and attacking any demons she could see with magic herself.
During the brief moments she was vaguely aware of her surroundings, while she hurled ice with her fists and swung her flaming scimitar, Rima saw Shan barrel through groups of demons. Caleb made demons keel over in a domino like fashion with his cestuses. Alistair hacked more demons with his own sword and Laurel conjured up a shimmering sphere that extended over and around the Guardians, Protectors, and soldiers.
The shield easily pushed the smaller creature-like demons, with their bat wings, curled claws and spines and horns, back. But the larger humanoid or elemental ones merely stepped through and continued battling them. And there were a lot.
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Guardians of the Prophecy
FantasyOn her eighteenth birthday, Rima left her hometown to embark on a journey, as prophesized by two people. She is one of the Three Guardians chosen to protect a mythical source of magic in her world... magic that has been rumored to have the ability...
