Team Crafted: The Awakening

Sara

"Sara," the girl finished.

Hood draped over her shoulders, her eyes drifted between the six people. The icy blue pools held back any emotions. Eyes are like the window to the soul... Mitch shuddered, remembering his father's words. They tell every emotion, can share any secret. Looking back at Sara, he shook the thought away.

The girl herself looked surprisingly... young, the oldest she could be being 16. Shorter than the rest of them, she looked up at them defiantly. If Mitch could put a measurement to her, he'd guess around 4 feet.

She had short hair, colored like mocha ice cream. Mmmm.... mocha ice cream... He imediately started to crave the icey dessert. Her cloack was a deep purple, golden symbols hemmed the sleeves and edges of the fabric.

"So," Sky suddenly spoke.

He stepped closer to her, eyeing her carefully.

"Why are you here, how are you here?"

Mitch was shocked at the way Sky spoke. No longer did he joke or show emotion. He didn't crack a smile, or introduce himself before greeting her. Instead, he went strictly protocal (Aaand, I spell that wrong. VERY wrong!) His voice was cold, showing no emotion. He ask the questions, he did most of the talking. He was suspicious. He didn't try to make friends, he went straight to business. Did Ty do all this? Mitch was bewildered at the man before him.

"Don't freak out, k?" She gave a weary warning, "but, I-"

"Sire!"

A guard burst into the room. Sky whipped his head to face the man, rushing toward him.

"Endermen, they're attackin-" the guard's eyes widened.

Before he could finish, he fell to the ground. Mitch gasped at the sight. Sticking out of the guard's armor was a long, black, sword.

"What the.." Mitch gaped at the shiney blade.

"Oh my god..." one of the strangers covered her mouth with her hand.

Sky let out a small sigh before hesitently reaching for the blade. Grasping the cool, metal handle, he looked down at the soldier one more. Then, with a swift pull, he launched the sword from it's position in the man.

"What is-" the smallest of the strangers let out an audible gasp.

The sword was pure ebony. The blade pure and shiney, glinting in the lights and red liquid. The handle was scaled. It's bumpy texture like a dragon's.

Sky stared at the sword. He'd never seen anything like it. Nor had he heard of an Enderman carring one of these. The Endermen didn't kill this man... Sky's eyes widened when he noticed the small engraving ond the blade of the sword. It was an engraving all thte members of Team Crafted had gotten on their butter swords. The name of the owner of the sword. That was what got engraved. No... way... why!?

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(Le magical time skip cuz noodles)

Sky looked out at the semi ruined kingdom. The lower town was in shambles, walls were missing, houses were crushed, and almost everyone was either dead, dying, or injured. He sighed. The kingdom he'd spent so many years building, was crushed in a single sweep. If I don't take care of him now.... the kingdom will fall!

He turned to his battle worn friends, "I know who did this, it was Ty."

There were no gasps, or shocked looks. Solom nods were all that they gave.

Sky was torn. He'd have to kill Ty, or whatever's left of him, to save his kingdom. Can I really do that? He gave a slight shudder. He didn't think he could. An idea sparked in his mind.

"Hey," he turned to Sara, "Why are you here?"

The question wafted through the thick tenson.

"Well you see," she gave a devious grin.

"I'm from the future."