The Wizard's Assassin

Chapter 12 (Piscar)

"I got 'im! I got 'im! Yeeehee!" 

"Don't loose 'em! Keep at it! Fiya!Fiya!" shrieking sprites shot their spears from every direction. We ran forward, hampered by the hurricane of sprites. I zigged zaged on my broom behind Onyx riding the mare as though it were a race horse. I stopped and using my broom as a staff I directed a strong gales to the source behind us. Suddenly I found it hard to hold my broom. I was still weak from the attack by the Olcas Arrachi . Suddenly it hit me I wasn't standing on the path. In fact it ended a good twenty yards back and there was a distinct difference in the trees. They were no longer changing they were normal green leaves. "That wasn't very nice" one of the little imps called out "bombs away!" suddenly I was surrounded by clouds of sour smelling, eye burning yellow smoke. Coughing I threw another gust of turbulence and hopped on my broom. I zig zagged threw the messes of trees trying desperately to catch up with Onyx. 

Then out of nowhere a tree branch whips out and knocks me and my broom out of the air and back a few feet. "Splash- spa- loosh!" went the muddy slimy water as I fell into it. Coughing I pulled myself out next to the owner of the branch and groaned in frustration as I watched my now broken broom and muddy pack float near where I landed. "Nice one! Hooweee! That looked like it hurt!" 

"hee hee hee! Now the little witch boy can't fly!" I looked up to see two pot bellied green skinned, goblin-like faeries, hooting and hollering at their clever prank. Decidedly I took revenge on these unfortunate pranksters and slinge a couple balls of tightly packed of what I believe to be mud, at their fat round bodies.  

"Bah! Ha, Ha! Whoa!" thud. 

"Jim? Jim? Where ya g-ugh!" thud.  

Smiling wickedly to myself I pulled my bag out of the water, leaving the broom because once broken it will never fly again. I looked around and saw I was standing next to a river with marsh land and spacious trees all around for miles. 

"Great! Where did she go!" as if it were a cheesy play I heard her and her mare's cries in the distance in the direction I was heading, along the river. So I whispered to the water telling it to be cold and created an Ice flow. I hopped on lightly as someone of only 26.56 lbs could and used the water to carry me towards what I believe to be Onyx's voice.