3 Ways

The Protectors

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Namjoo was just starting to calm down when she heard a swishing sound as if the wind had suddenly appeared. Lifting her head up she saw a figure run in through their wall and immediately jumped up from where she was sitting. She really wished her sisters hadn't left her alone now.

"Oh my god, please you have to help me!" the woman with light brown hair donned in casual clothing begged. Her face had a small scrape on it and she looked as terrified as Namjoo.

Immediately taking a step back Namjoo readied her hand to fire just in case she needed to. "Who are you? Are you...a ghost?" Then she shook her head and slightly moaned in horror, "I don't have any ghost friends."

"You don't understand! Only you can help me! Please, he's coming!"

Freezing in her spot she eyed the woman. Judging from her terrified expression, Namjoo could guess something even worse was going to happen. And she hated being right this time around.

Something or rather someone in a death-like cloak that looked it had been worn for centuries transitioned into being. A slight gust of wind swished in her ear before she turned around to see him. With a deafening scream she hurled herself to the ground by the strange woman when a black ball appeared in the palm of his hand, and of course, he aimed it at her. It landed by her feet so quick she felt her heart race in panic. The black ball immediately disappeared and she saw a dull dagger disappearing along with it.

The strange woman behind her pulled her up and when Namjoo was finally on her feet, she realized how tall the intruder was. When she saw the black swirls forming into a ball in the center of his palm she grabbed the woman.

"Run!"

It was when they ran out into the hall that Chorong made her appearance. After dodging the ball, Chorong ran over with furious confusion on her face.

"What the hell is going on!?" her older sister demanded before turning to the strange woman.

"Don't ask," Namjoo cut her before she could speak. "I don't know what's going on...duck!"

Namjoo shoved Chorong to the floor and moved in time as another ball came hurling at her. Turning to the strange woman she demanded, "What is going on!? And who is he!?"

Before she could explain another ball came flying their way. Namjoo was pushed out of the way in time, but it slammed into the ghost's body and she flew back against the stairs. How it could touch and hurt her when she was already a ghost made no sense to Namjoo, but it wasn't really time to be asking any questions.

"Alright, that's it!" Namjoo pulled up the sleeves of her sweater when Chorong rushed to the ghost's aid upon noticing her injury.

"She's bleeding!" Chorong shrieked.

"Hold on," Namjoo called before flexing her fingers before muttering, "fireball, fireball. Ok...I can do this."

Within a second she could feel heat emanating from her skin and imagined herself throwing a baseball all the while flinging her arm back to let go of the fireball in her palm. It skimmed through the air smoothly and Namjoo could feel a sense of pride grow within her, but she'd been unable to foresee what would happen next.

The intruder immediately disappeared from spot and she watched the fireball land on the carpet where it continuously ate at the material.

"Namjoo!" Chorong screamed, but when Namjoo turned it was too late.

Something sharp stung her shoulder before the intruder sent her flying into the living room where she clumsily knocked her head against the corner of the coffee table before landing on the ground.