A/N: So here's chapter 12. For those of you who didn't check, I finished the rest of chapter 11, if you would like to take a look at that. The part where I continued from is marked by another note, so it should be easy to find. Also, I will be editing chapter 8 within the next 2 days so it will be completely different ;P enjoy!
"Aargh!" Brogan said in frustration. He ducked a blow from Ione and dove onto the ground while swinging his legs forward, knocking her off her feet. Attack! Duck! Retreat! They continued with their sparring match to no avail, afflicting only several bruises, and neither contestants were willing to give up.
Finally, Ione managed to punch Brogan squarely on the nose, causing a stream of blood to fly forth. He lunged forward, knocking her into a tackle. Blood dripped down onto his clothes. But this wasn't just blood, not like human blood at the very least.
"Holy fungii!" exclaimed Ione, leaping from Brogan and staring at her fist.
It was covered in a metallic, silvery substance which also dripped out of Brogan's bleeding nose. Brogan gazed at in astonishment at her and wiped some of the blood off from his nose which had stopped bleeding.
"Isn't-isn't blood...red?" whispered Brogan in pain.
"Looks like Mythara blood isn't," returned Ione.
She shook her hand in attempt to get some of the blood off and it splattered onto the ground. But instead of just lying there like normal, human blood would, it dispersed and lit up the ground in a green, fluorescent light, creating a circle of brightness with a five foot radius and the drop at its center.
Brogan placed his hand onto the shining ground and gasped, "It-it-talks!"
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Mythara
FantasyWhen Brogan's parents disappear, he is only six years old. When he meets his previously unknown sister, Amber, life changes drastically for him. Then enters Ione into his life. He's now sixteen and its been years since he's seen another human. When...
