Battle of The Elements COMPLETED

Chapter 6

Titania

The pain had stopped after an hour or so but this woman never stopped with her spells. She would mumble simple words and end up manipulating my mind in ways I had never known were possible. She could search through my memories and pick them apart until I didn't know if they were even real or just fabricated. What killed me the most in those few hours was when she started to reason with me; trying different words and perspectives until she eventually just tried to modify my opinion by delving into the most personal ways of my mind and searching through them and modifying them to her liking; but she could never change what I had thought of her, never.

"Damnit! Why are you so stubborn?!" The woman wasn't calm anymore as her shouting rang through the room as her spell was repeatedly cut off by my own magic.

"I won't let you see those. Those are the parts of my brain you will never touch." I said between breaths, exhausted from the torture.

"Whatever. You won't be able to fight forever."

"No, she won't." Bridgette's voice echoed through the room just as a giant ball of fire hit the red haired woman. Remarkably, it did nothing but make her flinch. The woman turned around, a look of pure fury and hatred on her face.

Bridgette stood at the large, rocky entrance with a huge smile spread across her face. On her left was Alex who looked at me with concern. On her right were Dane – staring at the red haired woman with pure disbelief and a sword in his hand – and Harrison – who showed no emotion whatsoever, his chest was heaving slowly and there was this intense look in his eyes.

I felt two hands at my feet and looked down to see a girl with large wolf ears, untying the rope that wrapped around my ankles. I looked to my side to see a tanned boy untying the ropes around my wrists. He smiled at me then went back to my wrists.

"Who are you?!" The woman screamed.

"Well, my names Bridgette. Nice to meet you. You seem to have one of our friends in your torture chamber, so if I could just grab her and the other children you took, we'll be on our way" a wild look edged into her eyes and a somewhat dangerous-looking smile appeared on her face "if not, we can sort this out the fun way."

The woman tapped her forehead and sighed "Don't you see I'm trying to help?" she turned to the tanned boy at my side and gave a little shake of her head, then she waved her hand and he flew backwards into the wall, "Why can't you just leave me alone?" she whispered before mumbling something.

The kind looking boy erupted into screams. He squeezed his dark eyes shut for a moment, then opened them to reveal bright, yellow, bloodshot eyes. The girl with the wolf ears flinched but never looked away from the knots at my feet – but I could see panic in her eyes and her hands shook as they manoeuvred the rope faster than before.

Bridgette's expression didn't change as she hurled yet another fireball at the red-haired woman, who screamed – but not in agony, no this was more out of frustration – as the flames engulfed her, then waved her hand over her body and the flames went out. Then the woman gave a slight roll of her eyes and snapped her palm towards Bridgette.

Bridgette didn't budge but Harrison was knocked off his feet and Dane dodged the attack by leaping towards the woman.

Dane sliced through the air with his sword and swiped at the now furious, crazy woman and missed her, cutting off a lock of hair in the process.

A low growl started behind me. I felt the girl's hands freeze for a moment then, untie the last knot so fast I could barely see her fingertips. Then, as the last of the rope fell limply to the ground she grabbed me by the wrist and pulled me away from the column. I felt something big shoot just past my back, heard a loud bang and heard a cracking, crumbling noise. I whipped my head around to see a giant wolf, its dark fur shining in the white light. It was standing next to what remained of the pole – which was only a few chunks of white stone – I heard it breathing, loud and heavy and it scraped it's giant claws against the white – what I think was – marble floor, leaving dents in the carefully polished surface.