The Fire Immortal-Book 5

Chapter 39

Here's the next chapter! I'm a little surprised that you guys didn't seem surprised about the spy's identity... or are you surprised? No one told me, so I don't know haha. Could you guys please tell me if you were expecting that or not? Because I would like to improve my writing and if it wasn't enough of a surprise, I have got some things to fix. :) Anyway, please vote and comment for this chapter anyway! :) Next week, I might not be able to update because I have school exams starting on Thursday, but if I can, I will! :D I really hope you guys like this chapter and please share it with your friends on wattpad, Facebook etc. Picture of Arulan on the side! :D 

Chapter 39

                       "Arulan! We're falling in droves!"

                       Arulan pulled his sword out of his latest victim's neck, from the gap between his helmet and his body armour. He swung around, splattering droplets of blood from the tip of his sword as he did so. His messenger was flushed and pale: Donovan, who in the heat of the battle had risked travelling at light-speed so that he could deliver a message to Arulan that would hopefully save their lives.

                       "We need more soldiers, Arulan!" Donovan said frantically, fighting his way over to Arulan's side, blocking blows with his staff and using the wood like a blunt spear. "We're completely surrounded; we aren't going to last another hour at this rate."

                        "Donovan, watch out!" Arulan shouted; a magician with a gleaming sword had appeared behind Donovan.

                         With strength Arulan did know he'd possessed, he hurled his sword like a javelin straight at the magician. The sword pierced the magician's helmet, causing him to fall to his knees, inches from Donovan's body. Donovan whipped around, swinging his staff around into another magician's body, so violently that he himself staggered back from the force of the blow.

                         "Thank you," he panted, as Arulan reached his side, now also wielding his staff in both hands; he had not been able to get his sword back yet.

                         "Don't mention it," Arulan replied, standing back-to-back with Donovan in order to better protect each other. "Now, what were you saying?"

                          In between the exchange of strikes and blows, Donovan told Arulan the status of all the magicians around the camp. None of the sections were doing well; some areas were about to be breached and badly. If they didn't get any reinforcements soon, they would be completely overrun.

                           "We don't have any other reinforcements," Arulan said frantically. "We have magicians and Moon Children and we have some half-an-halves, but we'd need hundreds and thousands more monsters and magicians in order to survive."

                           "How about a ghost?"

                            Arulan whipped around. Two ghostly figures were floating beside him, hand-in-hand. One was female, the other male. Both had long hair, but one of them held a staff in one hand, while the other held a bow. Ghostly weapons, as deadly as mortal weapons, with the right magic. Thanks to Troy helping them to enter the Mortal World, they were now as substantial as the living magicians and Moon Children fighting the war.

                           "It's about time," Arulan grumbled, but he couldn't keep the relief out of his voice. Kayla and Benjamin knew how to make an entrance, alright.

                           "We were preoccupied," Kayla replied. "There was a little skirmish among Varmer's dead minions and ours. We lost some people, but not nearly as much as they did."