Immortal Healers/Solangelo

Chapter 12

It seemed as if Immortal Healers were more ignorant than I thought. The 'original' Latin version of the prophecy was in no way the original. The prophecy had been handed down verbally for centuries before someone wrote it down. And as with everything that was passed down verbally, it had been messed up. The English wasn't far off, but not completely correct. I looked at the Latin and the English translation written in red ink. It seemed so simple, so clear.

saeculum est praeteritum, scire
liberatoris eximatur vagabundum
unum perddet vatae pro anima sua
et conplet illuc cavae
delectus videt finem absens
vel Tenebrae venit at aurorae
orbis vivit vel cadat ab improvise
magia potential est aeternum

It made more sense suddenly. It also seemed to be clear which part of the prophecy had already played out.

The age we know is over
The saviour saved by the rover
One shall lose his life for his soul
And thus fill a hole
a choice sees the end gone
or the darkness comes at dawn
The world lives or falls because of the unexpected
And magic is forever effected

'The age we know is over'. 'We' was meant to be the Immortal Healers. 'The age'¸ must be the age when the Healers ruled, incognito, across the globe. For centuries we ruled. Then, the disappearances started. Magical beings across the globe, disappearing without a single trace. There were no patterns in the disappearances, only that all that were taken were magic. The magicis lost faith in the power of the Healers. Their position of power was questioned, until they started disappearing too, faster than any of the others and in large groups, often to be found deceased later. They lost their power, and we lost our kind, until nothing was left, except me.

"Nico! Did you even hear what I just said?! We're being attacked!" I turned to Will, who was looking at me with a mixture of annoyance and interest in his eyes. There was none of the panic that had been present during the previous incidents. A strange calm had settled over the blonde, and in all honesty it was scarier than seeing him panicking.

"Yes okay, change of plans. We're not staying in London. We're going to Scandinavia. To Vinsel, Sweden."

I stood up, gathered the papers I would have to take with me, and stored them under my shirt. "See that vase? Lift it up and put on the coffee table."

Will looked sceptical but did it anyway. As soon as he lifted the vase a mechanical voice rang through the apartment, "emergency procedure activated. Detonation time: x-10 minutes. Total lockdown activated in x-8 minutes."

The wall where the TV hung started to shift. The TV slid away into a slot, and the wall slid apart in two panels. On a steel wall weapons were displayed, from daggers to long swords, hand guns to a 10. WTS .50 BMG. (Google it).

Will stepped back as I stepped forward. Off the wall I took a small throwing knife and a sword, made from black steel. I picked up the longest sword hanging from the wall, and one that was about the length of my entire arm. I handed Will the longest sword first. He almost dropped it, but managed to keep it in his grip.

"How does it feel in your hands? It needs to feel like an extension of your arm. It can't be too heavy, if you feel like when you swing you'll stumble after the blade that's not good. The grip should feel good for two hands. Try to swing with it."

He swung the sword, and instantly lost his footing. I took the sword from him and put it on the ground. I then handed him the next sword. He closed his fingers around the hilt hesitantly. He swung it forward, narrowly missing me.

"This one feels right." There was still hesitance in his voice.

"But..." I let the sentence die down.

"It just doesn't feel right. A sword. It just doesn't feel like something that shouldn't be in my hands."

I looked at the collection hanging on my wall. There weren't a lot of options that didn't involve blades, but maybe there was something. In the corner, a bit more tucked away than the rest, was a bow, made entirely out of white wood. The string was dyed a deep red. A black quiver hung next to it, filled with arrows, all different deep and dark colours. I tentatively took it down from the wall, holding the bow tenderly, as if it could break at any given second.

Will took it in his hands, the perfect height for him. He took one of the arrows and aimed at the open window. He pulled the string taunt, and released. The arrow fell through the air and disappeared out the window.

"I think we're ready." He swung the quiver over his shoulder and fastened the straps. The bow was secured in his other hand and he turned towards the balcony determinedly.

The first monster crawled onto the balcony. Before I could summon my sword, an arrow whistled through the air, hitting it straight in the chest. The arrow seemed to streak gold in the air.

Mrs. O'Leary bounded forward and disappeared into the shadows. I heard her howl down on the street, calling out for help. I ran forward, Will close behind me.

The street was crowded with monsters, as far as we could see up and down the blocks. Police sirens could be heard in the distance.

"Hold onto me, and we'll be down in a second." I motioned for Will to grab my arm, and concentrated on the ground below us, where Mrs. O'Leary was ripping apart monsters like paper. I felt a tug in my gut, and when I opened my eyes we were stood in the battle field.

It felt surreal to be standing here, at what seemed the battle that would end the world. Dark magic was visibly swirling through the air. It seemed as though the trees were withering before my very eyes, leaves turning brown and fluttering to the ground.

Will was still firing arrows, and it wasn't my imagination playing tricks on me, his arrows left trails of light in all colours of the rainbow in the air.

A monster approached me, an obviously poisoned axe in his hand. I slashed my sword through the air and cut through its stomach. The monster dissolved into dust, the axe crumbling to ashes.

I fought off monster after monster, keeping an eye on Will to make sure he was okay. He was, apparently, more than okay. In fact he was glowing. Monster that stepped into a one metre radius of him spontaneously combusted.

Monsters kept approaching, and I fought back just as determinedly. However, a loud growl distracted me. I turned to the south end of the street where the sound had come from. A large, grey creature was making his way towards us, wading through the monsters like they were grass.

"Troll! We have to leave! Now!"

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hello. i have returned with an update after only half a year. for those who are still reading this, thank you, and i appreiciate you deeply. i hope you will stick with me till the end. the next chapter is gonna be the climax type chapter :)