Elizabeth Arrow finds herself facing the destruction of her entire world. To add to this, her angel little sister is missing. She is devastated, but then one day, a mysterious golden butterfly flutters past her dwelling, signaling hope. It leads her...
"I mean," she replied, "that Zhormii was once one of the kijo, but turned to the dark side. Now, come, we must journey and seek him out."
"How?"
"Do you see how the zherti are coming from one specific place?"
"Yes?"
"We go where they're coming from. But we'll need protection."
I pulled out my sword.
"Yes," she said, "the zherti will be unable to fight the flames; their hearts are not pure."
I swung my sword around, practicing.
"Ok," I said, "let's go." She fluttered around towards the town. The zherti by now had noticed us and a couple were headed towards us.
"Alrighty then!!" I yelled. I ran towards them, swinging the sword above my head.
My heart was pumping. The adrenaline was rushing. But for some reason, I felt great!
I brought the sword down upon its ugly head. The zherti burst into orange flames, disappearing into a cloud of electric dust. "Woah!!" I exclaimed, "That was awesome!!"
"More are coming," yelled Origami.
I struck them all continuously. They came from every direction, snarling with huge, dagger-like fangs. They tackled me and clawed at me, but the sword held them at bay.
One lunged at me, tearing at my flesh. I screamed in agony. "Aaahh!!" Blood was pouring down my arm. The pain stung like a wasp, searing through me.
"The sword!" the butterfly screeched. I remembered. I touched its blade briefly to my wound, which took but a few seconds to heal.
"Awesome!" I said, fighting off more zherti. I slashed and swung, and each time the orange flames around me grew.
But I was in no pain.
They were coming on me fast, and I realized I couldn't hold them all off. They were crazy dangerous and strong, and I was tiring.
"You need to get to shelter! I hadn't realized how much they could weaken you!" Origami instructed me.
I heeded her and ran wildly forward, turning this way and that to keep the zherti off with the sword, as well as search for a hiding place. They kept coming at me, and I was still searching frantically. By now the sun was high in the sky, beating on me. I couldn't take much more. Then I heard a voice.
Just as scared as me. Just as young as me. Offering me help.
I turned around and saw a frightened, pale and dirty face peeking out from a well-protected, beat-up but not worn down house. It repeated its call.
"Over here!"
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