The Dimension Break

SEVENTEEN

It was midday. I jolted awake, nocturnal sleep pattern interuppted by the sound of flapping wings just outside.

I crawled out of the den to find our guards had been knocked out, filling me with rage. Mun and Mary lie on the ground, unconcious. I puilled out my sword. The person who had knocked them out was Rachael, mercy gone.

I pulled out my sword, eyes burning. "Not this again, little sister."

Finn was at my side instntly. We'd put him on a loose leash. He slept in the deepest part of the den, so if he tried to escape, someone would definately wake up because he'd have to crawl over them. But now, everyone was awake, too. "Rachael, I made this mistake, too! Emma is a great person."

"I doubt that..." A harder flap of her wings lifted her a bit higher in the air.

"Really! She's my friend! She accepted me! Please... Give her a chance!"

"You're a traitor to the Dark, Finn! I'm sorry. Your death is inevitable." Rachael hit me with her sword, but I moved to avoid the blow. I hit her sword with mine, and the blades sang a song of violence. There was a fury in her repetitive movements, striking the sword down again and again and again. I had to block it each time. My hands stung under thick callouses. The rat's nest of my hair was blown as the hits of her fury unfolded. She let out a cry of hatred or pain or something of the sort, then we stepped back for a few seconds.

Everyone sat there watching; this was my battle.

"Rachael, our mother was possessed. I had to kill her."

"You lie!" She hit me again, something I blocked with my sword, defying the low energy I had left.

"She killed dad. She would have killed you, too. But Mom was possessed and wanted to hurt us. I did this in our defense! Something killed you while I was fighting mom! When I came back in you were gone."

"You killed me damn it! It was you!"

I dropped my sword at the ground. "They feed your anger. This is a sign of trust, sister." My entire body was clear now. A shot could be taken anywhere that she wanted, if she really did want to kill me. I opened my arms in a motion as if I was asking for an embrace. My eyes burned, threatened to be filled with tears. "Won't you take it?"

She looked at me for a second, then looked away. "Whatever. I'd rather not kill you when you're so willing," Then she was off, flying away from the fight she started.