Royals VS Outcasts

Chapter Two

Author's Note: Was that good, or WAS THAT GOOD?! Well, hoped you liked it! On to the STORY!

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I scowled. Every year, on Friday the 13th, a god or goddess child has to battle with another outcast kid. Whoever wins gets to be in the Blue Palace and whoever loses has to leave. This doesn't mean if you lose you HAVE to join the outcasts, it means you have to be somewhere else, maybe in the mortal world, until the next 13th. Basically, you're just swapping places, unless of course, the outcast loses. I guess they always have next year. 

In my opinion, I don't think this is a very good idea. I mean, if you were me, and you lost, you had to leave. I did nothing wrong! But, if you were an outcast, you deserve another chance. SO you WANT to win. But if they win, then, like Akash said, I'm done for. So it's like sad. 

'"Well... I better prepare." I said, getting up to leave. 

Akash got up too, "Need help?" he offered, suddenly all serious. I knew he didn't want me to leave. If I lost, there's a chance I will never see them again. We were just joking, but now the idea of the battle seemed more real than ever before.

I nodded solemnly, "I could use all the help I can get."

Akash followed me out the door to the Weaponry Room. Daggers, swords, spears, and clubs hung on the wall. Not to mention the other varieties. I mean seriously, with all the weapons we have in this room, I could imagine more than one million ways to die, using only those. I usually went for a sword, and Akash liked a club, although he was WAY better with spears. Akash ran over to the wall and picked up a big spiked club. He nearly fell from the weight. "I got this!" he said. Then he miracalously lifted it. But it took me no more than a second to realize that he was using anti - gravity. You could say it was MY gift to others (like SS from Prakash), though it was more of an accident.

I snapped my fingers and the club fell, right on top of Akash's foot. His eyes widened and he yowled, shouting a few words I might not repeat. It wasn't curse words, it was just hurtful. For goodness sake, he called me a Veer! Wait, I forgot, you don't know what a Veer is. A Veer is an UGLY, VILE, creature that looms in the Banished Land, where it feeds on unsuspecting Leejurs, a pesky little type of bat. So yeah, you could say Akash also called me UGLY and VILE. I wasn't at all feeling sorry for what I did. "The Healing Room is just down the hall. I think you can make it." I said. 

Akash scowled, his face bright red, "Thanks, I know the way. I'll be back, VEER." He turned but winced. "Uh... Can you um, anti - gravity me?"

I guess I did kinda feel sorry, and I wasn't that mean, so I lifted him up in the air with a waggle of my finger, and sent him down the hall. The rest was up to him. I went to retrieve my sword, MoonShine. She was tucked away in a safe. As I neared the safe, it popped open and the sword flew into my hands. I felt the familiar tingle as it settled into my hands, the blade a pure white and shining. It was a special one, that one. It had actually been a long time since I held MoonShine. I hadn't went into battle for a long time. I think the last time I went was when I was 10, and now I'm 13. I actually started battling when I was 3. 

Suddenly I heard fuming behind me. I whirled around to find Akash, foot better and all. "You just DROPPED me! Luckily, my OTHER sister was nice enough to give me a cloud ride. But she thought it was funny when I was rained on and struck by lightning. BUT, but, Helia  fixed me all up real quick, being that nice little girl she is." He hurramphed and crossed his arms.

I couldn't help myself, I burst out laughing. "Helia's FIVE! I'm surprised Med didn't help you." Med's real name was Medaryl. However Med was 15, a much better healer than Helia, not to mention more experienced.