The Journey to the North

Chapter 3

"Jordan! Jooooordan! Where aaaaaaare you?!" Matthew yelled. The 3 had spent all morning trying to find Jordan. Lysandros sighed. "There's no finding him now. He's obviously not here.We could look in there..." Lysandros looked towards the castle. Sir Redmont said, "Maybe he's captured in there. We should look."

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After three whole hours, Matthew finally found Jordan. He was in one of the locked rooms. When Jordan saw Matthew, his eyes lit up, and he jumped off the bed. "We should hurry, The castle ruler, Demien might find us." Jordan said.

"Why didn't you challenge him? You could've won man!"

"No way. I would be fudging stupid to try."

"Okok, I get it. Can we please get out of here?"

"Fine."

Together, they ran out of the castle, grabbing their mentors on the way. When they finally got outside, they saw a man in black armor waiting and smiling evilly.

"I CHALLENGE YOU TO A DUEL!" bellowed Demien. "DO YOU ACCEPT?" Matthew thought Jordan would be crazy to say yes, and was tempted to say "SCRAM!" when Jordan surprised him.

"Yes, I accept," Jordan replied calmly. "JORDAN!" It was Sir Redmont. "I FORBID YOU TO DUEL!" But Jordan wasn't listening. He mounted his horse, and slammed his visor down. He wheeled his horse around to face Demien, and Demien grinned.

"You are about to die young man." After one second he said that, Demien charged and knocked Jordan off his horse. Demien leaped off his own, and drew his sword. Jordan slowly got up, and drew his sword as well. Demien made the first move. He tried a overhead cut, to find that it had been deflected. The battle was a mayhem. It was a tornado of blades. Demien attacking, Jordan defending. Matthew was cheering for Jordan, but Sir Redmont knew better. Jordan's blocks were getting slower, but Demien's attacks never seemed to slow down. Give them three more minutes, and Jordan would lose. Demien's next attack's force was so strong, it teared Jordan's chest plate apart. Demien feinted to the left and kicked at Jordan's boots. Jordan toppled over, and Demien stabbed Jordan in the chest...right through the heart. It had been easy for Demien because the chest plate was already ripped apart. Jordan cried in pain and stopped moving, forever. Demien grinned, satisfied that his opponent has lost.

Matthew was in rage. Demien had killed his best friend, and he was going to pay. Without thinking, he let his anger control him, and his wand glowed. Matthew floated, and his eyes glowed as well. He shot a spell at Demien's feet, but for three seconds, nothing happened. Demien laughed. But then, a tiny crack appeared. The it grew bigger and bigger, until it had swallowed Demien. Demien fell through it, shrieking, "CURSE YOU!"