The Red Nobody

~ Ten ~

ROBYNS P.O.V

Why was MY fathers name in this book? Sure I'd never really had the chance to see him before, mother always said he was on a nicer island, but I definitely don't believe that anymore. Why would a dead mans name be in a book? Rayla told me her family had deceased, but then why was my fathers name there?

I flip to the next page it reads:

Tyune Xhqut

Great its in a language I cant even understand. All I knew was that Tyune is one, we still use the native numbers, just not any other words. I tried to continue down the page, only a few words caught my attention, those were the only words I could understand. One sentence I could fully understand, read: unquol tre foh jdør uni frgette gecx kixse yheib, blexxed divqe fguo toöght. Which meant, those who were killed, their names may be written in a form of the unknow. All words in Nijòran were backwards from english.

The sentence makes me think, written in a form of the unknown, does that mean the first two pages with the names on them, means, THAT is the form of the unknown. There's no way that could be a form of unknown, its clearly written in a book, in english! The frustration annoys me. I need more clues, and maybe a translator of some sort. Maybe, a book? Or a person who can speak fluent Nijòran?

RAYLAS P.O.V

"Exventress, I'm hear for you." His voice croaks, its so rough and so deep. I stand my ground, showing no fear.

"You took EVERYTHING from me that day, you... you." I have no words to describe my hatred for him. I mean why wouldn't you hate a man who took your entire family and your beloved home.

"Enough of your, games?" He coughs and croaks as he talks.

"Give me your life and blood and stand down Exventress. I want nothing more, we can do this so quickly, a swipe of my finger acrosss your throat how does that sound."

"You dare use my fathers final name SO BLANKLY!" I scream.

"Just use my name, I know you know it, so use it. Don't ever call me Exventress AGAIN. Never mind, you'll be dead anyway." I try to threaten him as much as possible. I would unleash all the power screaming to be released, and he would be begging for mercy. I jump forward at him, shooting my power in every direction. 'He dodged them ALL!' I yell in my own mind. What is he capable of?

"RrrrrAHHHHHHHH!" I roar, flying at him with all my might. I unleash a large blow of electricity. NOTHING. It doesn't hit him again! How could this be. He has no heart, but I admire his combat skills.

"Your weak Exventress, no match for me. Why do you think I was able to kill off your race?"I

"I'm Nijòran! My race still lives on, the whole island is full of them!" I screech back at him. What does this delinquent want with me? I throw more angry attacks. Trying to decipher his every move, so I can hit him where it hurts.

"You are clearly no Nijòran, not even your blood has any signs of a Nijòran. You share the same blood as your parents, the elders, even the Druids! All the same race. But you choose not to except that, it is our race. It's your race!"

I deny his ridiculous statement. I want to stab him in the heart, and take it as my own.

"So then why eliminate it?!" I struggle, trying not to show it, but deep down I have a feeling that, Blacze was right. I had markings, I had the white wings. I live here. He's wrong and I know it.

I don't need his stupid, idiotic opinions on my race.

"You don't know anything about your own race, yet you chose to protect it? Fool! I can sense your thoughts, and you can sense mine, but you are to weak to get past my mind. I know you think I'm wrong. But you known I'm not lying." I refuse to listen to him, but his words still get to me somehow. I clench my fists in anger, my face going red.

"You are WRONG." I scream and throw large shots of magic right at him, at the same time, my fury with Blacze made yell in rage. I fly upwards to help manoeuvre myself way from any attacks. Smoke rises from where my shot hit the ground.

Blacze stands up, his mask looks towards my direction. The aqua markings on his mask begin to glow a bright blue colour. He flew his cloak around himself and disappeared in a thick layer of purple smoke. I search around and begin to panic.

I hear a loud boom come from up above me, I look up just in time to see Blacze ready to attack, I merely dodge. He lands on the ground, howling in pain, he rips his cloak off to reveal a slightly baggy jumpsuit, completely black, marked with dragon scales for shoulder and knee pads. A small necklace hangs on his neck, made with a small green and black gem. I cannot see any skin, long black hair, tied in a ponytail hangs just below his jawline. His mask covers the rest of his face and neck.

Blacze continues to scream out in pain until a set of oversized, jet black wings appear, twice as large as mine. He pants after the extreme pain. He looks up at me again. Suddenly I see a second pair of smaller wings appear under the large ones. 'He has FOUR wings, HOW!' I think to myself.

He growls at me and flys up to my position. I prepare myself for an everlasting battle.

Authors note:
here is a picture of what i pictured Blaczes wings to be like ⬇️ enjoy :) Any mistakes, help a fellow writer out :) thanks!