Chapter 3
The gold dust swirled into the air and disappeared when it went too far. The golden dust then formed itself into a copy of a being. This perfectly replicated Ryan's spirit and physical being including personality and power. This would help at least stall Ryan but not for long. Although, I had to maintain this copy with my energy which was difficult since it consumed a great amount of energy to sustain Ryan's physical and spiritual being. The level of power I'm at, I probably could sustain 1 for an hour or so. This took quite some time to weave the replication, so I needed time. Ryan then started running towards me.
"Hey!" I yelled. The human next to me could hopefully stop Ryan for a while until the weaving was over. "Hey man!"
"What?" He asked awaking from unconsciousness.
"I need you to stall Ryan for a while, I have a plan but I need time," I said
"I might be able to, how much time?"
"A few minutes"
"Alright," he sighed.
Once I recovered my energy, I woke up in in a room with a strong lavender smell. The walls were painted white with flowers of a vibrant color. The windows are long and ran down the walls illuminating the room. I squint when I look around, adjusting my eyes to the amount of light given. I noticed lied in a bed on top of all the blankets, and I was bandaged almost completely. The injuries didn't hurt though, I felt normal ass if nothing had happened to me. As I sit up a young woman was sitting across the room knitting what looked like a scarf. I tense up when she looks my way still not knowing what actually happened to me.
"Your finally awake," she smiled
"Where am I?" I asked rubbing my eyes
"In a healing facility"
"Then who are you?"
"Name's Isabella"
"Nice to meet you Isabella. Do you know how I got here?"
"Well, when many people who have gone missing suddenly came back, they told us where they were held captive. We then sent out search parties and medics to see if anyone was left, we only found you"
"Thank you for bringing me here, but on your search party did you happen to run across a human perhaps?"
"You were the only trace of anything living there"
"Ok," I say looking down to the ground.
The woman stands up and just as she's about to leave she tells me that I have a few things at the end of the bed. She closes the door and I hear her footsteps leaving. I crawl to the end and see a pile of clothes neatly folded with my blade, still covered in blood stains, on top. I move my blade over and realize the pile of clothes wasn't my original clothes. I look at them and try them on, a perfect fit. I felt flexible and light with the new clothes. I had a white t-shirt, loose black pants, white socks, black leather gloves, and black shoes. When I fully dressed myself I heard a knock on the door.
"Come in?" I say almost as if I were asking a question. The door smoothly opens and the young woman was back.
"Hi," I say
"Sorry, I forgot to give you this," she says. She hands me a blue trench coat and a black belt.
"What's this?" I ask
"It's a trench coat, a man name Matt left it here just in case if a Cyrus K. was ever to drop by," she said
"Thanks"
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The Prophecy
FantasyWhen a fifteen year-old boy named Cyrus ran through the fires that burned down the farm he lived in, he learns that there's much more to himself and his family. Once he finds out that he's a Koredon, his dreams of becoming a true hero are starting t...
