Wither Sickness Book 5: Legends Remembered

No Time For Risks

My hands trail against my armor, the star shield.

It shines radiantly and it matches it's name perfectly.

I hum to myself, my gleamning diamond sword in my hand.

My sword hasn't uselessly clattered to the floor yet, so I'm just guessing that I have a tight grip on my sword.

The armor was heavier and reinforced. At least...according to Ivor that is.

The armor did feel kinda heavy, but that's fine. I'll get used to it.

My eyes trail up towards the beautiful sky and I begin to whistle quietly.

The warm radiant sun was silently setting over the horizon, the vibrant red gates of beacon town coming into view. I slip my gleaming diamond sword into my scabbard, after all there's no point in carrying it around right now.

My soft gaze turns to the twinkling stars in the nearly pitch black starry night and a cool gust of wind blows. I silently pick up my pace and my eyes just about catch the gates of beacon town sliding open.

It's probably them. I squint, trying to get a better view of the three figures walking on the wide gravel path. Their not too far from me.

A head whips in my direction and the trio stops, turning to me. My fast pace turns into a jog as I catch up to them.

A wide smile lights up my face and Petra smiles too, her hand resting on her small hip.

"Ha! I knew you'd come!" Petra exclaimed, punching my shoulder.

I beam and my gaze turns to Sylvia and Sylvie. Both of them were wearing cloaks, and I couldn't tell who was who. The only difference between them was that one just looks irritated and the other one seems rather amused.

"Uh.....I'm sorry, but who's who?" The words slip quickly out of my mouth. "That's Sylvie," The twin on the right says, pointing to Sylvie, who was on tbe left.

Sylvie glares at her twin and crosses her arms over her chest and huffs. "Clearly your the one with the syringe's. And what does Sylvie carry," Sylvie mutters motioning to her twin.

"Swords?" She asks curiously, both her eyebrows raised. Sylvie face palms and clenches her teeth and I'm really perplexed now.

"Syringes dum-," Sylvie suddenly pauses refraining from saying anything else.

She then takes a deep trembling breath, "Let's just get going already."

"Sylvie carries-,"

"Just...ugh....can you please stop...!" Sylvie grumbles.

"No."

"Serouisly...."

"Sylvia's really pissed right now," Petra slowly whispers in my ear.

"But whose who?" I whisper back, still utterly confused, my left eyebrow raised. "Sylvia's the one on the left," Petra whispers, just as Sylvia clenches her fist.

"I've never seen her so upset before," I whisper back, my eyebrow raised. "Well now you have my friend...now you have." Petra whispers, chuckling lightly, her hand patting my back.

"You seem rather amused about it." I whisper back. "Psh....if only you could've saw it...," Petra drifts off, a small grin on her face, "Sylvia's twin really pissed her off this time."

Petra playfully socks my shoulder, "You just had to be there Jesse," Petra says, chuckling quietly, her ember colored hair swaying with the wind as she shakes her head.