Powerless in a New World

Chapter 7

Outside Haven, the king looked down and admired a small, but big enough lake. He raised his arms, making a chunk of water detach from the lake and crawl to his legs.

"You coming, nihil?"

"Yes, just..." Mychal began. She took off her bag and handed it to Flaaron. "I'm trusting you with my life," she said. "Keep this safe at all costs, I'll come back for it."

"Are you sure you don't want to stay? Maybe I should go-"

"No, Flaaron. This is my fault, I have to help them," she jumped on the king's back and wrapped her arms around his neck.

"Hang on," he muttered. The water suddenly lifted them off the ground and carried them, like a wave carrying a surfer. The wave sped them around the walls of Haven, going farther past it. In the horizon, Mychal could see a volcano peeking its head out.

The wind fought against Mychal, tugging at her hair and trying to push her off the king's back. Nevertheless, she hung on tight, refusing to let go as they went speeding through the path of a diminishing forest.

"So, what's your name?" Mychal got through the roar of the wind.

"I am Walter, a king of the Aqualites in the North Western hemisphere."

"Only in the North Western Hemisphere?"

"Of course. You don't think I'm the only king of the Aqualites, or that Zorania is the only queen of the Florites, do you?"

"Not anymore, I guess." Silence stood for a few moments. "My name's Mychal."

"Well Mychal, get ready, because I'm about to speed up."

King Walter surfed through the path even faster than before. Just a few minutes later, the volcano was up ahead. But right in front of them was the truck with what appeared to be just Percival driving toward a small cave.

"You see that cave?" Mychal nodded. "It's actually a tunnel that leads to a valley. Go through the valley and you will make it to the Pyronites. Well, according to my spies, that's the way."

They were moving faster than the truck, but Mychal had doubts on catching up in time. "I don't think we're gonna make it to them in time," she said out loud.

"I won't... But you will," Walter says, as he raised his hand. Water from the bottom of the wave wrapped itself around Mychal and seemingly threw her at the vehicle. Mychal screamed as the truck began to enter the cave. Just in the nick of time, she landed in the trunk without a hint of silence.

Mychal saw nothing but darkness and the red glow of Rusty's skin, who was now sitting in the trunk with her. "Mychal? How did you get here?" The rest of the guards were now visible in the trunk, sitting in their respective seats.

The truck reached the other side of the tunnel, allowing moonlight to shine on them and grant them visibility. Mychal's heavy breathing decelerated as she began to organize her thoughts.

"Zorania was already here," she managed to get out. "It's too late."

"How do you know that?" Rusty asked.

"Because I told her," The Aqualite king said, arriving through the tunnel on his wave. When he was feet away from them, the water sunk into the ground, slowly bringing Walter back to Earth.

"See? I told you we couldn't trust her," Percival didn't hesitate to say as he took a step outside the truck. "She's working with the Aqualites."

"Excuse me, I overheard and saw Zorania's plan while they were killing my people and torturing me. I came to prevent you from walking into a trap."