The Battle of Prophecy

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((cover by a good fan who motivated me to continue this! Sorry for the delay!))

Adam gripped his sword tightly. The monster whom he had been running from his entire life standing before him at the final battle. The Battle of Prophecy. Derek slammed a tendril of shadows down at the prince, but Sky was too fast. He ran to the side dodging the attack and shooting into the air, wings spreading and taking flight to dodge the second. Derek narrowed his glowing white sockets. "So, after all these years you show your face."

"I wouldn't want to miss out on ending you." Sky smirked. Derek looked at the innocents.

"It seems you haven't told your dearest friends about your identity. How...untrustworthy. Some friend you must be to them." He smirked, speaking in English so they could hear him.

"Don't act as if you show trust in turn." Sky snarled.

"I know far more than you could wrap your head around prince." Derek snapped.

"You know nothing, Derek." Adam growled lowly. Derek roared in anger and sharp jagged tendrils of shadows lunged at him. Adam quickly dodged and circled around him. Derek wasn't exactly coordinated with his attacks. If Adam could loop around he would tire himself out and make himself dizzy, leaving out a spot for Adam to attack. Derek followed Adam with tendrils, destroying houses and paved roads. As Adam predicted, Derek stopped for breath, leaving a vital spot for Adam to attack. He flew into a downward spiral, positioning himself and his sword like a dart.

Derek saw the attack and a jagged pillar of shadows charged at Adam. The prince couldn't stop the attack fast enough and was blasted back into a house. He was covered in sheetrock and debris from the house as his was pinned by the shadows. He forced his sword into them in a last ditch effort to escape. They screeched and retracted back to their owner. Adam shook himself off and flew back out of the house. He would have to think of a new tactic. He flew towards Derek and began brainstorming.

Ty and Jason watched from afar. Their friend, prince Adam. It explained so many things. Why he was stressed, why he never took off his cape or glasses, why he disappeared, everything. It was obvious why he didn't tell them, Derek would found him and killed him. And to think, they threw so much stress on him when he needed them most. Jason looked at Ant and rage sparked inside him. "You!" He yelled. Ant snapped his head up. "You lair!! If you hadn't gone about boasting how you were prince, and everyone should bow down to you and crap, Sky, the REAL Adam, wouldn't be doing this right now!! Now, he's out there, risking his life to save your selfish and cold one!!" He yelled, his friends having to hold him back from strangling him. Ant looked at Sky with regret. The male was struggling, and it was obvious.

"What do you have to say now!?" Jason screamed. Ant looked at him.

"That I'm sorry. And you're right." He said sadly.

"And don't you even-" Jason fumed, but he stopped. "wait...did you just say sorry?"

Ant looked away. "What else can I say? I feel like a monster." They all looked at eachother. Was Ant...apologizing? It was impossible! Ant was prideful and arrogant. He kept his claim as PvP master and didn't hesitate to remind anyone about it. So an apology was extremely unlikely of him. Especially, if it's directed to Sky.

Adam was in a panic. He was stalling, and Derek was starting to see it. How could such a strong start end up like this? Sooner or later, Derek was going to corner him and kill him, and then the world! He shook the thought away and beat his wings. He flew around a light pole dodging about ten tendrils of shadows. One hit the light post, screamed in agony and then vanished. Adam gasped as an idea struck him. He needed to stun Derek long enough to kill him or at least hurt him some way or form. But he would need help. Lots of it.

"Ty!!!" He yelled. Ty looked up. "I need you to turn on every spotlight and point it at Derek!!!"

"You mean the thing attacking you?!" Ty yelled back.

"What do you think idiot?!" Adam yelled angrily dodging a volley of tendrils. Ty nodded and formed a plan. "Alright here's the plan. Jerome Mitch, Take the spolight on the left wings. Me and Jason will get the front end, and Ian and Husky will take the right wing."

"Wait." They all looked at Ant. "I want to help."

They looked at eachother, exchanging glances and thoughts. Ty looked at him before tossing him an extra walkie talkie. "In order for this to be most effectual, we need every light turned off and only have the spotlights off. We need you to go to the circuit breaker and shut them off when I say. Can you do it?"

Ant nodded with determination. "You can count on me."

"Good. Let's go!" Jason said grabbing Ty's hand and taking off, the others folowing.

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