War of Phantoms.

Chapter 4

Beside Anna, Carla and her twin brother Finn were too nice with me. They did their best to make all of it familiar to me.

I spent the first week studying only about Infenya and phantoms. Finn was a kind of a nerd, so he brought a plenty of books and his research papers and helped me to learn all that.

He expected me to get bored, but no. I enjoyed every moment of it, especially the time we had in his library.

He actually had his own library, and was known for studying about phantoms and everything concerned them, in order to learn new methods of undertaking them in the next battles. That's why Leo put all his trust on him.

My last day at Finn's library was spent to learn the forms and kinds of phantoms.

"phantoms are of three classes," Finn said, showing three drawings."The floating ones," he pulled a drawing of the phantoms I saw in the first time. Their bodies were almost dark and shapeless and their heads were like skulls, they looked more hideous in the drawing than in reality.

"You saw one before, right?" He asked.

"Five actually."

"Wow! I'm amazed that you survived."

"Me too." I replied sarcastically.

"Anyway, the first kind is the most dangerous, since you can find them everywhere beside the forbidden area. They used to go to wherever they wanted and used to attack us before, but they stopped many months ago."

He frowned a little and gazed closer to the picture, then tilted his head so his gaze met mine. "I wonder why."

His eyes were truly sparkling. I guess he was so passionate or obsessed with them. But this doesn't erase the fact that he looked even cuter while making that face.

"Uh, why asking me?" I immediately said.

He smiled. "That's an indirect question, I didn't need an answer."

"Okay, just carry on."

"The second kind is the walking ones, Leo calls them the strolling phantoms. They're the same as the floatings, except that they walk, not fly and they have these huge sharp horns on their heads, like the deer's horns and are known for their loud screams. I don't know why, but they tend to scream when they see us and they are so loud and disturbing."

I rubbed my chin looking at the paper he was holding. "Interesting."

"Isn't it?" His eyes grew wider again.

"Ugh, don't do that."

"Do what?"

"That expression when you talk about phantoms, it's like you're obsessed with them."

"said by everyone, not only you."

"Why!? I mean they're your enemies, you should hate them."

"I don't know. It's just fantastic, the idea of being around supernatural creatures."

"No, that sucks."

"What does this mean?"

"sucks? A word from the 21th century, it means that's bad."

"You've a different language from us."

"Because I came from a different place, I'll try to talk like you next time."

"Don't, I really love it."

That was so weird and awkward for me that I didn't know how to react, so I switched the subject. "How about the last kind?"