Maybe (COMPLETED)

Chapter Twenty Nine

Chaos erupted.

Men emerged from the trees gripping blades stronger than mine.

"Here!" Mekhi shouted, "Ash!" He threw a sword at Ash who caught it and stared at it blankly. "Protect yourself! Don't trust Archer!"

Archer could barely take one man down with his bow and arrow before he had to resort to his sword. 

The clang and clash of steel against steel echoed throughout the forest. Mekhi turned away and his blade immediately rose against a man with dark hair and light green eyes. Wolf was locked in combat with two men, struggling against their strength.

The strange men wore clothes like Archer's, but all had a strange white symbol on their chest plates, like a rising sun, but the sun was an eye.

A cry erupted and I saw the man against Archer crumble to the ground with a face of agony. Instantly another man took his fallen comrade's place. Archer was not doing well. His face was drenched in sweat and it was evident that whatever injury he had gained from Mekhi's attack was still hurting him, his face twisted with pain as his body moved to fight.

"Isaak!"

I tore my gaze away from the immortal to face two soldiers, approaching me and Ash like hyenas. Ash stepped to my side and lifted his sword, as did I. Both of us lacking knowledge in warfare but keeping our ground anyway.

I wondered if I could outrun them.

But even if I did, Ash might not. I couldn't leave him to fight them alone.

They leapt forward, one to Ash and one to me. My hand rose on its own accord, my sword's blade white and shimmering many other colours. It met the blade of the soldier, strong and firm. My blood was burning, boiling in my veins. I felt as if my skin was going to melt.

The soldier seemed puzzled as I pushed against his arm, stronger than I've ever been before. He suddenly released, causing me to stumble forward and I barely could regain my balance to meet his blade again. And again. And again.

Relentlessly he drove his blade towards me beating and bashing me blow after blow but somehow, I deflected each attack. He was driving me back though, and I was already weakening, and he could see it.

"Isaak!" Screamed Ash again, and for a moment I flicked my gaze to him. The faint blue light of his chorren surrounded him, giving him strength as he defended himself against the soldier. But something in him wasn't fighting as hard as it should. If he didn't give it his all, he wouldn't live. 

My opponent took my moment of weakness into his own hands and I felt my blade twist against my hand and fall. He rose his blade and gripped the handle with both hands. The blade shot towards me but he was tired and I was able to fall back to avoid it.

But now I was on the ground.

"Shit." I muttered.

"Yeah." The guy shrugged. "Sorry. King's orders to kill anyone in the way." He rose the blade again.

"No!" Ash's cry echoed mine.

"Saga!" Snapped Archer's voice. "Do something!"

I watched helplessly as the shiny silver blade approached me. I closed my eyes.

A hot sting tore my leg open. I screamed in shock, eyes flying open to see red flowing off of my thigh and onto the ground. I gripped it tightly, feeling the warmth and stickiness of the blood. A sharp clatter of metal and a warm thump filled my ears.

A sword lay to my right, alone on the ground. To my left, a hand, reaching towards me. The lifeless green eyes stared somewhere behind me, blank and clouded. Lips apart as if he had just released his last breath. On his back. Chest still, frozen.

Suddenly heavy breathing reached my ears. Shaking and unsteady. Ahead of me, a distance away, stood a figure. Sword limp in one hand, dripping with a red liquid. His other hand outstretched, lingering blue swimming through his fingers.

Blue eyes. Watery. A red paint splatter decorated his soft features and blonde hair. A stain against his purity.

"Ash," the whisper escaped from my lips.

Everything dropped. His arm, his sword, his face, his body; it all dropped. Like a dead-weight he fell to the ground, to his knees. His eyes dodged to the body beside me and the bloodied form beside him, almost as if they were someone else's eyes. He looked back at me.

I didn't hear but saw the words his lips formed.

"What am I?"

The pain again, shooting from the cut in my leg through to my feet to my chest and my hands and my face. An ache, dull but prominent. "Ash." I whispered again. I stumbled to my hands and knees, reaching towards him. "Ash, you're-"

He was lifted like a puppet. Arms reached around him, wrapping around his waist and throwing him over their shoulder. His arms and head swung as if he was a doll.

"Ash!" I screamed this time. Dark eyes met mine and disappeared. Taking Ash away from me. "No!" A sob tore through me, "Mekhi no! Don't take him, don't take him away!"

But the trees had already swallowed him up, along with Ash.

"Ash!" Another voice echoed mine. Archer.

I looked back to Archer. He was still fighting, two men this time. Wolf lay on the ground, and for a moment my heart stopped. I thought he was dead. But then I saw his chest jerk with a breath, and I released my own. But Archer was alone now, outnumbered.

"Saga!" Archer swung his sword against the two blades, stumbling but somehow managing to defend himself. "For. Fuck's. Sake! If you have a heart, do something!"

"This is not my fight!" Came a voice from the trees.

"Jackie..." I murmured. The pain rose through me again and a fever shocked through my brain. Dizziness and nausea blackened the edges of my vision. I breathed deeply, but it was as if the oxygen wasn't reaching my brain. My head felt like mush, swampy, muddy. "Archer..."

I stretched out onto the ground, trying to regain myself. I watched as Wolf struggled to rise to his feet. Stumbling against a tree and breathing, blood running off him in rivers. "Saga!" He screamed, voice raw and cracked.

Funny lights dotted my sight, like dust, and I lazily tried to swat them away, but they remained there stubbornly.

A shout blurred my vision. One of the soldier's blades broke through Archer's weakened chorren and cut across his stomach. Archer's blade fell to the ground, as Archer's body stumbled back, clutching his stomach.

"Saga! Please!" Archer backed away from the two, stretching his arm out and now only fighting with chorren, his blue light barely deflecting the oncoming blades.

A shadow dropped from the trees, between Archer and the men. Jackie.

The swords stopped moving. I could only see Jackie's back. The men's faces fell slack and still. I heard Jackie's voice but didn't know what he said. Archer remained on the ground, his face still turned towards Jackie and the men. Wolf, still against the tree, slid to the ground and lied down on his side.

Jackie spoke louder, commanding. He didn't even move. Yet the two men dropped like felled trees.

Jackie spun, and ignoring Archer, walked to me. "Isaak!"

The blackness mingled with the lights until I couldn't see anymore. 

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