Maybe (COMPLETED)

Chapter Forty Four

"No!" Ash's voice broke the stillness in the air. It shattered everything. 

"No?" Colm purred. He touched a ring on his right hand, twisting it around. "You made a deal. Do it, Ash."

Ash stepped forward, lifting the sword, gritting his teeth. He was resisting it, whatever force was making him obey Colm. "Never."

"Ash. Do it." All eyes fell on the collapsed figure that attempted to rise to his knees. His brown eyes met with Ash's blue ones, almost pleading.  "Do it." Saga hissed. No one made a move. "Trust me."

"Saga what the fuck are you -"

"Shut up, Raphael!" Saga's eyes flashed. "Ash, do it! Please." For a moment he closed his eyes. "But one last thing." He glanced at me. "Isaak, isn't that your sword? Remember what we talked about. Remember your blood. It's stronger then that boy's." He gestured at Colm. 

"What are you talking about?" The King snapped. "Ash! You can't break this deal. Kill him, now."

"Ash." Saga called. "It's okay."

I closed my eyes as Ash approached him with a tortured look on his face.

I have chorren. I felt it stir within me; the fire in my veins. The man holding me recoiled away as the white light crackled around my body. My sword glowed in response, Ash stared between me and my weapon hopefully, his blue eyes lighting softly. 

"Go." I called.

Ash hissed and dropped my sword, staring at the red mark on his hand. It burnt him?  My mother's sword disintegrated into nothing. The room was silent, except for the heavy breathing coating the atmosphere. 

I smiled now, looking into the dark eyes of Mekhi. "Here." I murmured, holding my hand aloft. In my hand, the long rapier sword appeared, glowing brighter and stronger. 

"Shit." Gasped Colm. He stood away from Ash, drawing his own sword from its sheath. Mekhi strode before his King, protective and cautious. 

I rose the weapon, relaxing for a moment in the wash of warmth, my burning blood waking me. Saga's eyes watched me with a smile. I held my sword above my head, and my left hand outstretched before me, tendrils of light snaking around my wrist and forming a glowing, shining, white fire in my hand. "Colm." I growled. 

"Get him!" Snapped the King, and his men launched themselves at me. 

I deflected the first blow from Adiran, with more power than I have before; he stumbled backwards, tripping until he was on the ground. Even so, I knew I had no chance fighting against five men at once. I leaped away from them, reaching Archer in a matter of seconds. I rose the sword above my head like an axe, bringing it down on the chains binding him. It snapped with a earsplitting crack, and I quickly repeated the move with the other chain.

I spun back to face another man, I pushed my left palm to him with a furious shout, feeling the energy and power pulse within me. The fire in my palm burst and burned brightly, shoving him back effortlessly. 

"Stand back Ash!" I heard Colm order. "Hey, Isaak!"

I was lifted off the ground and thrown onto the wall next to Archer, my bones crunching against the stone. Colm's eyes flashed with fury, his chorren surrounding him, a yellow-orange fire. 

Fire came towards me, but I deflected it with a swipe of my sword. I regained my footing, and sprinted towards the King. He scowled ferociously, holding up his right hand. It was as if an invisible wall formed in front of me; I ran into a solid wall of air, which made me fall back. The warmth of blood from my nose joined the blood from the cut on my cheek.