The Tempest Spell

Chapter 9

Macie yelped as the ground split beneath her feat to form Finish It. She looked around frantically as she pulled herself to a lamppost for the source and found Ronan crouching on the ground, and Nova in mid air. Ronan was causing the earthquake. It was worth a shot. the tornado might react as if the fallen ground was just a ditch, or actually stretch to touch the ground again. It could go either way. She clung onto the pole as her feet got pulled off the floor. "Ronan!!! Nova!!!" She cried "Help!!!"
Nova started toward her but Macie was snatched from the pole too soon to grab.
"Ahhhhh!" She screamed as the tornado brought her to its center.
" Macie" it whispered.
She stopped struggling and stared at the tornado, to see a figure down at the ground.
"Who are you and what do you want from me?!?" The figure was stopping Macie somehow from spinning around the funnel but didn't bring her back down to the figure.
"Catcccccchhhhh" it whispered, as if it had a sore throat.
The figure pulled something out of its dark cloak and released it into the air.
The object spun forward and flew into Macie's hand.
She stared at it. It was a sword with a turquoise, green blade.
"Youuuu havvvvvve to fiiiiiiinishhhhh ittttt" it rasped
"What do I have to finish?!?" she yelled grasping the blade in defense.
" You'll knowwww whennnn the timeeee is righhhhhhhhht" it paused " you are different frommmmm evvvveryyyyoneeee elssssse, you Novvva and Ronan are the beginning of the 47th Blix, an age where things happen not because of nature or fate. Everything will have no explanation. War will start between light and darkness, fire and water, and you 3 will be in the middle, the tipping point in the war. I have given you the Gauntlet Sword. It is all you will have but it is worth so much more than you think" the stranger finished and stopped rasping.
Macie looked at the sword then back at the figure. She felt whatever grasp the figure had on her move to her neck and tighten. She reached up to her neck and felt absolutely nothing there but she was still being strangled. She choked until her she felt her face turn a shade of blue, when she cut the grasp the figure had on her with the sword and felt herself go flying out if the tornado. She landed in a heap on the concrete floor. Ronan rushed over to her but Nova was batting out the tornado with a purple sword. And when she finally got to slice the tornado it dissipated revealing the figure who lifted its cloak, turned around and evolved into a ball of dark flame that flew off eventually blended in with the night sky.