Chapter 4

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by YanBaeLuV

by YanBaeLuV

"God's finger touched him, and he slept." - Alfred, Lord Tennyson

The four bullies get together to attack both Lucas and the poor boy they were bullying. Lucas kept growling, barking, and bared his sharp teeth at the four, still trying to fight back. He knew that he would never win, so he turns his back and barked at the bruised lad as if trying to make him run. The lad hesitated but did run off in the end as Lucas tried to bite and snarl at him so to scare him. When he's gone, Lucas once again fought the four bullies who were disappointed that their main target has escaped.

After leaving Mrs Villin's house, Catherine skips through the hot sunny village, looking for Lucas. She peeks through corners and holes of the place, busy streets and the town's Pavilion but he seems nowhere in sight. Catherine became more worried as time by, happy smiles of her's are also turning to a frown. Beads of sweat roll down from her temples as she started getting tired from running around and being overexposed from the daylight. Catherine thinks twice before going home, and lumps of bitter tears began forming in her throat, trying to escape from her eyes.

She continued to walk through the path going home. Her head hung low, and her eyes look dull when suddenly, she heard a dog's whimper from nearby. She immediately turned to the direction and ran up to where the sound was. There, in a hidden area of the village was the four children and poor Lucas, who was raising his left leg which looked strained. Catherine stopped in her tracks. Pity made her tears flow, and at the same time, anger boiled up inside her. She curled her hands to a fist 'till her knuckles turn white; hence she rushed to the scene right before her, dropping the basket of vegetables assigned for her to bring home. The vegetables scattered on the ground, but Catherine couldn't care less than her companion. "Get away from Lucas!" she shouted in anger at the same time, tears were rolling down her cheeks.

She picked up a stone then threw it at them which landed on the other fellow's forehead who was right about to hit the dog again. He cried out in pain and steps back holding his forehead with his free hand. They gasped, and their glares turned to Catherine. "What is your problem?" the girl with the bullies asked angrily.

Catherine jogged to Lucas and protected him on his back, tears that she's trying to hold back were still visible on her eyes. "If it weren't because that dog interfered us, we wouldn't have attacked him, too!" The tallest kid gripped the stick he was holding and was about to strike Catherine when Lucas jumped up to him and bit his stick, so he struggled to brush him off.

"You- Let go!" He shouted. When Catherine tried to help her dog get no more injuries, one of them get ahold of her and opposed her. The other two helped to restrain the dog. The place has become full of angry voices, shouts of kids. The girl bully had enough, so she struck Lucas with her wooden stick. Little did she know that it will hit the dog with its sharp edges. The weapon has dug deep into Lucas' left and stained his white fur with fresh red blood. Lucas cried out in pain and stepped back from them, but he staggers down to the ground because of his fatigue, soreness, and strained leg.

The four bullying kids froze, and the girl who stabbed Lucas froze from guilt. "I-I didn't do that on purpose," she said, knowing that the puppy might die now any minute. The three boys also were filled with fear and guilt, so they ran away while tugging on the girl's arm who was still stunned from her behaviour. The oppressive kids are now gone and so Catherine rushed to her dog's side; tears are flowing from her eyes like a waterfall.

"No no no, Lucas. Don't die..." she begged and kneeled on the grass carpet grounds. Her small shaking hands are hesitating whether to touch him or not because of fear that she might hurt him. All Lucas' response she received was his cries from a painful wound. His breathing is becoming weaker, and anguish was visible in his eyes. "Lucas..." she whispered and hugged her dog best friend, taking note of squeezing not too tight, or he'll get hurt. Lots of blood are now staining the floor then, Lucas' eyes slowly shut and so has his breathing. Grief made her chest more painful and hard to breathe and so she couldn't help but hug her lifeless buddy and scream in agony.

When she screamed, her powers rushed out of her-matching the circumstance of her suffering, the grasses around wilted. It goes far and spread on the ground in a hexagon form; the field was moreover affected and also dried up. The bullied lad who ran away earlier came back for concern has been eating him up since he fled. He was panting and catching his breath, his unusual blue hair was messy, and bruises still stained on his pale skin fresh. He looked back at where he departed and saw the scene before him. His blue eyes widened, remorse has blanketed over him.

Soon, he saw a man who approached the crying girl with worry in his eyes. Catherine looked like she's having a second thought of letting her puppy go but eventually, she gave in. Bastian has put Lucas in a sac to carry him back to their home and bury him there while he also takes his daughter with him because of fear that bringing her down might involve other more plants. Catherine holds the basket of vegetables for him while still sobbing and drying her tears using the back of her arms. They left, and the spectator lad who was a little far the area has followed them with his gaze then turned towards the dried up ground which spread out in a hexagon form. It was full, and in the middle of it was the amounts of the Samoyed dog's blood. If you don't know what happened, you might think that some cult has made their sacrifice there.

Soon or tomorrow somebody might see that view, so the lad went to the location and closed his eyes. He positions his left arm horizontally just below his trunk, palm facing upward hence his right arm was at his shoulder level and likewise horizontal, palm facing downward. The lad inhaled then released large amounts of energy to release his magic and form an aqua between his palms. Then, he spread out his arms and a hexagon shape water levitated in the air, about the same size about the dried ground. His blue eyes were glowing as he manipulates. Next, the water splashed down to the ground. It won't instantly remove the problem but will dehydrate the grass in as fast as an hour. The bloodstains were also purified from the ground, worked by the extraordinary water he released. When finished, he left the area before anyone could see him there.