April was yelling. "Run!"
Well. If he was going to run, better sooner rather than later. Noah made a break for it. He could see the faint outline of the forest. It was too far away to run to safety, but it was close enough. He glanced behind and saw Ryan with a cut on her face and Alex holding April's scepter.
His mind short-circuited and he stumbled, crashing to the ground and rolling, dirt sticking to his shirt.
Since when were Alex and April related? And since when did April also have her scepter?
The fuck?
He stood up, brushing the dirt off himself and eyeing the castle warily. Everyone stood shoulder to shoulder, the sun dipping below the horizon to their right. They were close enough to the castle that they could hear Alex's voice echo across the field.
"I recognize that look, Noah. Since you seem to be the leader of this...gang of heros." He clapped slowly. "Well done. You've stormed the castle, rescued the royalty, locked up the evildoers." He mimed checking off a list. "Or have you?" A cruel smirk crossed his face. "You've forgotten something, bud."
"And what's that?"
"We're the villians of your little game, aren't we? The antagonists. The wrong-doers. The thieves and criminals. Well, guess what, pretty boy." Noah frowned. "The lines start to blur when the heros start to fight."
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Shadowstruck
FantasyA girl wakes up in a forest with her memory wiped. Now they have to figure out who's behind The Uprising and, more importantly, how to stop them. If they can stop them. They're losing time. And the gods aren't on their side.
