No Wings to Fly [ON HOLD]

Chapter 8

The first thing that I noticed was the overwhelming smell of decay that hit us like a baseball bat. Pulling the collar of my shirt of my nose, I stumbled further into the room. The walls had thick trails of moss climbing up and into the crumbling brick that made up the walls of the room. Pieces of rubble, dirt, mould and general plant life that had somehow found its way into the room covered the floor.

Taking a step forward into the room, my felt my boot sink into something with a squelch. I decided now wasn’t the best time to figure out what that was, so I continued on into the brightly lit room. In the far distance, there was a metal cage that was almost hidden by vines that dangled from the ceiling. Martyn turned round to look at me. He was closer to it than me, and with a small shake of his head, he began to turn around, however, after taking a few steps away from the cage, an almost inaudible cough emitted from it.

We both whipped round and ran up to the decaying vines that were entangled in the rusty bars. I grabbed hold of one of them and attempted to rip it or destroy it in some way, but the more I struggled, the tighter it seemed wrap around the bars, which, too, didn’t seem to be breaking any time soon. I turned to Martyn.

“Can’t you do something about this?” I asked, “You’re supposed to be the one with the magical earthy powers here!”  He just looked at me in surprise, and looked at me in confusion.

“I can’t! They’re not natural, they were created by some sort of magic, see,” He said, pointing towards a large cluster of them. “They’re emitting a purple sort of glow.” He continued to reach his hand towards them until there was a loud bang accompanied by a bright flash. Martyn had got knocked backwards and was now on the floor, not moving. I began to run over to him but I was stopped by something wrapping around my left arm and pulling me into the wall. Martyn was, too, getting enveloped by the vines.

The vines continued to wrap themselves around my arm when it suddenly hit me that we were going to be suffocated soon. I moved my head around to the mangle of vine in which Martyn lay, and I desperately tried to reach him. Struggling against the force of the vines, I managed to grab the sword out of its sheath, and threw it in his direction.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw another purple and black vine, hastily shooting towards my sword. Whoever cast this magic was defiantly prepared. I helplessly watched as the vine began to catch up with it, when a blinding white light suddenly flashed, followed by the electrical shrieking that we heard before. Once the light had cleared, I noticed that the vine now lay on the floor, along with the ones that were previously holding Martyn captive. He was still unconscious, so I sunk as close to the floor as I could and reached out towards him. The room was suddenly, once again, masked in pitch black darkness, so I was helplessly thrashing my arm about, whilst the hum of the vines filled the room.

After a few minutes of this, there were a few small sparks of electricity, and the purple and black lights began to fill the room again. Realising I didn’t have much time; I stretched out as far as I could and managed to grab onto some fabric, which I rapidly pulled towards me. Whatever it was, it seemed to be quite heavy, and it also brought the scraping noise of metal against the floor, which I assumed was the sword.

Once I had pulled both Martyn and the sword to me, I stood up, bringing them both with me. With Martyn propped up against the wall, I swung the sword into one of the many vines that were stopping me from escaping.

The moment it made contact with the vines, it radiated a bright white light again, along with the electrical hissing, but it was short lived, as one of the vines shot towards me and knocked the sword away. It also seemed to have friends, as the room was beginning to fill up with these vines, which had already submerged our legs, wrapping around them as well.

I stood helplessly, with Martyn leaning against me, still knocked out, when I felt a small breeze, coming from above. In front of me, the sword had risen to the top of the vines, which was when I realised something.

Martyn had touched the big mangle of vines, which then sparked the rest of them to start attacking us. It could have been ‘mother’ of the plants, the thing that they are all alive because of. If that was to be destroyed, the vines would have nothing to live off of, so they would all die.

Deciding that the theory that I had was the only possible solution we had right now, I went ahead with trying to destroy it. I managed to wrestle my arm out from the vines that were continuing to rise and brought it so that it was facing the sword, and tried to concentrate all of these weird wind powers I seemed to have acquired into my arm. The vines were beginning to creep around my neck, and it was becoming increasingly difficult to breathe.

Once they had reached to top of my head, it was apparent that I could no longer breathe. I felt the vines starting to wrap themselves around my other arm, so with one last ounce of strength, I tried to focus everything into it, before everything went dark.

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It's been 18 days whoooops. 

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