When Magic Speaks - NaNoWriMo 2020✔️

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"AMMA!!!"

Wiss's entire body rumbled as she watched her grandmother hit the ground, smoke pillowing up around her. She could feel someone's hand on her shoulder but couldn't focus on anything else. She breathed loudly, her fists clenching until her nails dug into her skin. Her heart chugged gallons of adrenaline throughout her entire body. Wiss couldn't hear anyone, not even her own voice. She was beyond furious. As the warm light burned around her eyes, Wiss quickly dug her hand into her pocket before flinging it out in Morth's direction. And in the blink of an eye, the dagger had become lodged in Morth's chest - directly into his beating heart. The air was still as the wrinkly prune gasped loudly, his wide eyes nearly popping from their sockets as he stared at Wiss. The only sound he could muster was a croaky exhale before Morth too collapsed to the ground. Only, this attack had worked. Marma slowly sat up, her sceptre pressed to her chest as she looked over at Morth. She knew it, everyone knew it. He was gone.

"Attack!!!!" the Huralians screamed as they immediately broke out into a charge. The knights of Monmouth remained still as the villagers approached. Kitt struggled to pull Wiss back behind the line of soldiers as she blankly stared off into space. She had actually ended someone's life. No matter who it was, Wiss had murdered. Wiss felt numb as her legs moved for her, her haunted gaze glued on Morth. In the blink of an eye she had snapped, and no amount of magic could undo what she had done. 

Kitt, successfully dodging flying spears and whips of fire, held Wiss behind him as he shielded her. He knew this day would go down in history in the valley, in the entire county. They'd be lucky if word of this didn't spread across international waters. Throughout the chaos the magical knights stood strong. They were at an advantage - there wasn't an inch of skin or bone on their body to puncture. Although the Huralians continued to advance, the Monmouthis didn't back down. 

Suddenly, the young royal heard his name pierce the air. "Kitt!!"

Following the voice, Kitt's eyes landed on Marma who stared at him with a wide eyed gaze. She held Wiss's dagger above her head. He nodded. In a quick motion, Marma tossed the knife through the air. They watched it spin and just miss a Huralian's head as Kitt caught it, his tight grip wrapping around the hilt. Just in the knick of time too. Despite their advantage in numbers, the Huralians used force to barge their way through the barricade, a sword swinging directly at Kitt's head. He clenched his teeth as he held the dagger above his head, both blades clanking together. Kitt glared at the Huralian with Wiss wrapped around his other arm as he shoved the man back, kicking him in the gut. The man groaned, fumbling back into the sea of villagers. The air suffocated with the sound of clanking metal and loud voices. Kitt successfully stood his ground and Wiss's as he pushed the people back. Despite his lingering exhaustion, the adrenaline that coursed through his bones, his desire to protect, gave him the upper hand. As he defended, he saw Marma in the corner of his eye, casting a protective barrier around her with the help of her sceptre. She began to walk backwards, towards the Monmouthis, the shield growing taller and larger as it stretched out past the furthest knights. They were now invincible. The knights, although faceless, watched in awe as they slowly lowered their weapons.

"Stop this!!" she screamed, glaring at the Huralians. "Stop this right now!! This is madness!"

Although the villagers gradually stopped throwing their steaks and stopped waving their torches they remained alert and armed like a pack of wild wolves. They glared at the Monmouthis, at Marma. Once again, they felt betrayed. 

"You nor they will never find peace this way!!" Marma glanced over her shoulder at Kitt and Wiss. Her granddaughter had finally woken up and had her arms wrapped around Kitt. The two Quilms, young and old, stared at each other with longing. Wiss's eyes were red. Marma turned back to the Huralians. "Enough damage has been caused! We must find peace!"