Rise of the Supernatural Heroes (Mystical Warriors book 1)

A BIG SCHOOL BRAWL

Matthew and Titus landed on the school's roof. They overlooked crowds of kids in circles across the school grounds. It was all silent throughout the grounds, even adults standing out there remained silent.

"There are Brandon and the new incomer Joe," said Matthew, pointing at a group right beneath the two Mystical Warriors. Brandon and Joe were crowed with seven fifth graders. David and Sarah weren't among them.

"David is not with them," said Matthew.

"Then he has her safe, and he himself is getting ready for a secret attack."

"What secret attack?" asked Matthew. "There are so many people here. Where would he be able to attack? Furthermore, who would he be able... attack?"

Matthew looked straight at an open area at a body in armor lying on the floor, barely moving. Matthew realized it was his foster father.

He's badly wounded, thought Matthew, worried.

"But near death, Matthew," said Titus.

Matthew turned to Titus. "Did you hear my thoughts?" he asked.

"I am a Mystical Warrior; I can hear thoughts of other Mystical Warriors and humans. On the other hand, we must not go barging in. It could be a trap."

Matthew agreed. "But I can't leave my father there to bleed. If he isn't healed, he will die."

"I know that, Matthew. He doesn't have to be healed by the power of a Mystical Warrior, because, you would not know this, but a Dryk'gar has extremely raw and rare abilities no other humans have. Their bodies can self-heal on their own."

"These abilities my father has, they..."

"Runs in the family," Titus answered for Matthew. "It's a family blood trait. It's been in the family for thousands of years. It's something inside the blood cells that can multiply to other cells. When a male or female Dryk'gar comes to...er, ummmm..., let's just say when any woman hooks up with a male Dryk'gar and gives birth to a Dryk'gar baby, the infant has the blood of the Dryk'gar; stating the infant has the same abilities from the father. Do you get it?"

Matthew stared at him. "Barely," he answered.

"To be more specific, they have a gift call the Gift of--"

A scream of a girl cut off Titus's explanation.

"Sarah!" exclaimed Matthew, turning toward the field.

Sarah was in the grip of a lean boy much taller than she was, struggling to break free from his grip.

"This is going to be so stupid, but I'm going in," announced Matthew. "I think it's time for the planet to see the Red Dragon under the mask."

"Matthew, do not—"

It was too late to stop him. Matthew already rose into the air. "Titus, how about you stay here when I call for help." Matthew turned to the scabbard he was still holding. Matthew grabbed the hilt and opened it by two inches. Red glimmered in the blade. Matthew's eyes were envying with raging fire. He pushed the red blade back in the scabbard and placed the scabbard around his waist.

"Time to go in." Matthew widened his wings, his hand ready to draw the sword, his eyes filled with burning, furious, wild, uncontrolled fire; the pointed tips of his wings were burning, his skin was heated with great temperature, he exhaled hot steam, and his was internally feeling fire raging.

He was about to jump off until another boy came out of nowhere and punched the other boy behind Sarah. Sarah ran free, but the two boys had engaged in a fierce fist fight. One boy was bigger than the other, but the smaller boy held his own against the bigger boy.