Rise of the Supernatural Heroes (Mystical Warriors book 1)

A MATE, A RIVAL, AND A BROTHER

Vaskàr and Divra landed near at the bottom of a hill. They both landed smoothly and with ease. They looked at their surroundings and saw other hills, with a handful of trees.

Vaskàr folded his wings, which burst into light sparks, followed by Divra, who folded his wings around his backside.

"So, where is this Temple Octavo spoke about?" asked Vaskàr, anxiously. "I never heard about anything that Rin had built any temple. How come this Temple didn't appear or mentioned in any fairy tales?"

"Because no humans thought of this Temple was built by your ancestor. Unfortunately, as humans were starting to grow interested on the Temple, which contain certain amounts of knowledge and wisdom in books and scrolls, began to steal the knowledge from the Temple that is supposed to be in the Temple itself.

"As the stealing was rising, the four Mystical Warriors: Octavo, Wavador, Simura, and Mulikulla brought the Temple down here to be safe with the creatures. That is one of two main reasons the last four remaining Mystical Warriors brought it down here."

"What is the second reason why the Mystical Warriors brought it down here in the cave?"

Divra looked concerned. "I'm not sure I'm the right living... being to tell you. You got to ask Octavo that yourself."

Vaskàr didn't look pleased to hear that kind of an answer. But was Divra right that Vaskàr should ask Octavo what the second reason was?

"Whatever then," said Vaskàr, gazing up the hill.

A screech of a howl echoed in the surrounding hills. Another howl screeched again, only louder. The howl sounded like that someone or something was in danger.

Vaskàr and Divra soon heard hordes of howling. Divra and Vaskàr's heads looked to-and-fro at every hilltop they could see. They endlessly listened and looked for the howling wherever the howling could be amongst these hills. There were big hills where they can't find who or what was making that howling of fear.

"Divra!" shouted Vaskàr, from behind Divra's back. "We must search in the skies. It is only way of finding who... or what is making that noise."

Divra twisted his head around his left shoulder to look at Vaskàr. "I don't need to fly. I have other eyes, in the ground." Divra raised his front forepaws and thumped them into the soil. He closed his eyes as his front legs sang into the soil. "There is a group of unicorns west from here. I see one... no, two adults, and five young unicorns are cornered by giants against a wall of rocks. I see five or six giants. No, seven giants!" His head twisted and turned. Suddenly, he opened and roared softly but furiously. "They cornered my mate!"

Hastily, Divra unfolded his wings and took off at the speed of light, leaving Vaskàr behind.

"Wait, Divra!"

But Divra didn't hear therefore he was too far from Vaskàr's shouting.

"Well, I better go help him before he ends up being dragon dinner for the giants," Vaskàr told himself. White, light sparks came around Vaskàr's back shoulder and formed into his white wings. Rapidly, he flapped those wings on his back shoulders and took off like a gunshot as dust popped from the ground.

Vaskàr raced to the skies and stopped to look for Divra or the frighten unicorns or the big, gigantic giants. To his dismay, he couldn't see where Divra, the unicorns, or the giants were.

Unexpectedly, his silvery eyes glowed silver, and his vision became less colorful. His whole eye vision turned gray. He heard more howling and screams than ever he heard in his life. Vaskàr looked diagonally down right and saw unicorns against a wall of some kind of wall. Inches from the unicorns, in Vaskàr's vision, were seven humanlike-figures. Big and tall ones. Vaskàr saw a dragon-figure heading from behind the horse figures.