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lol, all cool. Contact me 4 any questions or queries! Who wants more? Just a question, nobody here will actually know about these places because it's in NZ and no-one knows what happens here! Do you know where the foot hills are?

I'd like moar. :3

hey people!

“And I respect that, but you are very mysterious for humans- I mean kids.” All four of them became immediately suspicious of this Chris Wilson.
“Tell me,” Matt questioned. “does the word Alarians mean anything to you?” The man froze, and then leaned forward. His lip curling.
“What do you know of that word?”
“Put it this way, elf.” Sophie said smiling. “We’re the Guardians.” His eyes widened, and he grinned madly.
“It is an honour to be in your presence. Now, I guess we can talk freely of your business.” He pulled off his white haired wig to reveal pointed ears and a new array of flowing silver hair. Sarah came in and widened her eyes.
“What are you doing! You should-.”
“It’s alright, these are the Guardians.” She bowed deeply, and then was speechless. Coming to Matt, she stated wrapping bandage around his leg tightly, he yelped in pain.
“I’m so sorry.” She apologized quickly and blushed red.
“Well, I guess I can tell you now. We were to be taken to the Mt. Cook base from Morundor but then we lost our communicator.” Explained Simon. “We soon found that we were being tracked and so we decided we had to make a defence.” He paused, then resumed again. “The predators came, and in mere minutes we were overrun. At the last moment we were teleported by the last of our men to the foot hills and then we made our way here.”
“Well, it is a pleasure to have the Guardians in our humble home. It’s good to know you’re alive, I’ surprised we weren’t told you were passing out way. We will send a message immediately. Cevara!” A piece of paper zoomed off the table with a pen and landed in his hand. He began writing.
“Could you do with anything to eat? Anything at all? Drink?” They nodded at all of them and with a simple spell a plate of delicately iced biscuits flew from the pantry and landed on the table in front of them. A jug of purple juice was pouring itself into four cups and then landing beside each of them. They drank eagerly, the cool liquid soothing their parched throats.
“Would you like to stay here tonight?” asked Sarah smiling.
“Yes, we would be very grateful.” Matt happily accepted a good night’s sleep.
“We should have a response by tomorrow.” Chris said.
“Umm… I have a question sorry.” Matt said.
“Yes?”
“Well, I’ve seen three different kinds of Predators. There are these flying ones, ones that don’t fly and ones that are-.”
“Shape shifters. Yes, well so far, the Alarian world has fought against three different types of Predators. They are divided into grades. Grade one are just beasts that have no mind, incapable of nothing more but to slaughter. They are just brainless slaves that are born to kill.” He hissed the last word. “The second grades are just like the first except faster, and have the ability to fly with their crude mockery of what they call wings. The last grade is a group of Predators that have the power to transform into any animal, including humans. Yes, the Black Mind counts you as animals to himself.
This particular kind of Predator can slip under your radar if you’re not careful, and strike at you when you have your back turned. They are cunning, swift and terribly strong. Five times the strength of a normal man they have. We are lucky The Black Mind cannot create many as it costs much of his power.”
Simon was curious now. “How many grade threes would there be at a full size battle?”
Dismay filled his eyes as he answered his question. “Up to a hundred thousand.”
“Forty thousand??” exclaimed Valora folding her arms. “That’s insane! How would we fight when we’re being attacked with numbers that big!”
“I have fought in battles with numbers in the millions. You should see a Guardian at the full height of their powers, its awe-inspiring I tell you.” He said, holding that same emotionless expression.
All four of them were stunned as he mentioned that number. “Are you serious?” Sophie choked on her own breath. He nodded gravely.
Sarah bustled along and came to Matt. “Right you, I just found the word. Emeriva!” she said with her hand laid on his broke leg. Instantly he left a warm feeling flood his leg and he found he could move it without it hurting.
“Thanks.” He said, brushing his hand over his leg. She simply smiled then walked off into the kitchen.
“Please, tell me. Every other Alarian we know off has to hide underground or something. Why is it you can be up here? On the surface?” Matt said.
“Firstly, no-one ever comes around here. Secondly, you must have known that we got our food from somewhere? There are families of us placed all around the world assigned to provide for a certain city or town. Our particular one is the Mt. Cook base. We provide wool, food and all other things we might need. Of course there are other sources stationed around the base. If they need something, they tell us and we get it from the human market or make it ourselves. So, we’re all safe.” He said and saw that Matt was satisfied with his answer. “Well! How about some food?”
“I’m famished.” Sophie said massaging her temples.
“Well, no time to waste.” Sarah popped her head around the kitchen door and brought out multiple more plates of food. Fancy breads, fruits and pastries with a delectable aroma sat themselves on the table and the four dived in, eating the delicious served food.
The time was nine o’clock when they had finished. Their host had then showed them to two small rooms both equipped with two beds, a desk with pen and paper should they want to write or anything. Before he wished them goodnight, he asked one last question.
“Sirs and madams, are these all your belongings?”
Simon then realized he was missing something that had been in the wagon but he had no time to grab it before they were teleported.
“Yes, I had a massive war hammer that was supposed to have incredible power. It’s green, about so long.” He made a gap in between his hands he thought was roughly how big it was. “It’s got markings on it. All over it. What of it?”
“Oh nothing. You just go to sleep. Was there anything else?”
Valora bit her lip. “When we were attacked, we looked back and everything was burned. This is probably incinerated, but I got a book from the library called Legends of Alaria.”
“Well, I’ll see what I can do. Goodnight.” He retreated down the hallway. The door clicked close, and the darkness took them to sleep.

The next chapter is... 'THE PUZZLE OF HISTORY'

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Awsome chapter! :3

Sry it took me this long to get it up. I just....forgot. This is a fragment of my chapter!

Good… They are closer. But still so far away. Will they try to go through that storm?

Southern Alps, New Zealand

“Ah, we have a good hearty breakfast for you here.” Sarah said pulling out chairs from the table for them to sit down. “Oh yes, Claro!” The grime from there clothes jumped away onto the floor. With a small sweep of her hand, the dirt rolled away under the door outside.
They ate the food put before them. Taking long draughts from their glass cups full of Flouwan they immediately woke up and felt energized. When they volunteered to help clean the dishes and pack up, Sarah would not let them and just started pushing them out and made them sit down on the comfy couches in the living room.
“Morning!” greeted the friendly voice of Chris coming through the door carrying a sack over his back. “I’ve got a few surprises for you.” He chucked the bag down on the table. It landed with a clang of metal. “Well, go on.” He said as they looked at him unexpectedly. “See what’s inside it.” They open the mouth to the sack and Simon grinned as he pulled out his hammer. There were no scratches, scorch marks or anything that showed signs of being in a fire.
“How did you find it?” he asked. “We never even told you where the battle happened.”
“It’s no hard to follow three hundred metre high smoke you know. Oh and I got your book. Strangely, and how extremely lucky you were that that book was he only thing not it the pile of rubble smouldering. It was lying a few metres away on the round. A little singed, but nothing big.” Valora rummaged through and took out the book. It was about three inches thick and had a cover with a massive picture of a pine tree on the front. It must relate to some story, she thought. She thanked Chris and then after a long silence, Sophie spoke.
“Did the message come back?”
“Let me check…” he wandered off to the kitchen then as they heard a bang of pots and pans he ran out with a piece of paper. “Yes! Here we go! You want to read?” Sophie nodded and took the paper. It read:

We are delighted they are well.
We have sent an escort for them
immediately and will arrive in two
hours.
Mt. Cook base, General Coscour

“When did this arrive?” Matt said looking at the note.
Chris checked his watch. “About quarter of an hour ago; which means they should be here by ten-to-eleven.”
“Cool. What’s the Mt. Cook base like?” Valora said interested.
“Well, it’s cold. It has a very limited way to get in and would force any enemy into a bottleneck if they tried to get in. Not the best fortress, no where near Atlantis or anything but it will hold its own against an attack. I fought there once. How long ago was it?” His eyes clouded with memory, and something else. Like a memory he didn’t welcome. “It must’ve been seventy years or so. My squad was nearly dead, we were cornered and the only way to stop them was open the gate. But in stead I simply fired a singled shot, my last one as it was and snapped the chains. They broke and a weight crushed the Predators that had us cornered.” He stopped talking and sighed. “It was after that battle I knew my fighting days were over. Two-hundred-and-thirty-four in the Alarian New Zealand Military or the A.Z.N.M. So I retired to farming here to help support Mt. Cook.”
“That sounds really heroic you know.” Sophie said and he smiled gratefully.
“Thanks, but don’t praise me, you don’t know what other have done. Ever heard the tale of Whitecraft?”
“I’ve read it.” Matt said. “But I didn’t understand it completely. It was complicated.”
“It’s probably the most well known tale of all time. Would you like to hear it?” He asked, and everyone shrugged then said ‘yea, ok.’.
“Well, here I go. It was two-and-a-half-billion years ago. We were in the greatest scale war of all time, and it was the first part of the Eternal War. The Black Mind, Black Hand and Torius were wrecking death and destruction over the world. Billions were dead and it seemed we were going to lose the war once and for all. This was all before you humans were put on earth you know. An army was marching towards Atlantis completely at our unawares. With most of our forces fighting off an army at Orthidian, we barely had any defences at Atlantis. Within Atlantis though was the Everondin. A gemstone that could supply a warlock with enough power to move a mountain. If the Black Mind got is hand on it, we wouldn’t have chance of survival. Of course, it’s gone now, lost in the bloodlust of war and decay. They struck at us hard, and dealt a deadly blow. Then he came. Whitecraft came from no-where and fought a battle against Torius himself and slew him. He saved Atlantis from certain destruction, and he also saved the world from a terrible demise. The Predators saw their master dead, and were turned to ash. With half The Black Mind’s army dead, Whitecraft led every man he could to Orthidian and attacked the other army we were combating from the side. The Predators were pressured into a corner, and Whitecraft hunted out the dragon leading the attack. The Black Hand it was, and he defeated him in an epic battle. He didn’t kill him, but made him lose his powers and flee to the shadows. The Predators there that day were then nothing put piles of ash. He stopped The Black Mind from bringing certain death to the world. Neither side had the strength to strike, now is not the time for how the second part began e down the remaining men of the opposition, and so the war ended. Or so we thought.” The tale finished and they were all listening intensively. “That was a very brief version of how the first part of the war ended, and the details are greatly different. But also or came to this. You will learn in Atlantis I’m sure.”

Wow, another great chapter. :3

This is continuing it... This isn't the end btw

Simon sighed. “Well, it seems very err… epic how it all acme to be. So I understand The Black Mind and Hand are still out there. Somewhere…waiting to kill us.” The air was filled with an uneasy feeling.
“Well, if you want the full recount from Whitecraft himself, you can have this.” He walked over to a tall rack of books that were dusty and they could tell were old as their must’ve been at least good layer of dust. He handed Matt a big book that weighed a tonne as he found it or thought it. “It should be in there.” Matt saw it was the same book he had gotten from the library but lost in the inferno after the battle. It was Heroes and Heroics.
“Yes, I got this from the Morundor library but lost it after the battle. So we can keep it?” Matt said not looking at him and prying open the book with his fingers slowly. It seemed almost fragile, so he decided to be cautious.
“Chris?” Sarah’s voice was worried.
“Yes?” he called back.
“You need to see this.” He went into the kitchen, and they heard many mutterings and it was only a few seconds until he burst through into the living room.
“Get in the car, now! They’ve found us. The Predator are heading this way. We can’t wait for the escort to come, we’re taking you there ourselves. I’ll get you things, just get in the car.” He chucked them a set of keys and ran down the hallway.
They heard a shout of ‘Cevara!’ Chris and Sarah ran outside with the Guardians and their things were floating through mid air and into the boot of the old car. It was rusty and dirty, like a stereotypical farmer’s car. The boot clicked open and Chris tossed their things in. Matt was clutching Heroes and Heroics to his chest.
“Boy I hope these luck charms work.” Valora said twisting her bracelet round her wrist. Matt nodded. The four got in the back of the car and Chris and Sarah got in the front with Chris in the driving seat on the right. With a deep rumble, the car shot off. Shooting dust through the air and gravel in every direction they raced down the road.
Matt looked back out the dirty window and saw black moving shapes gaining on them. They were flying, and snarling with their mouths gaping like black holes ready to devour anything.
They drove along as fast as they could. Breaching the speed limit of one-hundred by twenty kilometres an hour. The ride was bumpy as they hit building stones or potholes and were jolted upwards. The Predators were coming closer, and to their fear they passed a car when they sped around a corner and with a resounding crash sound, they saw the car hit the storm of Predators. It was stripped of all metal and exploded in a whirl of flames. The Predators were not injured with the burning wreck and continued racing after them, hungry for blood and meat.

“That’s it, I’m doing something about this!” Simon grabbed the punched the button on the roof and opened the sun-roof. He stood up, trying to keep balance.
Reaching out with his mind, he made contact with his powers and immediately his energy began being sapped out of him. Using his power over earth, he made cracks appear in the road before the Predators. Making them bigger until the Predators would fall down there before they saw it was coming he forged a trap for them. As the approached the gaps in the ground, the first row of them pelted for them then tripped and fell to their deaths on the spiky pinnacle-like rocks within. Soon enough though, they avoided hem, leaping over and dodging them with abnormal agility.
The car spun off the road and began hurtling up a hill. Simon was thrown down and against his seat.
“We’re going to cross into Alarian territory soon! They won’t attempt to cross then with the defences up!” Chris yelled. Too frightened to do anything, they just nodded. “Dammit! There’s a gorge coming up! She’s got a bit of juice in her still! Matt I might need your powers to get us over!” Matt held onto the bar above his head, as tight as he could.
The car smashed through a wooden fence and into a long paddock. He saw through the front window there was a gap coming closer at a rapid speed.
Looking back at the moving swarm of death that threatened to kill them, he saw they were mere metres away, screaming and reaching out attempting to catch onto the back of the car. To their fear, one clutched the tow bar at the back and began tearing its way up the car around to the door.
“My turn!” Sophie undid her seatbelt and put her head through the sun-roof.
She brought her powers, forcing the energy out and into her hands. It burned, and her palms glowed with a red light. Sparks shot from hand to hand so fast they eventually formed a small flame the size of a tennis-ball.
The Predator pulled itself onto the roof, ripping it apart even though it was metal. It released a howl like the devil. It was coming closer, struggling against the intense wind.
“Eat this.” She said and threw it like she would real ball. The flame dealt a blow to the Predator on the face, burning a mark deep into its skin. Its blood dribbled out and was tossed away in the air. It continued clawing itself closer, though it had a deep gouge on the right side of its head. As though it was unhindered, it was getting so close.
The energy was withdrawing and she was too tired to make another one of the fireballs. To her surprise, she was yanked down into the car by her top with a Valora steering at her, her eyes alight with the feeling of battle.
Valora stood up and swirled the water around hands as she commanded it to. She had already activated the energy in the car. She focused all her energy into creating water on the rusty car’s roof making it slippery for the Predator.
Pushing out the power, water washed over the car. It made its way under the Predator until and started tripping. The Predator’s left hand slipped and wacked it in the stomach from the force of the wind. It growled and snapped at her with its jaws, but was thrown off, and tumbled off onto the road. The body twisted and bowled over multiple grade ones.

As always, an awsome chapter! x3 Or part of a chapter. BTW, if you do ever get this published, I would be more than happy to read it.

A second thing, I am a speed reader so I might have missed this, but what is the basic shape of a Predator? I mean, I get they have wings but are they like a bird, wings and two legs or wins and four legs or what? Just becuase I'm trying to draw one at the moment. x3

There are three grades of Predators:

Grade 1. They are just monsters. The are very hunchback, their tail is like a whip except bones are ripped from the flesh and spikes of metal can be found protruding. Their neck is short, one foot or so but it can stretch up to three. Their teeth are mangled, sticking in all directions, and have no eyes. Their rely on smell, of which their nostrils are on the sides where their ears would be. They have a smooth skull, with some having sharp horns. Their front arms can be one of two things. One, they are very thin and nothing but bone and torn skin. Two, they have like very thin arms and at the end they have long, thick dagger-like things, not hands.

Grade 2: Just like the first except with long, shattered and heavily broken wings. They have a thin membrane, and can give powerful electric shocks sometimes.

Grade 3: They are shape shifters. They can change into MOST animals and not things like insects. Although, they can turn into humans because The Black Mind considers humans to be nothing but animals. The will ALWAYS have an engraved black eye on their forehead, it was a side effect he couldn't avoid.

This isn't the end either you know, just to say.

“Let’s se how they like this! Hold on kids!” yelled Chris, and he pulled a small lever on the roof downwards and they heard a swoosh noise. A colossal explosion racked the air behind them and they saw two small rockets shoot out of the back of the car. The Predators were blown away in a wave of fire and inferno. Smoke rose from the ashes that were once Predators, and from within it the rampaging Predators burst forth and continued to chase them. Many had burns, and smoking patches, but they persevered.
“Do they have to be so damn persistent!” Simon screamed looking back at them.
“OK, we’re nearly at the gorge. Matt do you know how to do a Wind Slice?” Chris roared.
“Yes, I think so.” He said uncertainly, knowing if he got it wrong they would all die.
“Good, when I say ‘now’ you’ve got to launch us through the air over the gorge and we’ll be in Alarians territory! We’ll have guards to assist us and full on defences!”
They neared the edge, and it got bumpier. They were thrown round the back of the car, and it was difficult for Matt to force himself through the sunroof. He barely kept balance, tripping over his own feet every so often as he waited for Chris’ order.
He looked around away from the black horde of Predators to see the edge was only a few metres away. With one last thrust on the pedal, the car was catapulted through the air and over the gorge.
“NOW!” Chris yelled.
Matt bolted through his powers defences with every ounce of energy he had and let the force of wind enter him. The energy was compelling, and everything seemed to move in slow motion. The Predators were all over them, closing around them like a gaping mouth. Using his energies he sent a streamlined blade of slicing wind back at the Predators. With the strength of his attack, the car was propelled forward and out of the Predators’ range. The u-turned backwards and stopped in mid air. Just hovering and snarling as the car skidded to a halt on the other side, relief washed over their minds.
They heard the sound of arrows being shot out of places they couldn’t see. Flaming objects struck the Predators from their sides, and avalanches of snow fell from the cliff sides around them. They retreated as fast as possible, scampering away, beating their wings like mad until they were out of range of all projectiles.
They were all puffing from the adventure they just had. Freaked out by how close they came to death. Chris got out of the car, and dropped to the ground on his knees. He put one hand to his heart, and gasped to draw in air.
Sarah leapt out and caught him in her arms before he fell to the snowy ground. She was crying. The Guardians ran over to him, to see a blotch of blood directly over his heart. It was still bleeding and he was trying to draw in breath.
“What happened?” Matt asked, swallowing at the thought of what was to come next.
“When the Predators nearly surrounded us over the gorge, one smashed the window and slashed at his heart before you got us out. He’s dying, there’s no healing spell that can undo this kind of damage. The medics are ages away!” Sarah said, still sobbing and tears falling from her eyes.
Chris began convulsing, and then went still. With one last glance at the Guardians, he said:
“I did my duty…” and life left him to the cruel hands of death. Sarah was holding his body close, shaking and crying. Her hair falling across his face like a veil.
The was a thunder of scraping metal and the falling of ice and snow as they looked around to see three doors open around the clearing. A snowflake fell on Matt’s nose and he saw multiple species emerge from the doors. This time there were not only dwarves and elves, but minotaurs, centaurs, and two griffons.
The centaurs were proudly holding themselves, and clad in heavy armour right down to their hooves. They bore many varieties of weapons, although the majority of them held bows. They did not have them raised, but only hung at their sides ready to pulled out at any time. Their half man, half horse made them extremely tall and towered above any other being around them. They all had long, dark hair that freely swung on their backs.
The minotaurs were heavily built, and wore no armour with their skin tough enough as any armour would be. They held in their black or brown hands with yellow nails massive heavy weapons like hammers and humongous war-axes with blades that were the size of car tires. They had scowling faces, that had an expression of a war-like warrior with no humour. Their all had twelve packs and muscles like a world champion boxer. Some wore shoulder pads of a thin leather and straps that would enable to sling their weapons on their backs.
Two Griffons arrived beside them, and knelt down, bending their knees in respect to the Guardians. As hey did, so did everyone else in the area, going into short bows and murmuring things like ‘Savaro’ and ‘Ouns Hemsayi’. They had no idea what it meant, but as soon as they looked around quizzically at them, a centaur walked to confront them and said with pleasure,
“It means saviour, or Chosen Ones; and may I say this is the highest pleasure to have you in our presence. Welcome to the Mt. Cook base, well actually it still a fair walk until we reach the actual city, but this is an entrance to our lands. You will be protected within these boundaries. Please, come, we don’t want our great Guardians getting colds.” He made a small hand movement and everyone formed a circle around them and opened up a single passage into through the dull grey doors.
The four didn’t say anything, still shocked from the car ride and started stumbling towards the mountainside interior.
Sarah was led away from Chris’ dead body and she had to be forcibly removed from him still yelling to let her go. They looked back at her, and knew they shouldn’t do anything for some reason.
They reached the doors, and as soon as they entered, they were greeted by a warm air and fire lit corridor. It extended as far as Sophie could see, there were steaming pipes and vents that let off strange odours. The Alarians came in from the cold, chucking their cloaks and hoods on the hundreds of hooks that ran along the walls. They began talking of how cold it was outside, and how they nearly missed the Predators when they ambushed them.
The centaur that had talked to them before came in and pulled off his chest piece of armour and placed in a locker chest. Twirling the combination in, he closed it and yet again bowed to them.

Okay. x3 I'll try drawing the grade 2 tomorrow. ;3

Awsome chapter.

you want more?

Yus. x3 Please?

This isn't the end of the chapter either.

“Forgive me your honours, my name is Eridon, and I’m the guard master of the Eastern Entrance. It is still a couple of hours travel to Mt. Cook, but we have arranged transport. Sophie breathed deeply, then brought the energy to say something.
“We’re aren’t… walking are we?” she asked, hoping they weren’t. She had had enough of walking lately. He looked at her in astonishment.
“Of course not! We wouldn’t have any of the Guardians at risk of being attacked by yetis around these mountains.” All four of them stopped to look at him. Yetis? Valora thought, surely that was slightly too far out there.
Eridon bowed again, his human ears twitching and led them along the passage. Every so often, there was a surge of steam that blasted from the pipes. “The heating is expensive I tell you, but you haven’t been in Mt. Everest.”
“There’s a base in Mt. Everest?” Matt said in a disbelieving voice.
Eridon didn’t turn to look at him. “Yes, but not Alarian., not anymore. We lost it to The Black Mind, about twelve thousand years ago.”
Simon seemed to choke on his own breath. “And of course that isn’t long!” Eridon didn’t detect the sarcasm in his voice.
“Indeed it isn’t. The Black Mind took Amon’dur I think it was around… fifty million years ago.” They turned a corner and started going upwards on a slight slope. They could see in distance a small light that led to the surface.
“Umm… Eridon,” Valora said. “when was the first sight of a human?”
Eridon stayed silent for a while. Coming to a halt, he turned to face them, an expression most like a scowl consuming his face.
“It’s not a topic Alarians like to discuss. It was a very dark time for both races. The humans have no idea that it happened, but I will say God put the first one on earth around four million years ago. But you-.”
“That’s impossible though!” Sophie said placing hr hands on her hips. “The first record of human existence is around one-hundred-and-twenty-thousand years ago!”
“I was just going to explain that. At the end of the Last War, the only thing we could do was destroy everything they had. Technology, their warlocks, as they had advanced so much with our help. We reduced them to savages, and their past of fighting with us was wiped gone. The one thing we couldn’t stop, was their memories. They remembered fighting us, and passed us on their memories to their children, but eventually we became legends.”
“OK, we know that part. We’ve heard it. But my question is this.” Matt said. “You say you stripped them to savages right?” Eridor nodded, wondering what he was going to ask. “Why didn’t you take back your land while we were weak?”
“Because we were weaker. Also, there was a vote at the last Council meeting. Whether to ride with what little men we had left, or to abandon it all and hide ourselves in order for the humans to forget us and stop hunting our kinds.” He trotted away without another word.
They continued walking down the passage until they came out into the blue-white light. It was a snowy clearing, and snowflakes were falling like rain all around them. Sophie shivered.
Eridor whispered something in a Griffon’s ear. It came over, and bowed its neck. It had a soft voice, which they could immediately tell was a girl’s.
“You will be riding me. With you flying, it won’t take a minute to get to the base, well not with me flying at my speeds!” Her beak clicked and snipped. “My name is Vera, and these are Iloyn, Unon, and Quen. You will be riding either one of us. I’ll be leading, and you will follow in order as directed. Do not distract us, as I’m sure there will be a couple of Predators out parked around a few clouds. We’ll deal with, no need to waste your energy. Though there might be a few manoeuvres so hold on tight.”
Valora smiled and went to feel Vera’s feathers. They were soft, and flicked after her fingers as she fiddled a few around her fingers.
“Well, get on.” A bitter voice came from Unon to her right. He rolled his eyes, and ran to Matt who eagerly pulled his leg over and on his back. Simon took his time to get on and eventually had to be helped onto Iloyn’s back. Sophie had no trouble, being familiar with horse she go on in a matter of seconds. Gripping around their necks and holding their hands together, they braced themselves for take off.
The four griffons ran beside each other to the edge of a cliff, they wer terrified of what might come next. The silvery wings spread out around them, and they began flying. The valley below seemed so far away and Sophie was transfixed at the view. Their faces were soaked as it was thrown through hundreds of droplets of rain as they sped around mountainsides and down through the deep valleys.
“Hold on Guardians! It might get a little cold.” Vera said and hey began ascending straight upwards. Simon was terrified, clinging for dear life as hard as he could. He had his eyes closed, and was almost crying. The wind whipped his face, and gravity seemed to make no affect at some points. Sophie was screaming with joy, holding on with one hand as her hair was being pulled away from her by the fierce wind’s freezing clutches.
The clouds neared, and they seemed to fade as they got closer. The four attacked the clouds, to be met by an even more intense water space. Their hair plastered to their skulls, and goose bumps pooped over their entire bodies.
They roared above the clouds to see a shining sun above them and as they looked out they found a sea of grey clouds that seemed to never end. They thinned out and became white the further it went. They could see the pencil like tips of the tallest mountains.
Gravity lost its effect completely as the griffons went into a deep plunge. They pumped their wings, and squawked with a high pitch sound that almost hurt Matt’s ears.
They dived under the clouds into a deep, water ridden valley. There were deep puddles that you couldn’t see how deep they went and were a hazard when you tried. They swooped, then pulled at the last second to land, planting their back lion feet on the wet rocks and stones.
There was little snow here, as it all turned to water before they touched the ground. As they hopped off the backs of the griffons who shook themselves to get a little water off. It seemed to be desolate and nothing here. Just rocks, boulders and water.
“Err… Vera?” Matt said, looking around, puzzled. “Where are we?”
“Why we’re at the Mt. Cook base. Or entrance at least.” She said and walked over to a particularly large boulder of a strange shape that was extremely tall. The top of it was shaped like a small ‘A’. “Ah, here we are. Now, all we need is an Alarian hand print.” She raised her eagle talon, then paused. “How about you try?”
Matt looked surprised and joined her at the giant rock. He looked a his hand as if to expect something new.
“It won’t work, I’m human.” He stuck his hand on the rock and felt the stones around him cracking and turning to pebbles to reveal a small hole in the side of the cliff that led down into a dimly lit room.
“But you are a Guardian. And will have powers you never expect.” She said and proceeded down the hole. The other three griffons just looked at them, waiting for them to go in first.
About ten metres away, a boulder cracked and fell to the ground ten feet below. It was severed into three pieces and as they looked to see where it came from, they saw a drooling face of a screeching Predator. More sprung out from behind rocks and little crevasses. They prowled closer, tapping their demented claws on the wet rocks below. There must’ve been at least fifty cornering them.
“Get inside, we’ll hold them off!” Quen ordered them inside, she crouched down to obscure her underbelly from attacks. The three surrounded them, snapping their beaks threateningly at the Predators, stalling for time.

Awsome. I've almost finished that Predator picture . . .

EDIT; Here. xD

Lol. I'll edit it if it's wrong, I tried to do a Grade 2

Wow, that picture is incredible. Although the wings are not normally attached. Yes, the teeth are right except that there is a lot more, they're crooked and some are black and moldy. The only thing is the tail, quite a bit more thin, and dismantled like with bones and spikes sticking everywhere. Is that ok?

This isn't the end of the chapter either.

Valora backed away, going into the small tunnel. Matt grabbed her shirt, and looked her in the eyes.
“Too many have died for us, we aren’t going to let any more.” She breathed deeply, afraid of the numbers of Predators that were still climbing.
They joined the three griffons who were looking at them in frightened surprise.
“I said get inside!” she shot her tail at the entranceway.
“No-one more will die on my watch today.” Matt yelled, and stood in a battle stance, like a karate position.
They put themselves each in between a griffon. Readying to fight, they all called on their powers. Matt smashed the wall that stopped his energy with the fury that fuelled him at the moment. He felt the cool power wash over his body like water and he felt he could do anything.
The closest Predator lashed at him with its tail. He twisted to dodge it, and did successfully. Spinning in a three-sixty, he slashed with a wind slice and the predator’s chest split in a splash of dark blood that stained the rocks.
Unon leapt forward in the air, straight up and then after a while twisted entirely around and dived for the ground. Faster than the rain itself as it fell, Unon swooped along the ground, and with her wings she smacked multiple Predators over the head, which snapped their necks an they collapsed backwards, dead.
Iloyn was breaking a Predator in half, by biting in with his knife sharp beak. A Predator lunged itself over him, attempting to cling onto his back. He ducked as it came, and it collided with another Predator on the other side of him. His claws grabbed a Predator by its face and he tossed it at the cliff walls around, then with spreading his wings, he reared and leapt through the air. Many Predators spouted their wings and began following him. One was able to grab his tail, but with a short twist, he catapulted it into the stone walls.
With a sharp turn, Iloyn waited for the remainder of the Predators trying to catch him to come to him. They screamed like the hellish creatures the were and were in no time severed to pieces by Iloyn’s deadly talons. One finally wrapped itself around his neck and tried ripping away at his skin. Terror gripped him, and he tried shaking it off, but to no prevail.
He felt a searing pain break through his chest, and a red liquid patch was expanding from where it struck him. He felt light-headed, and everything went hazy. He couldn’t keep flying, and tried to land, but he passed out before he could.
Valora saw in the distance through the rain, Iloyn’s body falling. It hit the ground and was covered in the feasting bodies of Predators, she tasted a bitter taste in her mouth. Using the rain around her, she compressed every droplet she could get into a small ball and then let it blast away. An intensified beam of water exploded and wiped out a path of Predators which crashed into each other and died as they hit the wall with such force their skulls cracked.
Simon was back to back with Sophie, duelling a battalion of Predators it seemed. Sophie was casting minuscule fireballs that seemed so feeble as they nearly disappeared through the falling rain. Simon brought up a wall of rock, his muscles pushed to the limit and he could feel the energy being sapped out of him. They couldn’t do it anymore, their energy was spent and the Predators kept coming.
Sophie’s ankle was seized from behind and she screamed as she face-planted straight into the mud. She scrabbled to grip something but was only pulled even further back. Simon heard her cry and immediately let go of everything to help her. Summoning every ounce of energy in his body he leaped through the air, soaring over the Predators below and landed square in front of the Predator trying to take Sophie’s life. As he planted his feet firmly on the ground, he purposefully brought his foot down on the Predator’s wrist. It howled in pain and backed away, its arm ripping off as it was trapped under his foot still. Simon felt queasy as he saw Predator blood cover his black shoes, now red mixed with black. Sophie puffed frantically and stood up clumsily, and was in no time back into the battle.
Matt was jumping in the air, then when bringing his fist down on the ground he sent a wave of wind that tripped up every enemy within a few feet, some of which even broke a bone in their foot. He couldn’t keep it up for much longer and he would soon be overcome. A Predator jumped over h wave of air under it and made a lap at him. It bowled him over and pinned him to the ground. It raised its claw, ready to strike at his face and kill him. He closed his eyes to take the final blow; but instead of as he expected his energy would disappear, a new energy force suddenly took hold of his body.
He lost all fatigue and using this newfound energy, he did something he had never done before. Spreading his arms out, a massive single gale-like wind wiped them all clean off him. His vision turned blue like it had once before and he found he was enabled to do things he never dreamed of. Stamping his left foot on the dirt ground, a white slice of wind whirled from under his foot and began creating a small whirlwind. The dead and alive Predators were sucked in and bashed against each other, suffocating in a gassy air full of dust, dirt and stagnant water. Some where tossed out and slammed with almighty force to the stony walls around them.
Matt heard a yelling mass of people and saw Alarians running out of the gap in the rock, firing their bows and with no hesitation ran into battle to save the Guardians.
He lost concentration and the whirlwind slipped out of his power, as did the rest of his abilities. All energy vanished from him so that he didn’t even have the strength to stand up. His vision returned to normal, but the next second went black and he lost all feeling. He fell sideways in the turmoil into the water, rain still pouring down.

Quote: Night Owl

Awsome. I've almost finished that Predator picture . . .

EDIT; Here. xD

Lol. I'll edit it if it's wrong, I tried to do a Grade 2

Actually, that's a great idea, having the wings attached. Do you mind if I use it? Also, you have the proportions perfectly right.

Okay. xD Thanks. I'll fix the teeth, and the tail. ;3 The chapter is awsome! x3

This is the end of the chapter...The next one is 'OVERHEARD'

Mt. Cook Base, Southern Alps

Matt’s eyes slid open to the faces of Simon, Valora and Sophie with concerned expressions. He was lying on a soft, white bed with his head propped up against fluffy blue pillows. There was a light that shined brightly above and it took him a while to adjust his eyes to it. His head pounded like drum beats and he couldn’t remember what happened that time before How long had it been?
“You gave us a good scare you did.” Valora said, sitting down on a short three-legged stool as Matt sat up and pain bolted through his arm. He yelped with the sudden stress on his arm and fell back against his pillows. He gently turned his arm to see the source of his pains and saw there was a long cut, with encrusting blood. It was an least a centre metre or two deep going below the skin. He could barely bend his elbow without having a painful jolt shoot through his arm.
“Yes, a Predator seemed to have got to you before we did after you fainted out there.” Sophie said, they had obviously not left his side since they came here, wherever this was. Their hair was still mingled with dirt and could be seen to be slightly wet. Their clothes were still muddy, and were ripped like they would be after a battle.
“Well,” his voice croaked and it was sore and parched. “I’m just glad you guys are OK. Could I gat a drink of water or something?”
Valora turned away then came back not long after with a small wooden cup full of flouwan.
“It’s the last of our lot. But there’s plenty here.” She said, passing the cup.
“And here is where?” he asked after taking a good draught of the flouwan, and felt instantly energized. The pain in his arms vanished instantaneously, and as though he felt better, as soon as he tried to pull himself up to sit the pain returned and made him lie back down, his arm still aching.
“Well, the Mt. Cook base of course. We would’ve seriously been in trouble if you hadn’t gone all superman! You should’ve seen yourself man, you like created a tornado or something and wiped out half the Predators. It was insane! Then the other guys cam along and finished it, the Predators were running away their tails between their legs!” Simon patted him on the back softly, his glowing smile as radiant as ever. He sighed in relaxation as he found that they finally reached the Mt. Cook base at last.


Not much, but still.

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This is the last bit. Hope you like it. Sorry I havent posted in ages...just kinda went off DS.

“I’ll go first,” Matt said stepping forward into the middle. This was only the third time he had ever tried to use his powers. He was nervous, because didn’t show her what he meant. She might never believe him. He shook his shoulders, shaking off tension. He raised his arms up, and begun to summon up the energy.
Just like last time, he tried to make himself as calm as possible, opening his mind to things around him. His hands began to get hot, sweat broke on his forehead. It was a long time until he felt the small spark of energy in him. Carefully, he brought fourth the force of energy from within him and let it flow in his veins. The magic was pulsing free in his body now. The magic was in his grasp. All he had to do was bend it to his will. He reached out with an imaginary tendril and caught it. The power was ready at his command now. He opened his eyes to find his vision was blue. Everything was just shades of blue. Matt and Valora glowed like light bulbs, giving a pleasant radiant light to their surroundings. The bushes were an aqua colour, while the vibrant blue trees swayed in the wind. He pushed his power out beyond himself, touching things he was metres away from. He lifted all of the leaves from around him like he did last time and made them circle his hands, now balled into fists. He decided he would try something different now. He felt the wind battering against his face, and he raised arms to feel his will of the wind’s direction changing commence. The dirt and leaves around them rolled backwards and Matt, Simon and Valora.
Cold crept up around his fingers, and the energy slipped out of reach. He felt the power being drawn back to inside his core and his eyesight returned to normal colours. His shoulders heaved up and down as he breathed in as much air as he could. Goose bumps popped out on his legs and arms, he shivered, feeling the chilling wind slide of his skin, now gone white with cold.
He looked up to see Valora. He couldn’t help letting a small chuckle out. Her jaw was slack and her expression radiated with pure amazement. Obviously, she finally believed him.
“Is that enough proof?” Simon interjected in and saw Valora place her hands on her hips.
“Okay, whatever; but what about yours? You said you had discovered your powers as well.” Valora asked expectantly.
Matt and Simon saw this coming. Simon grinned, sighed and readied himself to somehow try and bring up the power he felt before.
Simon closed his eyes as Matt did and balled his hands into fists. He let all tension disappear and started to feel stupid as nothing was happening. He searched his mind of how he summoned his power last time. It was a vague memory as last time he was barely conscious and his vision was blurred. He remembered how he felt last time, just not how he did it. At the reserve, all that happened was everything flashed green and a force of new energy rose up his body and made him able to lift that rock and throw it even though he wasn’t touching it. After a minute or so, Simon opened his eyes feeling stupid.
“Sorry guys.” He apologized, “I’m trying, but it just isn’t working. Last time it kind of just… happened.” Simon frowned and let his arms loose at his side. He saw Matt biting his lip, while Valora kept her straight face.
Matt narrowed his eyes and grinned. “Simon, last time you used your powers…” Simon nodded. “Did you feel like you discovered a part of your body you didn’t have before?”
“Ummm… sort of, I guess. There was a part of mind that like opened up and let a flood of energy pulse through my body. The problem is, I don’t know how to open it.” Simon’s forehead furrowed.
“Let everything relax. Let your mind nearly shut off completely, and it will come.” Matt responded.
“Ok. I’ll sit down this time.” He said. Simon found a comfortable place, leaning on a rock. Yet again, he closed his eyes, but this time he just let every part of his body flop to the ground and he relinquished control over his limbs. He treated it like going to sleep, not one muscle was tensed in his body. He did not know how much time had passed until he mentally poked around his mind. Eventually coming to a part he hadn’t felt before and the back. It felt like a dam, full of water and ready to burst fourth. He could imagine how fragile it was, a simple prod and the dam would crack and the energy would come. With his mental finger, he smashed the barrier and a strange force seized his body and he felt the adrenalin permeating his body. His eyes flashed open, and to his surprise, his vision wasn’t green as he had expected. He focused entirely on a stone a few feet away, and he felt the energy rushing out of his body and into the stone as he directed it. Simon raised his hand and commanded the stone to do so as well. Ad he wished, the stone arose from the ground and floated it the air. This had all happened in the matter of seconds, and it was only milliseconds after he had begun to raise the stone the energy force slipped out of his grasp and exhaustion overtook his body.
The energy was sucked swiftly back behind the mental dam in his mind, and it solidified to be as hard as a brick wall. He looked up at Matt and Valora. Both had broad smiles spread across their faces. Valora’s in bewilderment, while Matt’s in pure joy.
“Simon puffed and pushed three words. “That good enough?” he asked.
“Simon,” Valora was speechless for a moment. “That was incredible! You made the stone rise like nearly a metre above the ground for like five seconds!” To Simon, that sounded ridiculous as she was all in awe of him as it was a whole metre!
“Well, good on you.” Matt said. “I knew you could do it.” Simon’s chest was still heaving up and down in great attempts to take in oxygen. He gazed at Matt’s and Valora’s face radiating with joy. To his surprise, he saw a serious expression settle across his face. It made him uneasy.
“What is it, Matt?” Simon asked.
“Simon, in both of our dreams we were told important things. What did Ithidriel tell you?” Matt folded his arms and sat down on the rock Simon was leaning on. Valora’s impressed look faded as well, and an air of mystery came upon them. Simon sat up straight.
“We were in a battlefield. I have no idea where.” he began. “Ithidriel came to me and told me that in a matter of months maybe our whole world could be at war with an evil we haven’t heard of or seen yet. Hmmm… what else was there? Oh yea, he told me we have to meet at the reserve on the next full moon. I reckon it’s important. Are you going to come?” Simon finished his explanation with a sigh.
“I’m going.” Matt said immediately.
“Well, I might as well.” Valora added after a little while.
“Was there anything else in your dream?” Matt asked, noticing the sky was beginning to become grey.
“Not that I can remember. Well, nothing major really.” He said slowly, trying furiously to recall what he saw in the dream.
Matt looked carefully at Simon and Valora. There was still one thing on his mind.
“We still have one question unanswered.” He said with a tinge of worry in his voice.
“What is it?” Valora questioned.
“You Valora. What about you? Are you the going to have powers like us? And if you are, when will you get them?”

Next Chapter: The Map, The Hammer and the Girl.

Next bit, here it is Sorry, short chapter but still a little more coming

THE, MAP, THE HAMMER AND THE GIRL


This is good, very good. They have her convinced, and they both survived the Predator. Everything is coming together. The last step is still to be taken, but not until they get to Morundor. It won’t be possible ‘till then.

63 Longspur Ave, Matt’s house

Matt repeatedly threw the basketball against the wall. Boredom had taken over already. Over the last few days, Matt had been trying to hone his elemental skills. Practising by surrounding himself with light objects, he summoned his powers to create currents and he tried to direct the items around a series of poles he had stuck in the ground on his front lawn. So far he had only made it past two poles without his powers fading, hitting the poles, or losing control of his powers drastically and the objects flying in sudden unpredictable directions. After kicking stones and pinecones around for half an hour, Matt decided to take another look at the map he had found those days ago. He might understand them a little more now all this had happened.
Matt unfurled and flattened the map on the floor, smoothing the creases out with his hands. To him, the map felt strange, like it emitted an energy of some sort. Discarding any thoughts such as that, he stared at it, like he was trying to extract something from it. He realised he wasn’t getting anywhere after repeatedly running his eyes over the paper and merely looking at the same thing for ages. He looked at the clock to see it was eight o’clock; he should be getting to bed now. Matt stood up and stretched, his muscles ached from having his legs folded for so long. He yawned, and his eyelids felt heavy. Matt stepped over to close the curtains before he lay in bed. Just as he was pulling the blue and red curtains together, an inch of moonlight snuck through the gap and struck the map still lying on the floor. Matt gazed down in awe at the map; it had changed dramatically and was now completely covered in symbols. The symbols were in rings, getting larger as they went outwards, until they reached the edge. The symbols were a metallic sky blue and shone just like the moonlight. Not only had these symbols appeared, but a new map had appeared, it was a map of the world, but not with any landmarks he knew of. Where he thought Mount Everest was, there was a label saying, “Tamor Ron”. Many other names alike that were scattered around the map, and there was one in particular that caught his attention. The Bermuda Triangle had always beheld great mystery for the world, with ships disappearing and planes crashing. But he noticed the word; “Atlantis” was put there, right in the centre of it. As far as he could tell, these were no human places, they were something else; but he was still clueless to it all. Matt squinted at the small New Zealand shining in the moonlight. To his surprise, he saw exactly where his home, Christchurch would be, was a minuscule label saying, “Morundor”. This intrigued him greatly. What if he could find this place, it may answer all his questions. Matt heard footsteps coming up the hallway; he knew it was his father was coming to tell him to get to bed. As swift as his limbs could get him to move, he slid the map under his bed, he saw the symbols and shining places vanish from the map’s face as he scrambled up to bed.

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The sun was high above Simon; a layer of sweat was on his brow after practising with his powers for a long time. So far, his only progress he made was that now he could lift a pebble and throw it ten feet across the garden. He was up to his feet in tall grass that tickled his legs as he made even the slightest movement. This was not the only thing he had been trying in the last few days.
Recently, he had been having a swing around with the war hammer he had in his room. He could still barely lift it, let alone use it in any helpful way.
Simon picked up the hammer and gripped it firmly in his hands. His muscles tensed and hands wrapped tightly around the war hammer. He pretended enemies surrounded him and attacked them with the hammer ferociously. It was long until he was exhausted, and every part of his body ached like hell. As he was using the war hammer, he accidentally let it slip out of his hands and it went flying. The three foot long hammer hurled through the fragile window and he heard it shatter his mother’s precious china vase. That would take some explaining to do. He quickly rushed in to see the damage.
There were multiple pieces of cracked china covered the floor. He tugged the hammer out of the wall, leaving a foot deep dent in it. After tossing the war hammer aside, he bit his lip, considering his options of how to explain what happened to his parents next time they came home. He shrugged and resumed cleaning up the pieces of china.
By the time he was finished, it was already twilight. Red sunrays were spread lightly across the sky. He decided it was time to make himself some dinner. It was an hour before he was able to sit down and watch some television. Simon picked up his plate from the kitchen bench and let the aroma of bacon, lasagne, and roasted potatoes drift through his nostrils. Simon walked around the corner from the kitchen to the TV. It was then, Simon saw it.
The war hammer he had discarded just before had been showered in a delicate array of blue and silver moonlight. Simon dropped his dinner right there and there examine the sight more closely. There was a clatter of plate hitting floor and a squoosh of the lasagne. Simon knelt beside the war hammer, his eyes still feasting on the sight beheld.
The war hammer glowed just like the moon except with a turquoise radiant light. The runes along the staff part of the hammer shone even brighter, and when he touched them sent a mild electric shock coursing up his arm. The war hammer was strangely warm when he clasped his hands around it.
Simon lifted it around to look at the face of the hammer. Here, there was only one rune; and it was one he recognized. It was the symbol of the element of earth, and it was a deep, emerald green with a dull glow. He didn’t know why all this was happening, but Simon knew his world as he knew it was evolving into something bigger, and he was playing a part in it.
Simon heard a knock on the front door. Who would be calling at this hour? He asked himself. Simon summoned Ithidriel to help him. In his imagination, the Minotaur was standing in heavy silver armour, with a broad sword in each hand at the door. Ready for anyone to come in that could be hostile. Simon reached the door with anticipation, wondering who on earth it could be. Turning the knob and opening the door quickly, he saw some-one not expected. Sophie Peterson.
Sophie was a girl at Raven hedge School. He felt himself blush red immediately. She also happened to be the girl he liked. She was about half a foot shorter than Simon, and had flowing brunet hair that looked even more beautiful now she was bathed in the moonlight. Her blue eyes twinkled just like the stars above and her skin was flawless in every way. He felt a smile tug at his mouth as he saw her mesmeric smile that seemed to shine by itself with glittering white teeth. She was extremely intelligent, getting top marks in nearly every test they got. She was the perfect girl, the perfect student, and what Matt would describe as impossible. He had liked her ever since her first laid eyes on her. Sophie was also very popular at school, and had barely ever talked to Simon. Why was she here now?
“Err… hey Sophie. Why are you here?” he was trying not to sound excited at seeing her. Just keep his cool, and she might be impressed. A smirk flickered across her face as her elegant figure stepped through the doorway. Simon then saw her eyes. They were confused, like she didn’t know what was happening to her for some reason. He knew how she felt.

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“I just want to ask you some important questions Simon,” her voice sounded like a choir of angels ringing in his head at that moment. “Please, may I come in?” she asked.
“Yea, sure, whatever.” He stumbled on what to say then and there. This was his one chance to really impress her. Simon rushed over to the war hammer still lying on the floor, glittering in the moonlight. Before he could shove it under the desk, Sophie commented. “Well, what a nice artefact. Do you mind telling me where you got it?”
Simon didn’t know what to say to that. His mind had gone completely blank.
“Ummm… well, I got it at an uhhh… there was uhhh… oh, never mind.” He felt incredibly stupid after stumbling over his words like that. She simply nodded and took a seat on the couch. “So, what’s on your mind that involves me?”
Sophie sighed and folded her arms like to protect herself. “Lately, strange things have been happening to me. Like, really weird. And I’m freaked out. I don’t know why, but there are these boys that appear everywhere I go. Whether I’m in the mid-city, or at school. Not only that, but they seem to be getting more frequent and I’m-,” Simon couldn’t help cutting in.
“Were these boys bald? Or had something like an eye on there forehead?” Sophie’s eyebrow went up in questioning.
“Ummm… yes, how did you know?” her voice sounded slightly more happy, although Simon knew this was not good.
“Oh no, no, no! Not good at all. This is bad Sophie, very bad. These boys, how many have you seen?”
“Maybe, a dozen in the last few days, I don’t know.” Simon stood up, panicking. What could this mean? What did Sophie have to play in all this?
“Okay. What I’m about to say will blow your mind. You may think I’m mad or insane, but I swear it’s the truth.” Sophie was looking puzzled. “Me, Matt, and Valora have recently had a series of events that have destroyed out world. Firstly, we began to all have strange dreams from people we thought didn’t actually exist, don’t ask who. Then Matt found out he had powers over the element of Air; and not long after we had the same boy I think you’ve been seeing appearing frequently except around us. Then Matt asked to meet me at the reserve down the road and across Westlake Park. When I got there, we were attacked by that boy we had been seeing. Except, you need to know something about those boys. They are shape shifters. When it attacked me and Matt, it had transformed from this harmless looking rabbit to a thing that looked human. Also, they are super strong, I mean, he threw me at a tree five feet away with one hand like I was a fly.” He took a breath after talking so fast for so long. Sophie had a mixed expression he couldn’t decipher.
“And you- you’re telling the truth?” Fear clouded her eyes like a blanket of mist obscuring vision.
“I swear on my life, I’ve seen this with my own eyes. Why did you come to me though?” he asked curiously.
“Oh, well, it’s just you; Matt and Valora seemed to be the people to ask about strange happenings like this. If I asked anyone else, they’d think I’m aberrant.” She began to twirl her hair around her index finger. Matt was unconsciously playing with his fingers.
Matt’s mind was working furiously; it seemed to be going a hundred miles an hour. He eventually struck an idea.
“Sophie,” she looked up at him at the sudden strictness in his voice. “Can you grab the war hammer over there? It may help us.” He pointed to where it was and continued pacing.
Sophie returned with the hammer, handed it to Matt and he began to examine the signs on it again. He found the symbol of the eye; the exact same eye that was on those kids’ forehead. “Sophie, see this? It’s the eye that we’ve both seen. I just have no idea what this could mean!”
“You know I really must be going now.” She said flicking her wrist to look at her watch.
“Ah, yes, I suppose.” Simon broke away from the compacted theories flying through his mind.
“Notify me if you know anything please.”
“Yes, I will. Sure, uhhh bye.” She acknowledged him with a radiant smile and walked out the door her hair flailing in the wind. Simon knew what he had to do. Snatching his phone off the wall, he jabbed the numbers in and waited for Matt to answer. It was multiple rings before he picked up the phone.
“Hello?”
“Matt, it’s me. I need to tell you something urgently.”
“Okay, is it to do with the Predators?”
“Yea, you know Sophie?” He hesitated before mentioning her name for some reason.
“Peterson?” Matt chuckled. He had always thought it was funny that he liked her. “Yes, what does she have to do with any of this?”
Simon began to speak faster out of nervousness. “Only about two minutes ago, she arrived at my house unexpectedly. She had some very strange things happening to her.”
“Such as?” Matt queried.
“She said she had seen the same boy or thing that we had following you; except there was a dozen or so. What could this mean?” Matt was silent, he could tell this was a blow to Matt. He had not expected or even anticipated something like this.
“I don’t know Simon, I really don’t. Tell her to be careful. Oh and there’s something I found that was strange tonight as well.” Simon raised his eyebrow. “The map we got in the reserve well, I left it out in the moonlight and… it changed. Like, it had all these glowing places I’ve never heard covering the entire map. And there a place listed exactly where Christchurch is now. It was called Morundor.”
Simon puffed out. “I got no idea, but that reminds me! You know the hammer?” Simon then recounted everything that happened. Neither of them could come up with an explanation. The hung up, ideas left floating.

Next Chapter: The Third Dream

THE THIRD DREAM

Hmm… This is peculiar! Never had we foreseen this. This Sophie girl has never shown any inclination of being a Guardian! I find it amusing at their intrigue of the hammer and the map. It’s too bad that’s all the lead we could give them.

22 Evans Place, Valora’s house

Valora’s eyes were pried open by her cat, Mindy. A yawn forced her mouth open as she sat up in bed. Mindy pawed at her, purring and blinking with her gigantic, hypnotic eyes.
“Yea, I’ll get you some breakfast soon. Just give me a second.” Valora rubbed hers eyes and stretched backwards. Hopping out of bed quickly, she got dressed and poured the small brown biscuits into Mindy’s bowl. Valora gazed out the dreary window; the grass was sparkling with the morning dew.
Valora was confused. Her friends had shown her proof, told them everything they could say but she just couldn’t believe it was too impossible. Even if she had seen it, her brain was in a mess. She didn’t know what to believe anymore, her world was falling apart. Unconsciously she had taken herself to grab a coat and left for the outside world.
She arrived at the same place that Matt and Simon had shown their powers to her. She didn’t know what brought her here, but somehow she knew she needed to come here.
She sat down on a rock and began to concentrate; maybe she could summon up powers over water since they could over air and earth. Fire didn’t seem like her kind of element, and just as air had been Matt’s favourite element and earth had been Simon’s, maybe since her favourite element is water that would be her element.
She walked over to find the thin stream to test her theory. She stood up straight, put up her arms in front of her straight and tried desperately to concentrate on pushing and pulling the water. Her attempt was to no prevail. After she slammed her eyes open in anger and frustration, she heard a rustle in the bushes. Not long after, an unnatural growl came from the same place. It did not sound of any animal she knew of, it was too loud for a cat on any scale.
“Who’s there?” she asked. No response. Valora raised her eyebrow, and pushed her way through the long grass towards where the sound came from. As she was only a couple of metres away from it, she heard multiple more deep growls coming from all around; whether it was above, behind or in front. A nervous blanket was thrown over her, what was happening? She spun around as she heard a stick snap. Her heart lurched as she saw a black carapace heaving up and down in the grass, like something was breathing. The spine was protruding out of the skin, and no blood was being spilled. She knew of no animal such as this. She backed slowly towards the stream, her foot slipped in the mud and she stumbled backwards into the murky water. A venomous green slime dripped onto her shoulder from above. She gazed upwards, her head shaking, terrified of what would be there. She tried to scream at what she saw, but no sound escaped her mouth. Paralyzed with fear, her eyes widened and muscles were all tensed.
Looking down on her was a creature; it looked like something off a sci-fi movie. There were eight, black, menacing eyes. Never blinking, only fixed on her. Its teeth were rotting black, jagged and crossing over each other. Saliva ran down the fangs and dripped slowly onto her clothes. She felt a prickle on her shoulder to see the saliva was more of an acid, as it burned her clothes. The acid reached her skin and closed its fiery hand over her shoulder. Tears leaked out her eyes as the searing pain of the acid laid waste to her skin. Adrenalin kicked in and she pulled herself away. The monster leaped down from the tree and the rest of its body was revealed.
Trailing behind its twisted body was a long, nearly three feet long tail that seemed to have no bones in it. Its claws were like talons, and she could see they could pierce skin without much effort. The creature continued to prowl towards her as she backed away. Its tail swept behind it, and its neck began to lengthen to nearly a foot long. She gulped, her mouth went dry and terror enveloped her. The beast snarled, its jaws gaping like a snake’s. It walked on four legs, and she saw its hind legs were muscular, scaly and seemed ready and eager to pounce on her. Its back was bulging, and thinned as it went downwards towards its legs. She knew she had seconds before it attacked. Just as she thought that, five or so more sprung out from bushes and down from trees surrounding her. Her death seemed certain. Is this how it ends? Oh please Kestral, if I do have powers, let me use them now! The growls began to get louder, and the beasts were closing in, she thought this was the end. She tried to scream, but no sound came fourth yet again. They were only a couple of metres away. Fear gripped her, and she felt death tightening its grip on her. It was then, a part of her mind felt like it exploded and energy pulsed from there through her entire body giving her strength she had not felt before. Her vision turned all shades of blue, the creatures were all dark blue and she lost control of her actions. Not knowing what she was doing, she flung her hand at the stream, felt her hand go cold like it was immersed in the water and threw her arm at the creature closest to her. An arc of water sped over her head, split into three bolts and struck the three creatures approaching her from the front perfectly in the chest. They were tossed twenty feet in the air and then launched into the think trees. The limp bodies collapsed to the ground and didn’t move again. She turned to face the last two; no fear was seen in their eyes. They were obviously made to have no fear, and not feel for fallen comrades.
One was to her right, the other to her left. Both leapt in the air, claws outstretched, ready to slice her through. To her great surprise, her fear was nullified. She ducked as the creatures soared above her, flinging her arms out then whirling her arms around her head, she sent a rope of water out and wrapped it around one of the beast’s legs. It tripped over itself and face planted on the ground. The second creature screamed at him and launched itself again. She pulled the water out of the small stream with mental tendrils and put her arms into a V shape, pointing at the monster.
Two bolts of water swirled around her hands then headed for the creature. One struck it on the side of the head, and the other on the hip. The monster toppled over and snapped its neck on a dagger like rock.
Her head felt light, and hurt like hell. Her vision returned to its normal colours, and her eyes began to sag. Her strength vanished and she couldn’t even stand up. Her legs buckled beneath her and she lost consciousness.

Theres a lot more to come

still more to come after this bit!

Valora sat up, rubbing her head from the pain in her aching skull. It was then she realized she was sitting in cool, soothing water. The soft trickle of water continuously played like music as she observed her surroundings.
She was sitting a pale area of lighter colours and the stones at the bottom of the river where perfectly round, and from the eroding at them until they were stunningly curved to have no rough surfaces at all. A white misty haze was blanketing the area as far as she could see. The water was sparkling clear like a window and flowed steadily down the river. A low hanging tree loped over her and its damp leaves rubbed against her injured shoulder. To her great confusion, her shoulder was healed like nothing ever happened.
“So, I hope I did a good job of your shoulder.” A voice alarmed Valora coming from behind her. She quickly gyrated around to see the speaker.
Standing a few feet away from her was a Griffon.
It stood in its grandeur, ruffling its eagle feathers and clicking its beak every so often. The back half of it was muscular lion hide, and deadly sharp claws. The front half however was eagle; its feathers were a musky brown and greyish to black. The talons were curved to a point that could snatch and rip skin any time. It was only then she recognized that the Griffon was Kestral, her friend.
Although she knew it was Kestral, she felt like it actually wasn’t. She seemed different in a way. As if she hadn’t created her and like she was just another being.
“Umm… Where am I?” her voice was confused and intrigued at the same time.
“You, Valora are inside the world between heaven and earth,” Valora raised an eyebrow as she saw Kestral was not opening her mouth to speak, but whispering these words from her mind. “also known as The Spring Falls. Here is the world of dreams, where people are taken and where angels wander freely. Now, you must’ve figured out who I was by now haven’t you?”
She nodded slowly. “Yes, you’re Kestral aren’t you?”
“Aye, that I am. We have been watching you for quite some time and-.” Valora clicked. “We?” she knew Kestral would have to give her the answers she wanted. She watched as Kestral shifted uneasily, and cleared her throat to talk. “You must understand I cannot convey everything you need to know about err… us. All will be told when you meet us in the real world, but your questions must halt for the meantime.” Valora’s lips pressed together as she scowled. She sighed puffed out and looked Kestral directly in the eye.
“Kestral, look here now. My life has just been torn apart, I don’t know who to trust,” she stood up and began poking Kestral in the chest. She ruffled her wings and began walking backwards. “And I want answers now.” Kestral steered back into Valora’s eyes and knew she had to tell her something.
“Valora, I am going to give a world entire history in under a minute now. We have very limited time, and I need to give you some information as soon as possible.” Valora sat down in a shallow puddle, her blue jeans now utterly soaked.
“Millions, maybe even billions of years ago the world was ruled not by humans, but by my kind, well, the Alarians. There were dragons, elves, dwarves, centaurs, minotaurs, griffons, and omaras. We lived in a great harmonic world, working perfectly like cogs in a clock but then our great God placed humans on the earth.” Her voice dropped and became grave. “We welcomed the humans, taught them how to live, sow and reap. This soon became our downfall… Our kind does not breed like yours, and you’re numbers in no time became near four billion. Still being new to the world, you followed suggestions without much thought and were extremely easy to be convinced. A human by the name of Derak Dathrin rose through their ranks and told falsities that we were savages and going to kill them all. Without another thought, they followed like sheep and declared war upon us. Their army was too great for us back then, a battle had not taken place since the Black Mind was at large. It was matter of mere maybe, two decades before we were driven to the depths of the earth. Thus, we became legends and myths while the humans rule over the surface.” Valora could not take it all in simultaneously and to her horror she realized the name of the human she mentioned.
“Wait a second! You said that guy’s last name was Dathrin, does that mean…” she covered her mouth, and looked at Kestral. Sorrow filled her eyes.
“I’m sorry, but I’m afraid so. We’ve traced his bloodline back to him many times.” Kestral bowed her head and crossed one talon over the other awkwardly.
“If he knew… that his ancestors did that… imagine what he would think.”
“Actually, his ancestors performed a great service to us even though billions of our kind died.” The sentence ended with a slight snarl that sent a bitter chill down her spine. Her worry transformed into confusion as she processed what Kestral said. “Yes, you heard me; they did give us something great. Although we have been forced from our homes to live underground and in our most deeply hidden cities where the sunlight does not touch our skin, scales or feathers, it has saved us our entire kingdom from extinction. It was all-.” Kestral froze on the spot right there. “Oh no, I have spent too much time. I must go, remember to meet Matt and Simon at the reserve on the full moon. It is absolutely vital!” she stamped her feet and began to turn transparent, eventually fading into thin air like mist.
“Wait, don’t go!” she pleaded desperately, she still needed to know so much. She pondered on the command Kestral gave here about meeting Matt and Simon at the full moon. Previously Simon had also mentioned about meeting each other in the reserve. The full moon was only a few days away; she knew she needed to talk to Matt or Simon.
The white clouds surrounding her became more concentrated and all things solid disappeared. The water she was previously sitting in drained away and the grey stones disintegrated to sand. Her vision was completely blocked by the swarms of mist. The ground beneath her felt like it evaporated and she fell into nothingness.

Last bit in this chapter!!!

Valora awoke in her body. She was slumped against a rock with Matt standing over her. Beads of sweat covered her over and her shoulder was continuously bleeding. She swiped a look at her it to see a white tissue absorbing the seeping blood that oozed out. She saw the wound was now blood encrusted as she took the tissue off.
It was only then her mind fell upon what happened. What did she do to defeat those creatures? All she remembered was feeling an energy burst fourth in her body and she lost control of her actions. Matt placed his hand on her uninjured shoulder.
“Easy now.” His voice was calming and gentle.
“Matt,” her voice croaked, she could tell it sounded feeble. “How did you know I was here?”
“I really don’t know. It was about half an hour ago when a thought leaped in my head, and my shoulder, the same one you injured began to hurt. The thought was of you, and I saw you lying against this tree, injured and I just knew I had to come and make sure you were alright.” He continually attempted to comfort her with small gestures.
“I’m fine,” she said, then shortly contradicting herself by standing up and stumbling to the ground. “I just need to rest a little.”
Matt’s eyes fell upon the black, dead bodies of the creatures Valora had slain. “Val, what are those things?” She looked up and at him, and confusion flooded her eyes.
“I have no idea Matt, something came over me before, my sight went all blue and I used well… water to kill them. I don’t know how, I just did. They came at me, and attacked me. It didn’t take me long to kill them, and I have no idea what they are.”
“Predators.” Matt said quietly, looking away.
“Could be. Like different version of them or something?”
“I don’t know, but to me it seems the most likely explanation. Just by a chance, did you have a dream like the one I described?” Valora smiled faintly and recalled what happened before.
“Yes and no. It had Kestral, not Whitecraft or Ithidriel and I was told some very weird things as well we all need to know.” Matt raised an eyebrow.
“She said we needed to meet-.”
“at the reserve on the full moon by any chance?” Matt finished off the sentence for her. It had previously happened in Simon’s dream as well. Valora tried to stand up again, successfully this time and then began leaning on the tree, one foot over the other.
“Are we going to meet there?” She asked, a serious tone permeating her voice.
“Of course,” he looked her in the eye; she could tell there was more on his mind than he was telling her. “Something is happening and I want to know what it is. Anyway, what harm can it do going?”
“None, I’ll go. I’ll come up with some excuse for my parents.” Matt was nodding in agreement.
“Well, I guess now you’re alright. I’ll walk you home and then I’ll go.” She began walking, putting her hand on his shoulder for support.
“There’s one more thing I need to tell you.”
“Okay, what is it?” Valora stopped, and they turned to face each other.
“When I had that dream, Kestral told me something unbelievable.”
“Personally, I think I’ve taken enough unbelievable things in the last few days. I’m sure I can take this.”
Valora frowned. “There is a lost piece of history that no-one knows about. Billions of years ago apparently, the world was ruled by Dragons, Griffons, and all other mythical creatures. It was all peaceful, and then God,” She swallowed before saying that word, she didn’t believe God existed. “Supposedly put humans on earth and they err… took over the world. They lost because war hadn’t taken place since a person called The Black Mind was around, and they weren’t at all prepared for the onslaught.” Matt gazed into Valora’s eyes, trying to decipher her expression.
“There’s something you aren’t telling me isn’t there?” Valora stepped back, freaked by Matt knowing she didn’t tell him about Derak Dathrin. Did he really know her that well?
“Well… look, you’d rather not know. Trust me.” She urged pleadingly.
“I won’t pressure you, but I’ll find out eventually.” He said calmly. “I’ll pass all this on to Simon, you good with that?” she nodded slowly.
Matt hopped on his bike when they arrived at her house, she simply waved good bye and he began journeying homeward.

NEXT CHAPTER: THE FIRST SIGN OF BATTLE

THE FIRST SIGN OF BATTLE

That’s all three of them; do you think that other girl will be the fourth? What other reason would they follow her? We shall just wait and see I guess then. Tonight, the final part of the war will begin, and there will be a victor.

24 Middleton Place, Sophie’s house

The delicate arms of the sun wound their way through the cracks in the curtains as Sophie sat up in bed. She looked sideways to the clock on her bedside table, it read: 1.43pm. She rubbed her eyes and brushed her brown hair out of her face to see. She sighed as she knew she only woke up to the same boring life she had yesterday, and the day before. Holiday boredom had taken over already.
She got out of bed, still groggy, pulled on some skinny jeans and a t-shirt then headed out to the kitchen for breakfast. Or lunch seeming as the time was as it was.
“Hello?” she called. No answer. She immediately awoke to fullness. Normally, her brother, Sam, would be home. There was no note on the table or anything, and neither was there any sign he was in the house. She checked his room, and saw his ruffled bed, unmade as usual. She walked to the door to see if he was outside. As she reached the wooden door, she saw a white piece of paper nailed to the wall and the writing was very rough, and barely readable. She ripped it off the outcropping nail and began to read it. Dread filled her to the brim as she read it.

By order of the almighty Black Mind
You must be taken to him at all costs
We have taken your brother to the Halswell Quarry
Come if you wish to see him alive

She dropped the paper to the floor and her heart became heavy, she had no idea what to do. Her brother had literally been kidnapped. She felt so stupid when she realized she should’ve called the police already. Punching the numbers 111 into the phone, her fingers and arms shaking like hell, she began to talk to the operator.
“Please state your emergency.” The operator was quick and her voice was very monotone.
“I need the police, my brother’s been kidnapped.” A tear escaped her eye and slid down her cheek.
“Please state your address and-,”
“No! I need them at the Halswell Quarry now, I received a message saying I need to meet them there or he’ll be killed I suspect.”
“They shall be there in ten minutes. Please stay calm.” She hung up and began to calculate how long it would take her to get there running. It would maybe half an hour maximum. She might as well begin running; as it was her they wanted.
Sophie’s head was whirling in terror, or was it rage? She didn’t know what it was. She swiftly pulled on her sand shoes and ran for the door. With a deep breath, she plunged herself out the door. Jogging at a steady pace, she felt a vibration in her pocket. She snatched her cell-phone out of the pocket and opened it to see a text from an unknown number. I had four words, and for words only:

YOU HAVE SEVEN MINUTES

She already knew who it was from. It wasn’t hard to guess. Those predator things sent it. She resumed running, pumping her legs up like she hadn’t done in ages. Sweat broke, and her breath was short. But she would not give up, she was not going to stop.

Still more to come!

Awesome My eyes hurt from reading, though.

By the way, I started reading the Rowan of Rin collection recently.

I apologise for not posting, I've been away for Ages. Firstly, I would like to announce in the time Ive been gone I have COMPLETED the book Whitecraft! 38 chapters, over 400 pages and a brilliant cliff hanger at the end!

*waiting*

HERE WE ARE!

“I’ll go first,” Matt said stepping forward into the middle. This was only the third time he had ever tried to use his powers. He was nervous, because didn’t show her what he meant. She might never believe him. He shook his shoulders, shaking off tension. He raised his arms up, and begun to summon up the energy.
Just like last time, he tried to make himself as calm as possible, opening his mind to things around him. His hands began to get hot, sweat broke on his forehead. It was a long time until he felt the small spark of energy in him. Carefully, he brought fourth the force of energy from within him and let it flow in his veins. The magic was pulsing free in his body now. The magic was in his grasp. All he had to do was bend it to his will. He reached out with an imaginary tendril and caught it. The power was ready at his command now. He opened his eyes to find his vision was blue. Everything was just shades of blue. Matt and Valora glowed like light bulbs, giving a pleasant radiant light to their surroundings. The bushes were an aqua colour, while the vibrant blue trees swayed in the wind. He pushed his power out beyond himself, touching things he was metres away from. He lifted all of the leaves from around him like he did last time and made them circle his hands, now balled into fists. He decided he would try something different now. He felt the wind battering against his face, and he raised arms to feel his will of the wind’s direction changing commence. The dirt and leaves around them rolled backwards and Matt, Simon and Valora.
Cold crept up around his fingers, and the energy slipped out of reach. He felt the power being drawn back to inside his core and his eyesight returned to normal colours. His shoulders heaved up and down as he breathed in as much air as he could. Goose bumps popped out on his legs and arms, he shivered, feeling the chilling wind slide of his skin, now gone white with cold.
He looked up to see Valora. He couldn’t help letting a small chuckle out. Her jaw was slack and her expression radiated with pure amazement. Obviously, she finally believed him.
“Is that enough proof?” Simon interjected in and saw Valora place her hands on her hips.
“Okay, whatever; but what about yours? You said you had discovered your powers as well.” Valora asked expectantly.
Matt and Simon saw this coming. Simon grinned, sighed and readied himself to somehow try and bring up the power he felt before.
Simon closed his eyes as Matt did and balled his hands into fists. He let all tension disappear and started to feel stupid as nothing was happening. He searched his mind of how he summoned his power last time. It was a vague memory as last time he was barely conscious and his vision was blurred. He remembered how he felt last time, just not how he did it. At the reserve, all that happened was everything flashed green and a force of new energy rose up his body and made him able to lift that rock and throw it even though he wasn’t touching it. After a minute or so, Simon opened his eyes feeling stupid.
“Sorry guys.” He apologized, “I’m trying, but it just isn’t working. Last time it kind of just… happened.” Simon frowned and let his arms loose at his side. He saw Matt biting his lip, while Valora kept her straight face.
Matt narrowed his eyes and grinned. “Simon, last time you used your powers…” Simon nodded. “Did you feel like you discovered a part of your body you didn’t have before?”
“Ummm… sort of, I guess. There was a part of mind that like opened up and let a flood of energy pulse through my body. The problem is, I don’t know how to open it.” Simon’s forehead furrowed.
“Let everything relax. Let your mind nearly shut off completely, and it will come.” Matt responded.
“Ok. I’ll sit down this time.” He said. Simon found a comfortable place, leaning on a rock. Yet again, he closed his eyes, but this time he just let every part of his body flop to the ground and he relinquished control over his limbs. He treated it like going to sleep, not one muscle was tensed in his body. He did not know how much time had passed until he mentally poked around his mind. Eventually coming to a part he hadn’t felt before and the back. It felt like a dam, full of water and ready to burst fourth. He could imagine how fragile it was, a simple prod and the dam would crack and the energy would come. With his mental finger, he smashed the barrier and a strange force seized his body and he felt the adrenalin permeating his body. His eyes flashed open, and to his surprise, his vision wasn’t green as he had expected. He focused entirely on a stone a few feet away, and he felt the energy rushing out of his body and into the stone as he directed it. Simon raised his hand and commanded the stone to do so as well. Ad he wished, the stone arose from the ground and floated it the air. This had all happened in the matter of seconds, and it was only milliseconds after he had begun to raise the stone the energy force slipped out of his grasp and exhaustion overtook his body.
The energy was sucked swiftly back behind the mental dam in his mind, and it solidified to be as hard as a brick wall. He looked up at Matt and Valora. Both had broad smiles spread across their faces. Valora’s in bewilderment, while Matt’s in pure joy.
“Simon puffed and pushed three words. “That good enough?” he asked.
“Simon,” Valora was speechless for a moment. “That was incredible! You made the stone rise like nearly a metre above the ground for like five seconds!” To Simon, that sounded ridiculous as she was all in awe of him as it was a whole metre!
“Well, good on you.” Matt said. “I knew you could do it.” Simon’s chest was still heaving up and down in great attempts to take in oxygen. He gazed at Matt’s and Valora’s face radiating with joy. To his surprise, he saw a serious expression settle across his face. It made him uneasy.
“What is it, Matt?” Simon asked.
“Simon, in both of our dreams we were told important things. What did Ithidriel tell you?” Matt folded his arms and sat down on the rock Simon was leaning on. Valora’s impressed look faded as well, and an air of mystery came upon them. Simon sat up straight.
“We were in a battlefield. I have no idea where.” he began. “Ithidriel came to me and told me that in a matter of months maybe our whole world could be at war with an evil we haven’t heard of or seen yet. Hmmm… what else was there? Oh yea, he told me we have to meet at the reserve on the next full moon. I reckon it’s important. Are you going to come?” Simon finished his explanation with a sigh.
“I’m going.” Matt said immediately.
“Well, I might as well.” Valora added after a little while.
“Was there anything else in your dream?” Matt asked, noticing the sky was beginning to become grey.
“Not that I can remember. Well, nothing major really.” He said slowly, trying furiously to recall what he saw in the dream.
Matt looked carefully at Simon and Valora. There was still one thing on his mind.
“We still have one question unanswered.” He said with a tinge of worry in his voice.
“What is it?” Valora questioned.
“You Valora. What about you? Are you the going to have powers like us? And if you are, when will you get them?”

Awesome! And I can see why the corrections are taking so long... If I ever got a book published, I wouldn't like any errors in it.

haha yea, I just read through and SOOOOOO many errors!!! Il;l post the next bit... its called: The Map, The Hammer And The Girl! Introducing Sophie Peterson!!

Alright, I'll be here XP

THE, MAP, THE HAMMER AND THE GIRL

This is good, very good. They have her convinced, and they both survived the Predator. Everything is coming together. The last step is still to be taken, but not until they get to Morundor. It won’t be possible ‘till then.

63 Longspur Ave, Matt’s house

Matt repeatedly threw the basketball against the wall. Boredom had taken over already. Over the last few days, Matt had been trying to hone his elemental skills. Practising by surrounding himself with light objects, he summoned his powers to create currents and he tried to direct the items around a series of poles he had stuck in the ground on his front lawn. So far he had only made it past two poles without his powers fading, hitting the poles, or losing control of his powers drastically and the objects flying in sudden unpredictable directions. After kicking stones and pinecones around for half an hour, Matt decided to take another look at the map he had found those days ago. He might understand them a little more now all this had happened.
Matt unfurled and flattened the map on the floor, smoothing the creases out with his hands. To him, the map felt strange, like it emitted an energy of some sort. Discarding any thoughts such as that, he stared at it, like he was trying to extract something from it. He realised he wasn’t getting anywhere after repeatedly running his eyes over the paper and merely looking at the same thing for ages. He looked at the clock to see it was eight o’clock; he should be getting to bed now. Matt stood up and stretched, his muscles ached from having his legs folded for so long. He yawned, and his eyelids felt heavy. Matt stepped over to close the curtains before he lay in bed. Just as he was pulling the blue and red curtains together, an inch of moonlight snuck through the gap and struck the map still lying on the floor. Matt gazed down in awe at the map; it had changed dramatically and was now completely covered in symbols. The symbols were in rings, getting larger as they went outwards, until they reached the edge. The symbols were a metallic sky blue and shone just like the moonlight. Not only had these symbols appeared, but a new map had appeared, it was a map of the world, but not with any landmarks he knew of. Where he thought Mount Everest was, there was a label saying, “Tamor Ron”. Many other names alike that were scattered around the map, and there was one in particular that caught his attention. The Bermuda Triangle had always beheld great mystery for the world, with ships disappearing and planes crashing. But he noticed the word; “Atlantis” was put there, right in the centre of it. As far as he could tell, these were no human places, they were something else; but he was still clueless to it all. Matt squinted at the small New Zealand shining in the moonlight. To his surprise, he saw exactly where his home, Christchurch would be, was a minuscule label saying, “Morundor”. This intrigued him greatly. What if he could find this place, it may answer all his questions. Matt heard footsteps coming up the hallway; he knew it was his father was coming to tell him to get to bed. As swift as his limbs could get him to move, he slid the map under his bed, he saw the symbols and shining places vanish from the map’s face as he scrambled up to bed.

I feel like I've already read this before.

AH... you HAVE... sorry!!! Wrong chapter!

I meant to post teh rest of the first sign of battle

Halswell Quarry, Chrischurch

Twenty minutes later, Sophie arrived to a scene with the police pushing people back, she fluro yellow and blue vests refecting the sunlight. In the near distance she could her gunshots. Screams of men, and the screeching of what she could only imagine were predators. She was still puffing as she walked with aching limbs to the nearest policeman.
“There’s nothing to see here girl, please move along.” He began to shove her away.
“No, I’m Sophie!” She puffed, breathing heavily again. “I’m the one who called you!”
The policeman looked down at her again. “There is a highly restricted and classified scene behind me, and you will be notified when it is over. Please go over-.”
“That’s my brother out there! His neck is on the line!” Fury consumed her, she rose to full height. “Now, let me in.” Her voice was commanding.
The policeman, gazed down, she could tell he found her sudden fury astounding. She looked closer at the man’s ears, they were at a point. Perculiar, she thought.
“I’ll let you pass, but what do you honestly expect you’ll be able to do?”
He walked away, leaving her without another word.
“You just watch me.” She whispered to herself.
The sound of gunshots grew louder as she went nearer. She quickly ducked behind a tree as six S.W.A.T agents ran past her. They kneeled down behind a rock, every so often swinging round or over and letting lose a few bullets. She continued t get closer until she finally got to the front of the battle.
“Girl! What the hell do you think you’re doing?” A man that looked like a cross between a bulldozer and a bulldog was storming towards her. He had an array of guns clinking at his side, he held a knife in his hand, and his vest had S.W.A.T on it.
“I’m the boys sister,” she said timidly, indicating the boy who was strapped to a wooden pole ten feet above, surrounded by Predators.
“Get out! Get out! You are not safe! We might have discovered a deadly new foe, maybe extra terrestrial! You can get killed out here! Those monsters are merciless! Get out!” He was standing over her, his face cherry red and anger radiating from his face.
She heard a whistle of something shooting through the air, and a second later, a black tipped arrow hit the man before her. The arrow was around two feet long, and had split his side open like a book. Blood gushed onto the ground, his breathing turned shallow and he looked at her with remorse in his eyes.
“Show those monsters,” he handed her a small pistol. “What we humans can do.” And he collapsed to ground like a sack of straw. She took up the pistol, frightened to think she can kill with his tool. That fear was replaced by a fierce determination to get her brother back.
No-one seemed to notice her in the turmoil. She took the S.W.A.T bulletproof vest, the black helmet and readied herself. It only then occurred to her that she had never handled a gun before. Also, that she might die here. She knew she was tougher than most girls she knew, she had jumped of the Sky tower before, and done extreme BMX when she was seven. If she can do that, she chuck a few bullets through some monsters.
She began to climb the tree to see if she could get a better look at what was happening and decide where she should go. When she reached the top she gazed down on the battle.
The Predators had Sam hung up on a pole, it must’ve been ten feet high. He wasn’t moving, but she could feel he wasn’t dead, only unconscious.
The Predators were pinned against the rock face, there must have been around fifty to sixty of them. She looked further around to see the S.W.A.T, police were all surrounding them. But they were still outnumbered. There was only forty or so of them. There were Predators or human as they looked with bows and arrows standing on ledges on the cliff-face. They fired nearly one every second. Even when they were hit by bullets, they survived. Stumbling backwards, then getting up, and killing again. It took many bullets to bring one down.
Behind the sandbags, boulders, any shelter, were the humans, firing there bullets. The Predators had one major advantage; half of them could fly. Twenty or so were plunging from the skies and bombarding them with rocks, killing three or four at a time. Sophie then realized that it would only be a minute or two before the would lose, and her brother would die. It was then something strange occurred.
Every predator simultaneously fled back to the ones that were firing arrows, and surrounded Sam. Both sides ceased firing. She could only make out a sentence or two. A Predator standing high above n the cliff-face began to speak in a crude imitation of English.
“We have smelt the one we are here for! They are here! Hand her over, or you will all die right here, right now.”
A burly policeman stood up, his gun still in his shaking hand. “We don’t know who or what you are. But we don’t know who this ‘her’ is. So we can’t hand her over. Not that we would anyway.” Sophie swallowed, afraid of what might happen next.
A cruel smile crept across the predator’s face. “Then we might as well have dinner early.” With a small nod, every Predator she could see screamed a war cry then rushed and swarmed every human. Slashing at their faces and slicing open their chests. Sophie looked away in horror, a tear slid down her delicate cheek. She clutched the pistol closer. She had to do something.
Five or so minutes later, the Predators cleared away and she saw the humans were cut to the bone, not an inch of flesh was seen only skeletons and blood splattering the ground.
“Find the guardian!” cried the head predator. “I’ve smelled her, she’s here alright.” The Predators spread out in all directions, sniffing as they went, trying to find her. She was frozen in fear. The flying ones began drifting towards her, smelling her out. It seemed they couldn’t see, only smell. They were closer; she knew they were onto her. She had to act. If she went down, they’d see her in a second. But her muscles wouldn’t budge anyway, they wouldn’t obey her. The predators were mere feet away now. She spun around, in her panic, the pistol slipped from her grasp and it fell below. She heard a soft, thunk of it hitting the ground. The Predators snarled, looked up and saw an inch of her hazelnut brown hair. They screeched. To her great dismay, they began climbing the tree, clawing their way slowly, snarling, growling and ready to feast by the looks of it. The predators all came rushing to the one spot, to get at her. Death was coming to her. She never thought she’d die young.
It was then a burning sensation erupted through her body and coursing through her blood. Her hands began to feel like they were on fire, sparks began to leap between her fingers. Flames blasted from her palm and immolated three or four predators below. They snarled, and continued climbing. The energy continued to flow through her, and using this newfound power, she laid waste to her enemy. There was a call from the leading predator.
“Flee, retreat, she has found her powers, it’s too late!” He yelled with a piercing tone that seemed to break her ears. It was screaming of such anger he had not experienced ever, it was almost painful to hear it.
The feeling vanished and she felt faint. She got a headache, and the blood rushed to her head. She used the last of her energy to get down from the tree before she passed out. To her luck, her legs buckled beneath her only when she reached the ground. Everything faded, and she passed into unconsciousness. Her head was thumping fast, and then there was nothing.

Awesome!

and the next chapter is called The Full Moon and it the chapter that leads them into the first Alarian City!!!!!!! Ill post when requested!

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THE FULL MOON


It’s her, we knew it. And that’s all four. Contact is our next priority. Tonight, they will attack, that’s when we will first meet them. They will come through Morundor. The Fire Guardian is safe in Morundor already. Not conscious though.

63 Longspur Ave, Matt’s house

Matt turned on the TV to see their top news story, “Mass Murder at Quarry.” The news presenters were advising that young children leave the room because of the images.
He saw Halswell Quarry to his surprise, and then heard a gasp from his mum as they saw the skeletons of men striped bear of skin, muscle, organs, everything. Nothing left. Burning trees could be seen in the background; the fire department was taking care of that though. They explained the death of the men to be of some kind of nuclear reaction caused within the rock it was said, until they came to multiple piles of ‘unexplained’ ashes. But Matt knew it was the ash of the predators; he had seen the same ash when Simon killed that other one. Matt’s interest climbed, and he took in every detail, there had been a battle here, with many more predators than shown here.
“There was supposedly a kidnapping to have happened here,” said the reporter. “We have no idea, where the boy by the name of Sam Peterson is now, but we have found no trace here yet.” She pressed her finger to her ear. “A new piece of information has just come in. There were meant to be a total of fifty-two personnel here. Yet, there have only been fifty-one discovered bodies. The man’s name that hasn’t been found is-.” Matt walked away, fiddling with his fingers. Trying to make anything of what happened. He sat down at his desk in his room, flicking on his light and gazing out to the moonlit sky. It was the-.
Full moon, he thought, apprehension rising in him. He rushed out the door, calling to his mum to say he was going before she could respond. He began walking in the dead of night to the reserve. It felt spooky, almost like he was in a ghost story. He folded his arms in to keep in his heat.
He heard a crackle in the bushes, like the snapping of twigs and the cracking of autumn leaves. He spun around to face from where it came from, it was nothing. You’re being stupid, he told himself. There won’t be anything out here. He came to the entrance of the hut they were meeting at; he decided not to go in. He was freaked out by the black, unlit shadows that shrouded within; he wouldn’t be able to see anything. He stood around to wait for Simon or Val.
Five minutes later, the silhouette of Simon wandered into the park, clutching a new wooden staff in his hands. He waved. Matt feebly shook his hand back at him, and then rushed over to him.
“Hey, kind of freaky out isn’t it?” He looked at him quizzically.
“Not really man, when you get left home alone for weeks at a time and live in a creepy old wreck like mine, you get used to ‘freaky’ stuff at night.
It wasn’t long until Valora’s slender shape was seen coming. When she saw them, she ran over to them as fast as her legs would move. “Hey,” she said, shivering from the cold. “Well, we’re all here right. Now what? Did Ithidriel tell you anything else?” Simon shook his head.
“So how did you get your parents to-.”
The thunderous bang of an explosion could be heard from where they were. They all froze then sprinted towards the sound. As they were running, a heat wave washed over them. Matt saw flames leaping high from over the tops of trees. He reached the entrance to the reserve to see his home burning. Fire ate away at the house, crackling almost like it was laughing at him. Smoke floated through the sky, as the flames continued to devour his home.
Multiple more explosions happened all at the same time. Every house in Longspur Ave burst into flames. Everything was burning, everything he had called home, and everything he had loved, grown with and been sacred to him. Tears expelled from his eyes, sadness overwhelmed every nerve in his body and his knees broke under him. He stumbled to the ground. He felt Valora’s hand softly resting on his shoulder, and through a watery screen of tears he saw Simon beside him, saying something he couldn’t hear through his sobbing.
“There! It’s them! Get them!” A harsh voice of a predator came out of no-where and his sadness transformed into more than anger, it was fury. He sliced his hand through the air, and sent a force of wind darting at a line of predators. It hit them, and their sides split open with the slicing and they fell dead. Matt felt weaker.
Matt, Simon and Valora stood up, and realised they were surrounded on all sides by enclosing, fast approaching predators.
“What do we do?” Valora asked terrified.
“I don’t know!” Matt said, was he going to die here?
A silver bluish sphere spun out of no-where it seemed. When it hit the ground, ten or twenty predators were thrown fifty high; they smacked the ground with an ominous thump. The remaining predators howled and called fourth more predators on them. Hundreds more scampered out from the burning houses and charged at Matt, Simon and Valora. They were all frozen in fear, and their eyes were wide with terror.
Multiple more spheres catapulted and attacked the predators. With a silver and white flash, they were tossed in the air and skewered on the fence spikes of a few houses. Matt turned around to find men with swords, bows, and guns he had never seen before rushing out of the bushes. Firing like made, and striking down predators every second, they were slashing with an elegance he thought you couldn’t have while wielding a blade. Many were short, and some were tall with pointed ears. Elves and dwarves. You have got to be kidding me. Matt gaped in awe. They laid waste to the predators, losing very few men. Every so often, two or three all attacked a single man and brought him down. Neither side was giving an inch, both mercilessly throwing down their opponents. Twelve elves were standing back, speaking incantations and casting magic. Fireballs flew through the air, ice spikes sprung up from the soil, making the predators into monster kebabs.
The men surrounded them, as they continued to pour out of the bushes. Three came directly to them, and knelt down on bended knee.
“Sirs and madams, please come with me. Your lives are at stake.” The first one to speak ran away without another word. They were puzzled greatly at the fact he addressed them as ‘sirs’ and ‘madams’. The man had headed towards into the heart of their hut. They hastily followed, with the other two accompanying them.
They arrived in the hut, to see the hut to the mysterious house, Gator’s Batch was open. They must’ve come from there.
“This way, we must hurry. The night is nearly done.” said a dwarf; he held two hammers in his hands. But there was no time to dwindle.
Hesitantly, they walked through and into the place people were not supposed to return from. Although yet again, what would he return to? Everything was gone. He heard a ‘retreat’ call and the elves and dwarves returned through the doorway, bearing deep wounds and still not a single whimper was heard. Blood was smeared on their faces, and they did it all for us. Simon thought. People died for them, to keep them safe. It was a terrifying thought.
“Quick, through here!” A muscular elf with a beautifully angular face began urgently it seemed nudging them into a small trapdoor. They gazed down to see it was a slide.
“Where does it-.” Matt began.

WHAT HAPPENS NEXT?

Awesome again.