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Okay, last bit of this relatively... short chapter...

“There is no time! Barador, lock the gates! We need to get you safe in Morundor.” They saw a man over by the door, pull the door close before any predators could sneak in. Then push a series of buttons beside the handle, and with a distinct, clunk, it was locked.
Uncertainly, they threw themselves down the slide; neither of them knew how long it was. All of Matt, Simon, and Valora ended up holding hands as they went down, even more frightened now.
The slide eventually, after a minute or so came to an exit and they landed
on a large black, pillow that cushioned their fall. Thy finally relinquished their grip on each other and stood up to look around.
They were in an underground city. Carts wheeled around the marble floor carrying strange items, whether they were weapons, clothes or food. The marble floor was of many colours, red, blue, gold, white and silver. Hundred feet high pillars scaled up to the roof of stone. The city stretched as far as he could see. There were buildings, homes; towers just like underground cities were described in books. He turned around to gaze up at the biggest portrait he had ever seen. It was of a white dragon, and it didn’t take Matt long to figure out that was Whitecraft by the features. The date at the top read 99690BC, and the caption read: ‘In honour of the last living member of the Council that is no more.’
He continued to look around at the elves and dwarves that walked by. Many stopped, bowed and said something like ‘Brevian Cero’ which they had no idea what it meant. Nearly every man and woman in the city that they had seen had scars over them. Memories of a dreadful past, and their faces wore an expression of a saddened hope. Many were in wheel chairs or on crutches and very person had a weapon on them. Valora felt sorry for them all.
Simon’s feet clicked on the floor as he walked forward uncertainly to see more of its glory. There were no cars, no bikes, only running and walking. He wondered why that was. He looked upwards to see that hanging from the roof were many connected platforms that wound around, above and below each other to create a web of walkways. In the very centre of the roof was what could be seen as a mini sun. It was only a pure glowing lump of light that lit up the entire city as far as he could see. It was magnificent in every way. The buildings were smooth, never a sharp edge, only curved. All throughout every piece of architecture were minuscule designs of pictures and monsters that even told stories.
The three turned around to see the men before emerging from the slide with a soft, slurping noise. The man that had addressed them before came to them.
“Well, my friends. Welcome, to Morundor.”

The Next Chapter is... A New World

Next chapter!!! well, a bit of it

A NEW WORLD

We did it Whitecraft! It has begun! The eternal war will soon be over! All four of them are safe, and now they just need to hone their abilities and face their destiny.

Morundor, Beneath Christchurch

“This place is incredible!” cried Valora as she walked around, inspired by every inch of the place.
“You think this place is incredible? You wait till you’ve seen Atlantis.” said the elf, smiling broadly in a friendly way. “Oh, I’m terribly sorry. My manners are terrible. My name is Tirunra, I live in the house of Veran and I am your personal guide and protector until you get to Atlantis. Feel free to ask me anything. Tis an honour to serve you.”
Matt had a flash back of his home burning when he saw a dwarf carrying a torch alight walk past him. Tears began to swell up in his eyes again.
“Tirunra, my family, are they…?” Tirunra turned away.
“I’m so sorry, but we couldn’t have got your family out as well. They’re gone.” Matt swallowed and didn’t know what to think.
“Ah! Here they are.” said Tirunra. A group of five or six men and woman were walking towards them. They had long, flowing gowns of silver and gold. All of them had blades either slung at their sides or on their back. Three of them were elderly, with grey beards that were trimmed to perfect shapes. Their uniforms were identical otherwise, black lace boots that reached their knees and leather jackets with a small insignia on the left. One lady had a small headband with a diamond or crystal that hung on her forehead. The oldest of them all, a man they could tell was a war veteran by the scars he bore on his face had symbolic tattoos with patterns and letter of a language they didn’t recognize at all. They strode with long strides, and when they came face to face with them, they saw that the men and woman were unnaturally tall. They had proud, catlike faces even; they seemed to have an aura of power and wisdom. To his great surprise, the six men got on bended knee in front of them.
“You do not know how relieved and honoured to have the revered guardians in our city.” said the oldest man and they stood up. “I am Sinvara, this is Eva, Kiilo, Reduron, Urmura and Maio.” He indicated each of them in turn.
“OK, but why are we revered and what are these ‘guardians’?” asked Valora and a glance of astonishment flickered between the six.
“Of course, we should’ve know you wouldn’t know being humans.”
Matt frowned, and he heard Valora go ‘hmph!’ “Not to worry, all will be explained in time. And may I offer you my deepest regrets about your parents, but God always does things for a reason.” Matt, Simon and Valora shared an awkward look at each other at the word ‘God’.
“Yes, err… thanks. I’m still getting over it. I expect it’ll take me a while.” Matt responded. “So what are we to do?”
“For now,” Reduron stepped forward. “rest, Tirunra will take you to your quarters.” Tirunra nodded curtly. “We will discuss your next steps tomorrow.” They turned away, with a small bow and walked back the way they came from.
Tirunra led them along the marble paved streets, many elves and dwarves took the time to bow and murmur words as they passed. The houses were open, carved out of the stone perfectly. There were no doors, only curtains that either drawn or not. Windows were only holes, no glass or anything and still everything was curved and smooth. No rough edges. Every so often, a lamp with a strange fire that burned in them was hung up, attached to the stone walls.
“What’s in those lamps?” Simon asked intrigued.
“Oh that’s an old trick. It’s the same as the light up on the roof. We call it Hope’s Flame. It is alight as long as good is in the world. I’m afraid it used to be a lot brighter.” said Tirunra with a wind of despair in his voice.
“Right, here we are.” he said happily, turning down one more corner to see a gloriously created house that two wooden doors, the first ones he had seen at the front. It was taller than the other buildings they had seen and looked fit for a king even on the outside. “So, you will stay here tonight. I’ll pick you up at 6am. Also, you might find some familiar faces in there.”
“Wait!” Matt said as Tirunra was walking away swiftly. “I still have many questions.” Tirunra didn’t turn back; it would have to wait until tomorrow.
The three walked inside tired after the day, or night as it must be now and began to look for the beds. The interior was just as magnificent. Varnished, white wooden tables with small shards of quartz in it and a bowl of freshly picked grapes, apples and fruits he had never seen before that looked like white carrots with a large knob on the end. The chairs were small, marble cylinders that had a soft silk covering with paua shells that formed a shining ring around the sides. There were silver taps and a basin on the far wall, with a series of strange implements that Simon supposed were used for cooking. They eventually went up the stairs to find a single room. The room was empty except for five beds with bedside tables. A lamp hung from the roof and there was a balcony to the outside city.
“Matt, Simon, Valora? Is that you?” said a voice like the trickling of rivers from behind them when they were looking out on the balcony. All three of them jumped and spun around. There was Sophie standing in the room. She looked afraid, unsecure but when you looked into her eyes deep enough, you saw a powerful strength that would get her through anything.
“Hey, I see you got here too.” Simon said, trying to sound confident. “Our questions will apparently be answered all tomorrow, so I think we should just get some sleep. Those beds would look comfy to me anytime.” Thy all nodded and sat down on each of the beds.
“Whose is the fifth?” asked Matt curiously. Sophie smiled faintly.
“Sam, my brother. We both woke up here after we were attacked by those predator things, then I don’t know, I kind of used powers. I’m not sure what it was.” Her eyes were clouded with a questioning mist almost.
“You used fire didn’t you?” Matt stated quickly.
“How did you-?”
“I used Air, Simon used Earth, Valora used Water, Fire was the last element, and it’s not hard to figure out. I’m surprised to see you didn’t see it yourselves. Anyway, Simon’s right, we should get some sleep, I’m exhausted.”
With that last word he slumped down on the cloud-like mattress, closed his eyes and let his mind drift…

Awesome.

Morundor, Beneath Christchurch

Valora cracked open her eyes to see the dull light of the lamp glowing above her. On her bedside table was a set of linen, well woven silvery blue, metallic shiny clothes. She sat up in bed, the feathers compressing under her. Lifting up the new garments, she found that the suit was a shirt, cut at the elbows, a tunic type skirt thing with decorative patterns running along the bottoms of it and a set of deep blue trousers. Out of the folds fell out a plain silver head band and a sky blue flower. She decided to try on her new uniform. Over the side of her bed she saw a pair of white boots that fitted her perfectly when she slipped her feet in them. Picking all her items up, she walked past Simon to the bathroom to change.
She looked at herself in the mirror, admiring how spectacularly good it actually looked on her. She had not expected anything great. It all fitted her like she was born to wear it. The fabric was soft, smoothed and silky and when she picked it up, it merely slid through your hands sending a tickling sensation down her spine. She walked out, clad in her new outfit. She noticed there were the same uniforms on all of the others tables. Matt had silver and white, Simon had gold and green, Sophie had a rich red and bronze, while Sam who had turned up sometime in the night had a pale grey and green.
A knock was heard at the door, Valora swiftly skipped down the stairs and swung open the door. It was Tirunra.
“Hey, it’s six o’clock, time to get up.” He walked in and grabbed a bell of a hook on the wall. With a great dinging, she listened as the others groaned as the got up. “So, do you like your outfit madam?” still ringing the bell.
“Oh, umm, yes, it’s really fitting and comfortable. Thanks… I guess.” She said, trying desperately not to say anything stupid.
Tirunra began whirling in the kitchen, whipping up mixtures of strange colours and preparing breakfast just time as the rest of them emerged, still drowsy and sat down at the table. All of them were wearing their designated clothes.
Tirunra placed down a heavy plate of circular foods that looked like pancakes. Then putting multiple types of berries, an orange soup like mixture and a bowl of something that looked like cream on the table, he declared, “Well, go on, it’s not poisoned, Eat!”
They all eagerly reached to taste the food put before them. Dipping the pancake food in the creamy dip, they ate delightfully.
Sophie was the first to ask an obvious question. “Tirunra, what is all this anyway?” They all looked at him expectantly.
“Well, it’s simply pancakes, especially whipped strawberry cream, the orange stuff is called Flouwan, and the berries should be self explanatory. The Flouwan is a drink made of crushed Ellion berries and orange juice. The vitamins react with each other to give you an energy burst like no other!” he pointed to each, explaining what each one was.
Valora stopped. A thought had just broken into her mind, and sliced her heart.
“What’s wrong madam?” Tirunra was concerned deeply.
“Firstly, don’t call me madam, just call me Valora. Secondly, my parents don’t know where I am!” she cried. “They’ll be ever so worried.”
An expression of much sadness warped over Tirunra’s face, and Sophie and Simon nodded as they realized they should ask the same question.
“I hope I wouldn’t have to be the one to tell you this. But the same thing happened to your families as what happened to Matt’s here. I’m terrible sorry.” Simon bowed his head, no expression on his face and both Sophie and Valora broke into tears. Matt wrapped his arms around them both to comfort them. When he tried to place his hand on Simon’s shoulder he only shook it of, and walked away, his head still hung low.
Many minutes past before anyone said anything. It was Tirunra who severed the silence.
“I have also brought you these. I don’t know how you got your hands on these artefacts, but these are ancient relics. He pulled out four items from his bag: A ring, a bracelet, a piece of paper and the war hammer that was hung always on Simon’s wall.
“Hey! That’s my ring!” cried Sophie.
“And that’s my bracelet.” Valora said, still sobbing.
“Here is your map you had. You may not know what it is, but I can tell you now, this is indeed something rare.” Simon was picking up the war hammer examining it for anything in the corner.
“How did all these survive the blast? I mean, this is only paper-.” Tirunra cut Matt off.
“That is imbued with many enchantments, including a fire resisting one. This map will lead you to many things.” He walked over to Sophie who was slipping on her ring. “The greatest luck charm ever invented was put on this very ring. We made sure you got it when you were very young. Unfortunately, the words for the spell were lost, and now only this ring that has it cast over it remains.” Leaving her and going to Valora her bent down. “Your bracelet is one of Merlin’s himself. No-one knows its full magical properties, but we know it holds many.” Tirunra pulled up a chair and sat beside Simon, in a quiet voice he said. “Simon, you’re safe here. You would have died had you not come to the reserve. This hammer is extraordinary you know. It was forged by the dwarves’ finest smiths. You may choose to wield it or not, but it was given to you to do as you wish.”
Simon looked up at him and his mouth twitched into the tiniest of smiles then went straight.
The elf got up and clapped to get their attention. “Well, now we have we
have eaten and drunk. The Council of Morundor wishes to meet you, they will answer your questions with what information they have. I will warn you though, little is known about the guardian’s powers. Many of your questions by the guardians themselves… Yes, the guardians.” Matt couldn’t detect the feeling in Tirunra’s voice. Was it apprehension, fear, uncertainty? He accepted that it wasn’t something worth letting his mind settle on.
“What about Sam?” Sophie said.
“He is not a guardian.” He said simply.

That's not the end either theres a bit more! Ill post when asked!

shall do

Council Chambers, Morundor

All four of them were led to a temple like building, it was dome topped, with stained glass windows. There were no doors, only a single large archway of marble. On the top was a stone tablet that read:

THERE WILL BE FOUR
FRIENDS OF YOUR ENEMIES
DESTINED TO SAVE YOU

“Does that have anything to do with us?” Matt asked. Tirunra grinned broadly and chuckled lightly.
“Oh, that has everything to do with you!” he said. Matt didn’t know if that was good or what. They entered the Council Chambers to see it in all its splendour.
The domed roof had a small hole at the top that was open to as they noticed, not the sky, but only the roof again. A large round glass table was set in the middle, and around that table was a set of twelve chairs. Above each chair was a Hope’s Flame lantern that glowed dimly, representing the little good resisting in the world. On six of the chairs sat the Council members they had met before, wearing new robes and jewellery. Sinvara stood up and lifted his hand in welcome.
“Guardians, welcome to our chambers, here we wish to discuss matters of your transportation to Atlantis and answer what questions you have that we can. Please, take a seat.” He said pointing at the four chairs in front them. Tirunra, you have permission to leave.”
“Yes counsellor.” He made a deep bow, and walked out the room.
“So,” Sinvara said. “At last the new guardians have come and to our first matter.” Sinvara took his seat and addressed them in turn. “Matt, son of Air, Simon, son of earth, Valora, daughter of water and Sophie daughter of the flame; to start your training you must go to Atlantis; we do not hold the right facilities here. And it is also there you will meet Whitecraft. I’m sure you will be eager.” Matt grinned slightly and saw the others were merely interested seeing as Atlantis was always thought as a myth in the human world.
“Err… how will we get there? By like dragon riding or something?” said Valora, boy that felt weird saying that she thought. Sinvara craned his head to look at her.
“I was getting to that. No, dragon transportation would be too noticeable. You will be travelling on the ground.”
This time, Simon spoke up. “You mean walk there?”
“Yes, we cannot transport you faster. You must be sly, cunning and stick to the shadows if The Black Mind is to not notice you wandering on the surface. Fifty of our best men will accompany you. All will be spell casters and elites at combat. From here you will go to Duskinvere, which is at the very tip of the North Island. There will be stops of course along the way. Up in Duskinvere, there is a portal there that will be able to take you directly to Atlantis. There are five portals over the world, and we happen to have one here in New Zealand. Actually, it was only installed when we found you four were on the surface above. Another is in Atlantis. In a few days, you must go, and your training will begin to its fullness.”
“What if we don’t want to live in this world? All secluded and hidden away. What if we want to live back in Christchurch?” Sophie squeaked in a small, scared voice.
Umura shook her head with a sigh, her long white hair flipping over her shoulders. “but you won’t will you? Those predators will kill you without a second thought. You know you need and want to be here instead.” Her eyes were fixed on Sophie’s watery blue ones, a strong stare captivating her gaze.
“I defeated the predators before!” she said with an almost complaining tone.
“And you passed out while doing it, if there was even one more predator, you would be dead! Another thing, you only fought the tip of the iceberg. There are millions out there, just waiting for a moment where you let your guard down, and they will kill you without hesitation!” Umara said firmly, closing her hands into fists.
“OK, I’ll stay.” Sophie finally gave in, and Matt saw the Council breath a quick sigh of relief.
“Tirunra will pick you up on Friday, and take you to the gathering point. Our people will pack your belongings, and have them ready for you there by the time you get there. Any questions?” Maio stated, he had a very fast, clear and deep voice. They all shook their heads.
“Now,” Sinvara said gleefully. “What other questions would you like answered, we will tell no lies.”
Matt seized the moment. “What are the guardians specifically? We keep on getting addressed as ‘the guardians’ but we have no idea what they are!”
“I thought you’d ask that most definitely.” Reduron began. “There are always four guardians, one for each element. They have the ability to control their elements to an extent impossible to any normal mages or others. They posses many other abilities as well, some being unique to certain guardians such as once, the third group of guardians could contact each other telepathically. We know little of the secrets of the guardians, as they are down by each generation of guardians to the next. Whitecraft will tell you more in much better detail of course.” The four were nodding, understanding parts and trying to comprehend the rest.
“How come there have never been human guardians?” Simon asked. “Or well, not that I know of.”
“Do no worry, you are quite right. You are the very first human guardians. This is indeed a phenomenon that has kept our world bewildered and astounded. We do not how they found out it was you four, that all happened in Orthidian Fortress. If you go there, I’m sure you will find out.” Sinvara finished speaking with a prominent cough.
“Where do our powers come from?” Valora questioned.
“Now that,” Maio sighed and pointed at Valora. “Is one of the greatest mysteries to us all. Only the guardians will ever know. Some say it’s from the air, water earth and heat around us, others say it comes from the Holy Spirit, and some say it’s from the fifth guardian. But that is-.”
“Fifth guardian?” interrupted Matt. “Of what?”
“Oh, it’s nothing but an old legend. Not to worry, you’ll hear the story some time I’m sure.” Sinvara commented, Matt thought it would be better not to persist on the topic.
“Before you go, please feel free to look through our entire archives and library, it’ll tell you about history and everything. I’m terribly sorry, we must be going, urgent matters to attend to.” said Sinvara, walking out the back door. Tirunra walked in at the same time.
“I heard the meeting’s over. Must’ve been interesting, I guess?” he said.
“Oh yes, sort of, not all the information we wanted though.” Matt, felt himself mindlessly wandering towards the stained glass windows to see their stories.
“Tirunra, are those humans?” he whispered, running his finger over men like shapes with swords and bows. They were surrounding a blue dragon, and taunting it. The next slide below it showed a dragon, griffon and elf running down to a tunnel, a parade of humans pursing them.
“It is a memory of what happened, some still blame you humans. But, they rest of us have seen your change, and forgive you. Your kind may have done horrific things to us, which I will not speak of now sir, but the race of humans has changed their ways mostly. The last thing we did before we were forced down here was destroy everything the humans had. Their technology, languages, leadership, everything we could find. Eventually we tried to hunt down the humans that could perform magic or had knowledge of it. We reduced them to what you called ‘cavemen’ and they had to start again. Of course, there were some who escaped us and kept memory of us. They passed the knowledge that dragons and such down to their descendants. Of course, after no-one had seen one of us for so long, we became myths and legends.” Matt had listened intently the whole way through, and he became saddened at what his ancestors had done. It actually made sense, the explanation did.


heres still more to come! Quite a bit more

Awesome!

Here's the last bit of teh chapter...

“Do you mind if we go to the library?” said Sophie, tapping on Tirunra’s shoulder. He spun round, delighted at the question she asked.
“Why of course, there is much knowledge you would find most definitely useful! This way.” Tirunra walked with long strides, his brown boots clicking on the marble floor. He stopped at the exit and then suddenly went right. They followed, jogging to keep up with his quick strides. After turning down a broad road, they came to the grand library.

* * *

Library, Morundor

Matt entered the glorious monumental library. Hundreds of rows of shelves of ten foot high extended as far as he could see.
“OK, where are meant to find anything here!” exclaimed Simon, while Sophie was just gaping.
“Oh, it’s very simple. You’ve got the dewy number system, we have these things.” Tirunra held up a small torch like object. It had a small blue, glowing light at the tip. There was a flick on switch at the bottom of the rubber grip handle.
“Err… what do you do with it?” said Simon.
“Simple, when the holder turns it on, it makes contact with the mental brainwaves of the person’s mind and reads what they are here for. You place it on your flat palm and it will point towards the perfect book within the library that would be of most use to you. It’s called an Omnieye. They’re dead useful and used all over the world.” Thy all picked up one and flicked the switch on. Letting it rest flat on their palms, they started going towards their destinations.
Simon was drawn towards a series of books about the weapons of the Alarians, he thought it would be better to learn about what kind of weapon he was going to get if his life was to depend on it during battles in the future. The Omnieye stopped beeping when he came to a book titled: Weapons of the Age. He wondered what to do with the Omnieye now he had found what he wanted and as if in answer, it slipped through his fingers and zoomed away towards the table where he got it. He opened the book.
A thin layer of dust dispersed outwards, he blinked to get it out of his eyes and coughed heavily as it drifted into his mouth. Brushing away the rest of the dust, he found the old book had kept its grandeur, colours not faded and the pictures as impressive as ever. He began to read.

Weapons of the Age, by Marinth Goodworth.

So you’re choosing a weapon are you? You need it to be perfect, as your life might depend on it sometime. Do you want it ranged, melee, or even both? Would you prefer bladed, pointed, blunt, or slavic? Everyone has a different style of fighting, and you’re weapon will need to withstand the kind you fight with. Are you are jab and stab, slash and dash, or a Thunder? Here’s your complete guide to getting your weapon right for you.

STEP I: Choose your type
Depending on your fighting style, you must have a certain type of weapon. If you are a jab and stab, you should aim for daggers, small weapons in general, with ranged ones like throwing knives, or the biggest you would have is a short sword. If you’re good enough, the Dominion Glove is formidable weapon on the battlefield.
With being slash and dash…

The writing went on, and Simon was engrossed he never noticed the time passing. It was Tirunra that came to him eventually.
“I’m sorry, but it is time to go. You can get it out if you wish to. Coincidentally, that was the very same book I used when I getting my first weapon.” He tapped a finger on the hilt of his long, silver sword that hung by his side. It had a single ruby attached at the pommel that glittered like purest water you could find. He saw his reflection on its many faces. Closing ‘Weapons of the Age’ he got up and walked alongside Tirunra. In the distance he saw the other three standing idle at the entrance, all holding books under their arms.
“So what did you get?” said Matt to Simon.
“Oh just some weapons book, you?” he responded in kind.
He held up a book by the name of Heroes and Heroics. “I’ve been trying to find more about Whitecraft and what guardians do, but there’s very little information. All it says is that he was the one that received the prophecy about us and it was him who single handed brought down this evil dude called Torius. Then it says all this other irrelevant stuff. I’ll ask Tirunra, hey, Tirunra!” He called to him, who halted and turned to face him.
“Yes sir?” he said attentively.
“Who’s Torius?” A shadow wrapped around his face, and he scowled.
“As you may have read in that book, was it not for Whitecraft, Atlantis would be under the reign of The Black Mind. Torius was his assistant, and nearly just as deadly as him. The Black Mind always has his most loyal followers. Now, it’s just The Black Hand, but it used to be Torius as well. They were a murderous threesome when he was alive, and it seemed we couldn’t win when they were at power. Then out of no-where Whitecraft came, laid waste to Torius in one glorious battle and he slew our enemy. Of course, The Black Hand and Mind are still at large, but we’re most thankful Torius is not.” Matt was nodding, completely blown away by how he had known Whitecraft existed before he had even been here.
“How did we know you existed, or think you did before we actually met you all?” Valora asked, poking into the conversation as Sophie came over and joined them.
“It is still to be explained. No-one knows. We have no idea literally, sorry err...” Tirunra swallowed. “Valora.” He finished answered with a mild shrug.
They arrived back home, everything exactly as they left it.
“You know? I’m going to catch up on some sleep.” said Sophie with a yawn, since they only got like five hours sleep last night. They others seemed to catch it and yawned after her. Stretching their arms, they plodded up to bed and lay down on the fluffy, soft beds that their bodies sunk into.

NXT CHAPTER: The Journey Begins

here ya go

THE JOURNEY BEGINS

Hmm… They know so little. Soon, I must meet them. As happy as this may seem to you, everything has a dark side…

Morundor, Beneath Christchurch

“OK, here’s Atlantis.” pointed out Matt on his map. It was signified by a small semicircle with a trident out of the top. It was beside Japan to their substantial surprise, in the north-west Pacific Ocean, and not in the Atlantic. They were trying to find out more about the geography of where things were in the world.
“Oh, that won’t do.” They recognized Tirunra’s metallic voice behind them. “I’m so sorry; I forgot to cast the renewing spell! Revivo!” he said, placing his hands on the map. “You see, this map was made only an inch after continental drift began. And with all the other old maps, we used that spell to make it move with the times, obviously this map missed out. Now that should make more sense!” The landmasses were moving into all familiar shapes, until it finally resembled the world currently.
“Right, now I’m afraid we must leave. I will come with you to Atlantis, I’ve just been assigned.” Tirunra smiled broadly. He heard Valora groan.
“What’s wrong Valora?” Tirunra asked worried he had done something.
“Oh, nothing, err… never mind.” She answered with a nervous look on her face hoping he hadn’t picked up what she was really groaning about.
“Everything you’ll need is already packed at the gathering point. Shall we go? It’s midday.” Tirunra swept his hand at the open door.
Matt shook his shoulders and neck his cracked sending a shivering sensation down his back. “Yes, of course. Hey guys, let’s go.” They filed out and arrived at the point ten minutes later.
There was a broad collection of faces before them. Young, energetic ones or whether they be wise, weathered ones with deep knowledge. All wore different armour of unique designs, fits and shapes. Some glowed with a faint light, and they all had weapons somewhere on them. Most carried long swords, or a couple of pistols with very thin barrels. Some had massive war hammers slung across their backs or slim bows with a quiver of hundreds of arrows attached at their belts. They looked ready for battle, ready for anything.
“This is Argathor, he’s a war general. He’ll also be leading this party.” Tirunra said, while Matt shook his hand with the short dwarf. He had a firm grip.
“It’s a pleasure to finally meet you.” His voice was full of experience and echoed with a sound of battle. Matt nodded and flexed his hand as it felt like his bones had just been crushed. “Ah, sorry, I have a very strong hand. Anyways, before we leave, you will have to make some decisions with me.”
“Such as?” Simon said.
“Just for the journey, you will require very runic weapons if we are attacked. Your powers as I have heard, are… limited.” He was definitely trying to not sound disrespectful.
“Don’t be afraid to offend us, we know we can barely do anything.” Matt commented with a small laugh.
“Hmm… yes, well you’ll also need armour. We offer you our best, but it ma not suit your style.” Argathor scratched his nose, thinking hard. “So, shall we do the preparations now?”
Matt shrugged and Simon eagerly jumped in. “By all means, let’s!” he said enthusiastically, as he had always wanted to see their weaponry and use it.

thats not all!!

Epic!

This is the next bit, and its not finished!

Armoury, Morundor

They came to the clatter of hammer on anvil, and the heat of steaming furnaces that blew their hair back. Argathor led them past the furnaces and up a set of particularly steep stairs into a huge room with armour pieces hanging on the walls and weapons of incredible design lying still on the glass tables.
A portrait of a stubby dwarf clad in a dirty apron holding a glowing poker in one hand and a silver charred hammer in the other was placed gloriously on the wall. He had a long tangled black beard that hung down to his thick knees and his face was of a genius.
“Who’s that?” Valora asked curiously.
“Now that,” said Argathor grinning and gazing with awe at the picture. “is Argathor the first, an ancestor of mine actually and the greatest dwarf smith ever to be born. Unfortunately, I did not inherit the talent, I’m Argathror the ninth you know.” He bowed his head in respect. “Anyways, I’m not here to show you the dead and gone, we are here to find you a weapon! It is custom that Guardians are to create their own weapons, but we have not the time and so you must temporarily take one you see fit to wield.” He turned round and brushed the sweat from his forehead. “Now would you prefer ranged, melee or what?”
“Oh, melee for me. Preferably something I can move quickly, both blunt and sharp. Maybe, two ended?” Simon piped up immediately. Argathor raised an eyebrow and tipped his head.
“You seem to know a little about weapons, well to fit your description I’ve got these.” He scurried over to a table with a pair of hammers laid down on them. “As you can see, these hammers are blunt with a dagger attached at the end. A little short, but great for a variety of blows whether you want a powerful blunt blow, knock out a few brain cells or quick slicing ones.” He held them up a twirled them round his hands. Making a small demonstration of each kind of attack he handed them to Simon. He accepted them gleefully.
“Also, if you do encounter a situation that requires you to make a ranged attack, chucking them from holding them fro this end,” he indicated the dagger end. “will give it an aerodynamic precision that is perfect for a such demanding situation.”
“Argathor?” Valora fiddled with her short hair. “Could I use a very quick one that s easy to manoeuvre with? Slim weapons with a defensive mechanism that will easy to get at?”
“Hmm… I don’t know, sounds like one of the series of the Gloves weapons. The best I can give you is this.” He handed her set of small daggers. She looked at him like she thought they were pitiful. “I know what you thinking madam, but these boys will keep surprising your enemies. Give them here please.” She gave them back, and he began unscrewing a small silver cap that was on the end. He pulled out a tiny capsule no more than two inches long filled with a light green liquid, it carried a faint odour of rotting meat. “Acid, burns anything. Careful not to touch it. If you twist the cap to the right, the acid will travel through to the blade of the dagger. When you stab it’ll burn your enemy from the inside. Turn it left, you can take it out, refill it, or put it in your enemy’s drink. Very useful, and these daggers are perfect are great for throwing I tell you.” Valora flinched at the ideas of what people can do with these weapons that children like themselves were being handed.
“Now what do you want young lady?” he turned to Sophie.
“Oh! Uhh… I don’t know, I never thought I’d kill people.” Sophie said uncertainly, her voice wavering. Argathor narrowed eyes and growled.
“These predators are nothing but monsters, the world is at no loss!” she nodded slowly.
“Well then I suppose I would do with a light weapon, good distance and sharp with swift deadly damage.” Sophie was trying to sound confident.
Immediately Argathor said ‘ah ha!’ and ran to pick up a long, silver bladed scimitar.
“Perfect for the slash and dealing quick, deadly damage as you wanted. Good to block with and resisting to the elements of God’s given earth in all her cruelty. “How does it feel?” she picked it up and it was surprisingly light. She spun it round a few times, careful not to hit anything.
“Yea, I like it. I’ll use my other hand for fire.”
“Good, so you’re all set. Matt, what would you like sir?” he waited patiently as Matt as thinking of what he wanted.
“Hmm… I saw a big silver ball thing that hit the predators when we were up above and it like threw them fifty feet in the air and killed them as they got impaled on spikes. I really liked that. Is there a weapon that fires bullets like that?” Argathor was murmuring to himself.
“No sorry, I’m afraid not. Well, not here at least. They are a new invention, air compression grenades. Only three pistols or that kind that I know of have been made. Well, do you have a second preference?” Damn, Matt thought and clicked his fingers. He had really wanted one of them.
“How about something like Sophie’s got except a bit more thunderous; something I can hack things with a deal blows, defend easy and give harder blows if I wish?” Matt pretended to swing with a sword to imitate what he wanted. Argathor was nodding.
“You’re going to like the elvish long swords then. They’re strong, thin, unbreakable and great for what you described. Not quite as fast as Sophie’s scimitar, but you are able to deal hard blows if you wish now.”
Matt ran his fingers lightly along the blade and felt the perfectly smooth, right to the point where he pricked his finger.
“Ouch!” he dropped the sword and sucked on his finger. He tasted blood in his mouth.
“You ‘llright?” said a concerned Simon.
“Ye, I’m fine…” he shook his finger to see a long cut down his index finger; it wasn’t bleeding so much anymore.
Matt noticed that the weapons were extraordinarily light compared to what they had learned in Social Studies at school.
“Argathor?” He turned to answer his question. “Why are they so light? I’ve always head they way heaps.” Argathor looked t him slightly confused.
“Well, they are Alarian made, not human.”
“Right, now we all have weapons, we should be going, my men await our company.” Argathor said and led them out the door.

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Western Gate, Morundor

They arrived at the entrance to the city with aching legs after continuously walking without sitting down. Inserting swords into sheaths, guns into pockets, bows hung on backs and daggers on belts they shouldered their packs and waited for Argathor to give the instructions. They saw him get up on a rock above everyone else and slam his battle-axe on the stone to get everyone’s attention. All faces turned to face him at once.
“People, it is our job to deliver the Guardians to Duskinvere so they may travel to Atlantis. You may wonder why we are travelling like this, tis because we must not draw attention. I say again that it is our job to get the Guardians to their destination! If it kills us, we will do it! Our first step will be to get them to our Mt. Cook base. We will stock up then it will be straight until we reach the Straight. More will be explained there. So, let us embark now.” He thudded out the dark hole lit by lanterns and everyone else followed, their boots squelching on the wet floors from the small trickle of water that came from down the cave.
The four were surrounded by keen eyed watchers that were ready to protect them with their lives should the time come. As they proceeded, they soon enough came to a halt. There was a murmuring of voices from up ahead, but they caught none of it. There was a loud rumble of crumbling stone and moving earth. Someone shouted ‘Clear!’ and everyone was moving again.
There were many gasps of ‘Argh! That’s bright!’ as they broke out into the sunlight. Even to Matt and the rest of the Guardians were raising their hands to shroud their eyes from the blistering sun. Simon ran to the front to talk to Argathor.
“Yes sir? What is your ailment?” he asked.
“I have no ailment, I only wanted to ask you a few questions. Do you mind?”
“Of course not, fire away!” He hoisted his pack again, and walked at that same steady pace.
“Well, I couldn’t help wondering. Why do you use old weapons like swords and all that when you win this war with guns anytime!”
Argathor looked at him confused, Simon hoped that wasn’t a stupid question to ask.
“Oh well, most people know they are impervious to all human made weapons. Also, the bullets to not pierce their hides like my axe will!” He exclaimed raising his axe and tensing is muscles.
Simon was led to another question. “Okay, well couldn’t you create gun-like weapons that do affect them?”
“Well that’s the question isn’t it? We try and succeed, but magic and pure plain blade work seem to be the only ones effective.”
“But your bows affect them and yet bullets don’t?” He said still puzzled how that was possible.
“All our arrows are imbued and enhanced with magic. Now you’re about to ask ‘why can’t we use them on bullets’, it’s because bullets are metal, and if they are completely metal, only the strongest of magic don’t quickly wear off. And if they were anything besides metal they wouldn’t serve their purpose properly. As you could see, Morundor was carved out of marble which made it so the protective enchantments will stay longer. You haven’t seen how hard it’s to stop you humans from seeing us all the time!” They trudged across a shallow stream, little fish instantly swam away as they disturbed the water. “Is that everything you wanted to ask sir?”
“Oh please don’t call me that. It makes me feel uncomfortable. Just call me Simon.” He requested, and Argathor nodded. “But, yes that’s about it. I’m good for now.”
He fell back to talk with Matt, Valora, and Sophie. As they were walking, Sophie put her hand to her mouth and gasped.
“What’s wrong?” Matt said.
“My brother! He’s still back in Morundor, all alone.”
A woman in front of them turned around, she had glittering straight white teeth and golden brown hair like just baked cookies.
“Madam, actually your brother was introduced to the other humans in Morundor.”
“What? There were more humans in Morundor?” said Sophie alarmed at the prospect.
“Aye, if a human wanders accidentally into the house above Morundor and they see too much, we give them a choice to stay or go. This happens very rarely of course, only when there is say a change of guards or something. We would’ve let you meet them, but you were too busy I’m afraid.” She had an apologizing look on her face.
Time passed, and when someone saw them tired of waking so long, they offered if they wanted to sit on the wagon that held the sleeping bags, food and drink. They accepted without another thought.
At nightfall as the sun went to bed behind the mountains, they halted, and people began preparing for the night. They chose a sheltered spot under trees, enclosed, and easy to defend should they be attacked.
“Right!” Argathor roared. “I want fifteen guards posted. Change at two in the morning. Knightengale! You’re in charge of setting up temporary barricades. Guardians in the middle with us around them. Weapons should be at he ready, and you blow that horn if you see any sign of predators got it?” Nods were all around and people began doing their assigned jobs. “The rest of you! Get the bread out, water should be given and make sure everyone’s fed. Take no-more than your own share. The Guardians are our number one priority no exceptions!” Everyone was busy around them, digging through the wagon and drinking from massive bottles of clear New Zealand water. They passed them around to each other, taking them gratefully, drinking then passing them on. Others we munching on soft bread, eating raspberries or taking small gulps of Flouwan, careful not to spill the precious drink.
“Here we’ll be staying tonight. I’m sorry we cannot provide you with more comfort than these sleeping bags but it’s the best we can give you seeing there’s fifty of us. Is there something on your mind Matt?” He noticed Matt was lingering on something.
“Well not really, I was just seeing all of you drinking from the same bottles and doing things we wouldn’t do cause of germs and all that. Is it like magic water or something?”
Argathor inclined his head towards the sky. “When you’re at war, and thousands of people are killed a day, those things seem to pass as insignificant. If you lived in a world plagued by a shadow that killed your closest friends and family without another thought, you’d do anything you could to stop them wouldn’t you? At least we have the privilege to drink with those who are still living.”
Matt was trying to decipher a surely hidden message he was sure was there.
“Yes, well I was just wondering.”
“It’s quite alright. Well, you should get some shuteye. We’re walking more tomorrow, and it won’t be under these trees. It’ll be out on the Canterbury Plains.” Argathor patted him on the back and winked at him.
Matt was handed a soft case with a silky sleeping bad inside it. As told, they went to the centre of the camp and lay down on a thick patch of grass. Sliding himself into the slick material, he could tell it was not human made. The fabric was thin, and yet increasingly warm.
Standing up to have a final look at the camp. On the outside were pairs of thick sticks stuck in the ground in the shapes of ‘X’s. They went right round the outside of the camp. Every three metres stood a sentinel, baring a weapon and looking outwards for the smallest sign of danger. Man they’re dedicated Matt thought as he lay down to sleep.

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The sun peeked at them from over the top of the snow capped mountains. Dark clouds were gathering in the north, and it didn’t look good for the further journey. As they packed up camp, tossing sleeping bags in the wagon and eating breakfast, Sophie and Valora were looking at Matt’s map to find the Mt.. Cook base. Soon enough, knowing roughly where it was already they found it was exactly eastern adjacent to Christchurch. It had a small label that said ‘Mt. Cook base’.
“Well, there it is.” pointed out Sophie. “Co-ordinates forty-three latitude, one-hundred-and-seventy longitude, and we are somewhere around err… here.” Her finger snapped down on a point on the opening to the Canterbury Plains that was far from the base.
“Great.” said Valora in disdain with a short moan. They were signified that they were going to begin the journey for today.
“Today!” said Argathor in his deep, knowing voice. “Our objective is to get to the foot hills, the clouds in the north will not be bothering us today and the sun is above us.” He leaped down from the rock with a thud and began leading them onwards. The wagon rolled forwards, pulling itself bound by magic.
The group proceeded into the full blown light.. It wasn’t long until they started sweating in the blistering sun.
“Do we ever change clothes or anything?” Sophie said disgusted she had worn the same clothes twice in a row. A ragged old dwarf answered their question. She had bags under eyes from lack of sleep and was dressed in a light armour and leather shirts and trousers. She wore a chain around her neck that had a giant sapphire hanging delicately on a thread.
“Now of course, I’m surprised no-one else did it for you.”
“Did what?” asked Sophie.
“This! Claro.” with a short flick of the old dwarf’s wrist, the grit and dirt sprung off their clothes and were restored to their former cleanliness and splendour.
“Thanks a lot..” said Sophie with a sigh of relief. “They felt terrible before.” The dwarf nodded in gratification and ran off into the clumps of people.
“Should we train sometime?” Simon asked them.
“Well, yea, I suppose we should be like at night or something.” Matt agreed, nodding. Valora and Sophie just said ‘okay’ and ‘whatever’ in response.
“Ah good, I was just going to talk to you about that actually.” Argathor’s familiar sound came from behind. They turned to see him striding to them with four people, two elves and two dwarves.
“How so?” Simon asked excitedly.
Argathor and his group had caught up now. “These are, Imintri, Verdino, Thrond, and Dilnan.” Each of them bowed as they were mentioned. “Imintri here specialises in Earth Magic, and will be temporarily teaching you Simon how to control your powers. Verdino,” the slim, dark haired elf stepped forward, her elegant body in perfect posture. “will be teaching you Valora. Sophie, Thrond here,” the dwarf grunted and Sophie noticed he was missing three fingers on his left hand. “Is your instructor, and Matt, Dilnan is yours. Of course, this training will be very limited as Guardians’ powers are different to ours, but you might as well start tonight.” Matt nodded at Dilnan, who grinned back. He was tall for a dwarf, only a little shorter than Matt himself.

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Tonight came and they were beckoned by their tutors to come to a shady spot in the little shelter that there was. The shadows were lengthening and the sun was setting behind the port hills that seemed so far away in the east. Their four teachers bowed when they arrived after weaving through the crowds of people. Sophie rubbed her arms and puffed out at the chilling gusts of wind that flung her hair though her eyes. She wiped out a couple of strands of hair from her face then spoke.
“So, should we begin?” she said.
“Yes.” began Dilnan. “ for the start though, we will train together in a group. As to give you more confidence and improve your stature.”
“Cool, so what do we do?” Simon leaned forward expectedly. Imintri answered quickly.
“Well, for a start you will just show us what you can do.”
“OK.” Said all four of them at the same time. They laughed a little at the coincidence of what just happened. Their instructors were not laughing, when they saw it they straightened up and put on straight faces.
“Should we proceed?” Thrond growled.
“Quite. Who wants to go first?” Simon stepped forwards unhesitant.
“Well, go on. Good luck.” Simon put out his hand and began to concentrate, doing exactly what he did before he put out tendrils trying to grasp the earth around him. The energy was draining from his as he continued trying and then eventually he felt his powers making contact. Scrunching his hand into a fist, a clot of dirt looked like it magnetized into a small ball. He raised his hand slowly, desperately trying to keep his powers in shape and control that small sphere of dirt . But when only it was a foot or so from the ground below it, the energy was too much for him, his concentration broke and the dirt ball fell apart. It splattered on the ground and Simon knelt down to catch his breath.
“Hmm… interesting.” Imintri ran his hand over the dirt and took a deep breath then stood to face Simon. “Well, it’s a good start. Though it’s not like you could do much damage with that. Your handwork was good, but you need to think about your posture, position and the rest of your body. It will channel your energies better and you won’t waste as much energy. It’s all about position. Yes, focus on that.” Simon nodded and stood back to join Matt, Valora and Sophie.
“Valora, how about you?” She put her foot backwards and saw Verdino put out her slender hand.
“Oh, OK.” She said nervously.
“Right,” Verdino said. “Show me what you got!”
Valora shut her eyes and put her arms out like she was trying to grab something. Feeling through the air and to the ground mentally she came to the roots of a tree a few feet away. She brought her hands slightly more together and then began raising them, pulling up the water with it. She flashed open her eyes to see water being drawn slowly through the air and towards her to form a sphere of sparkling blue water between her hands. It was then she felt the energy slipping from, in one last burst of energy she threw the water at the group with a resounding, sploosh. She looked up to see Verdino with the faintest smile.
“Well done.” She congratulated her. “I’m surprised you could do that much actually. Well anyways, firstly, you need to widen your sources. You must know there is water everywhere. Where’s there’s life, there’s water. Water is accessible as long as your not in a vacuum, which I hope you do not end up in.. That would be most unfortunate. Well, lets concentrate on that for now.” She turned to face the roots she had taken the water from. They had gone black and the life had been sucked out of them. With a small frown she said, “Water magic’s greatest curse. When we draw out water to save lives, we kill others.”
“Yea, but we can’t be worried by that when we’re fighting a war can we?” said Valora, she ignored her comment.
“Who’s next?”
“I’ll go.” Sophie said surprisingly with a fierce look of determination on her face. “I don’t know how I did it last time, I just did.”
“Well, no matter. Give it a shot.” said Thrond crossing his arms.
“OK.” Sophie said and started attempting to bring fourth her powers again.

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Sophie breathed in and out, then closed her eyes and felt around her mind to find that energy she had last time. It was many minutes before Sophie made contact with a pulsing energy that she could mentally touch in her mind. She leapt forward to find a barrier, with another mental assault she rammed the barrier hard until it shattered. Sophie let herself immerse in the glowing energy and let it flood her body. Her eyes flew opens and she felt so warm, she felt so alive, and spreading out her palms flat she saw small flares burst every few seconds until it eventually burst into a ball of flames. She gazed into the flames, mesmerised by the swirling of red and gold fire and then the loss of energy hit her. The fireball evaporated in her hands, and with a gust of heat she was blown to the ground. She saw that Thrond was looking happy, maybe he was glad with effort even though it seemed pitiful to her.
“Was I any good?” she asked with gasp to take in oxygen.
“You were brilliant for a beginner. Fire is hard to control, and when it gets out of hand, it will burn everything in it’s way. Incendius!” With a punch in the air, a flame ball erupted from knuckles and sped through the sky until it finally burned out. “Now, Matt it’s your turn.”
Matt looked at the others at Simon gave him a small thumbs up. He grinned and took a stance. Standing on his side and looking forward he stretched out one arm and dug through his mind to find that energy. With a single blow, he crushed the barrier and let the energy run freely. Then drawing in the power to his one hand he bent back to his elbow then snapped his arm down. A single blast of air whipped from his fingertips and struck a tree ten feet away. With a crack, bark was scraped off and fragments of wood flew threw the air. Using his powers, he targeted the wood chips and grasped them. The energy loss was not too much yet, he could hold a little longer. With the air currents, he whirled his hands around his head and made the wood chips dart towards him then at the last second made them nail into the ground at his feet. At last, he let the magic go, and it quickly reseeded behind the barrier.
“That was terrific!” Dilnan bellowed, clapping his massive hands together.
“Thanks, but I was the first one to get our powers. I’ve had the longest to practise.” He said in between breaths. Putting his hands on his knees he bent over then rolled his neck as it cracked.
“Well, anyway, it was still insanely brilliant for one with so little time to have discovered their powers without a tutor. You used the most basic of air attacks, Wind Slice. A swift death, used to blow someone or if you strong enough, even kill by slicing open their guts! Yes, I saw you tried to get posture right, but you need more stability. Easily knocked down you would be. That’s enough for tonight. Everyone’s mostly asleep.”
They each parted, going two different ways to sleep.
Matt, Simon, Valora and Sophie reached their four sleeping bags already set out for them. Their weapons lay beside each of their sleeping bags, ready should they need or want them. One by one they yawned and snuggled down into their designated beds.

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They are coming, they don’t know it, and we can’t contact them! Messenger would be too slow, and we have to warn them somehow!

Canterbury Plains, New Zealand

“It’s gone!”
The Guardians awoke to cry of despair from on the far side of the camp. Obviously, something was gone.. Waking immediately to his fullness, Matt rushed over to the source of the noise.
“What happened?” Simon, Sophie and Valora drifted into the scene slowly, yawning and rubbing their eyes.
“Someone stole our communicator. It’s just gone, do you know what this means?” Argathor said, everyone was baring weapons and backing to form a protective circle around the Guardians.
“No.” Matt said.
“It means we can’t be warned of oncoming attacks, traps that might be set for us or other dark things out there hungry for blood!” He ran away, barking orders and everyone was in a frenzy.
“I want to move out, now! Everything on the wagon, and let’s go! Move people!” Argathor yelled through the commotion.
Matt grabbed his long sword and sheath and hooked it on his belt. Simon did likewise and Sophie was still holding her scimitar in one hand. Valora slid her daggers into their slots in her belt, and they readied for anything.
Argathor came to them, panic was in his eyes. “We have to get you to the base A.S.A.P. The predators could attack anytime now. We need to go now .”
“OK, are moving faster or something?” Sophie asked quickly before he went away. He looked her in the eye.
“We aren’t going to stop until we get you to safety.” And he ran off.
The Guardians were hid under blankets in the wagon. Argathor had told them they mustn’t be seen.
“Man, this is intense isn’t it?” said Valora during the loud rolling of the wagon over rocks. They were tossed around every so often when they hit a particularly big stone.
“Yea, hey do you mind if I ask a question?” said Sophie.
“No. What is it?” Simon looked at her curiously.
“It’s just, there’s a war on and the entire human race doesn’t k now about it! We are the Guardians, which means we’re at the centre of it now! That means, there’s a chance we’ll… die.” She looked around at them all, each of them looking them in the eye.
“You forget one thing,” Simon said smiling cunningly almost. “We are the Guardians with powers none other will have. We’ll soon enough be able to kill with a twitch of a finger and the Black Mind will be trembling in his boots.”
“Who says this Black Mind guy isn’t a Guardian himself?” said Valora with a tang of fear. “For one person to wreck this much havoc, he’d have to be pretty damn powerful wouldn’t he?” They were left in silence. “And we’re expected to defeat him.”
They came to a sudden halt and arguing voices were emitting from outside. They got out, to land on the yellow grassed Plains. She looked to the north to see those storm clouds were closer. They didn’t look good.
“No! We will not risk it. It could kill us all! Maybe one, but not four!” Argathor spat at the feet of another dwarf who was raising two wood axes threateningly.
“You know this journey might kill us all! We might not have the time soon and you know it!” The other dwarf yelled furiously.
Matt decided to intervene against Valora and Sophie’s advice.
“What is happening.” The two dwarves stopped arguing and Argathor gave his explanation.
“This insane dwarf thinks we should teleport you to the base. Which is absolutely preposterous. Teleportation is a extremely dangerous branch of magic only successful by incredibly powerful warlocks of which we have not here or in Morundor. Plus, it’s enough to teleport one person, let alone four! It’s dangerous for the traveller and the caster! It could kill us all or kill you in the process! You get it wrong in the slightest, and you’re dead!” he turned back to the dwarf. “I’m in charge of this mission and you will obey my orders, do you understand?” The other stubby dwarf backed away and began cursing under his breath.
“Oh we’ll get through this alright. You guys will get to Atlantis, even if it kills me.” Argathor slung his battle-axe on his back and walked away to the front of the pack. Before he commanded them to keep moving, a shout of distress rang through the group.
“Sir! Come quickly!” the voice cried. Argathor pushed his way the crowd until he came to the origin of the voice.
“What is it?”
“Look.” The Guardians followed and everyone parted to let them through. They came to a dead body of a dwarf. His face was clawed and blood crusted around his face. His chest was covered in a thick layer of blood, and one of his eyes were glazed, the other was gouged out. Sophie let out a small cough of disgust, and turned away. The dwarf’s neck was snapped on its side, a deep wound with the insides were ripped apart could be clearly seen. Argathor bent down and turned the dwarf’s head, and they saw an eye, the sign of the Black Mind was engraved in his forehead out of blood. Argathor was shaking his head.
“Oh no, they’re onto us. This is Predator’s doing,” he said turning to Simon and Matt. “They’re tracking your scent. They wont stop until your dead, and they can’t be to far behind. We’re still a few days away from the base. With one down, I don’t know how many more will die soon. Everyone!” He turned to everyone else and scowled. “We’re being tracked, and they’re gaining on us. We need to move, now!” He ordered.
Everyone started running, the Guardians hid themselves in the wagon and they were moving faster now. The ride was bumpier, and they could hear the elves and dwarves outside puffing from lack of air.

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It was midnight when they were finally able to come out of the wagon. The night was cloudy and cold, a southerly wind blew and clouds shrouded the stars above. They found a spot under the trees lay out their sleeping bas below them.
Argathor came to them and sat down beside them, his face grave. “May we talk?”
“Of course.” Matt said and settled to hear what he had to say. Simon, Valora and Sophie turned to face him as well.
“I can tell you now, that most of my group won’t be making it to Mt. Cook. You will, but most us won’t.” He sniffed. “I can smell it on the wind, there must beat least five-hundred of them coming. We might have until tomorrow night, then they’ll catch up. In the confusion, you must get away. Head for the mountains and follow the map. You must survive.”
“How do you know you’ll all die? Isn’t that jumping to conclusions?” Simon asked.
“Our numbers are not sufficed. I’ve fought in battles on a scale you haven’t seen, and you need a lot more men than this. We’ll be overrun in minutes. The idea of this group as small enough tog o unnoticed, but big enough to protect you from small threats.”
Can’t we send for reinforces?” Valora said with a slight apprehension in her voice.
“Remember our communicator is gone. Likely stolen by the Predators in the dead of night. “And anyways by the time we’ve sent for them, they have got to us.”
“You haven’t told them have you?” Simon stated.
“Err… no. Let them live in hope.”
“Quite right you are there.” Matt said, stretching out his legs. “Now can I ask you a question?” He nodded indicating he could.
“What is it like? Fighting in a war? I mean, I never thought it would happen to me.” Matt said, and he saw Simon nodding.
“It’s difficult to describe.” Argathor was hesitant with his answer. “When you’re one a battle field, you see your friends dying around you, you are terrified to your very core. Then you remind yourself, that if you don’t fight, God’s earth would fall to darkness and the Black Mind would reign supreme. That’s what we fight for, our freedom, our friends, family and the earth itself.” At that, he stood up brushing off dirt from his shirt and slowly walked away.
Matt couldn’t sleep that night, when he tried he was just awoken by the smallest sound around him. He turned over to look at the trees on the other side. They were shadowed and nothing was seen between them. The moonlight slid from between the clouds, and revealed the last sight he wanted to see.
A black deformed creature was crouching in the shadows, rasping in short breaths. It had its spine protruding from its back, and multiple other bones sticking out through it’s skin in disgusting positions. Its face had no eyes, but only a jet black scaly type skin that was peeling like it was sunburnt. Its claws were twisted out in broken looking positions that clicked out the stony ground it was standing on. Its teeth were dripping with saliva, and a pungent smelling steam like rotten flesh rose from where it hit the ground. It sniffed, raising its head then turned away and prowled back through the shadows. It was a Predator.
Matt got out of his sleeping bag, and crept around the camp until he reached a barricade. Two of the guards came to him.
“Sir, you can’t-.”
“You two, come with me. Did you see it?” Matt interrupted him. The two guards looked at each other.
“See what?” said the dwarf to his left.
“The Predator!” hissed Matt.
“No. I didn’t see anything.”
“Well come on! Let’s follow it!” Before they could respond, he walked off into the bushes.
Matt couldn’t see a thing until his eyes adjusted. It wasn’t long until he realized he could just follow the horrible scent. The two guards had followed him. They weaved their way through the trees, over roots and under low branches. It wasn’t long until the smell got stronger, and more powerful so that it overwhelmed any other scent around. They saw the shape of the Predator they had been following jump down a cliff into a lit area. They could hear talking, but they had to creep closer to hear it. They hid behind a rock, then peeked over to see what lay there.
An entire army of around five hundred Predators were feasting on carcasses in a crater surrounded by trees. A few Predators were soaring above, screeching then diving to take a bite off one of the dead bodies of animals. In the centre, one man, or Predator that looked like one snarled at them from the top of a boulder tearing at a bone with shreds of meant still stuck to it. Then he spoke. The voice was like ice, and tore at their minds.
“Tomorrow, at dawn, we strike!” Screams of agreement thundered through the clearing. “Let’s end their hope once and for all, and kill their precious Guardians while they’re weak!”
I’m not weak! Matt mentally screamed at him.
“He was wrong. Argathor was wrong.” He muttered to himself.” Racing through the bushes, he ran as hard as he could to reach the camp. After five or so minutes, he reached the camp and began shouting to the other guards. “Raise the alarm! Predator’s are coming in mere hours, we have to move now!”
People began moving and packing up camp like lightning. Argathor was running at him.
“What’s happened!” he demanded.
“Predators, I saw them. More than three hundred as you said, and we don’t have until midday, they’re going to strike at dawn, which is only a few hours away! We have to get everyone out now if we have any chance of getting to the base in time.” He explained, his brain was whizzing. Thoughts jumping through his head as he packed his own gear.
“What’s going on?” Simon asked as soon as he arrived where they were.
“Predators are coming. Soon. We have to leave.” He acknowledged him and began grapping his own stuff and chucking it on the wagon. Valora and Sophie joined them and in no time everyone was moving out.
There was a howl of agony in the distance. Had the Predators figured out they knew they were going to attack in the morning?
Everyone was moving fast, nearly at a sprint. Matt poked his head out the wagon to see a Predator rising above the trees and setting its eyes on the group, it quickly dived downwards and a screech of fury could be heard from there. He looked at where they had previously been camping and saw hundreds of silhouettes rushing out from the shadows and began following their tracks a few hundred metres behind them. Matt began to panic, he won’t die will he?
Simon, Matt, Valora d Sophie all looked at each other with a dark look in their eyes. The Predators were coming, they had minutes left.

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Hmmm... D you know what the chapter number is on here?

yes, its only twelve or so.... STRANDED is 12.

STRANDED


They will survive. They just won’t die, I know it. I’ve sent men to help, and I know Argathor and his men will figure something out.

Canterbury Plains, New Zealand

“Stop! We know we can’t outrun them! So we shall make ourselves ready to defend! Formation B, now!” Argathor shouted at his men. Half the group got directly into a V formation around Matt, Simon, Valora and Sophie.. Every second man stood forwards, then shot his hand up in the air. Balling it into a fist, they brought it down on the ground. A wall of rock sprung up from the ground, forming a wall eight feet high. With another slam on the ground, the men and woman in between them were lifted up onto the wall by rising stones from under them. The people still on the ground put their hands out flat then made a cutting motion through the rock, and slits appeared. They drew their bows, and fit an arrow to the string. Pulling it back, they rested it in the slit, ready to fire any second. The men on top of the wall, went into stances, and readied themselves to cast magic.
The other half formed an inner circle around them, with three rings. The first drew close range weapons and pointed them outwards. The second pulled back the strings of their bows and aimed at where the Predators would come from, and lastly, the inner circle went into their magic stance, their hands glowing slightly, at the ready to kill with bolts of magic.
Matt pulled out his long sword, Simon gripped his hammers, Valora whipped out her daggers and Sophie held her scimitar in two hands. They waited; they could hear the rumblings of the Predators getting closer. Time passed, and minutes seemed like hours. The screaming of Predators began, and no-one flinched. Everyone stayed still.
Then, he heard Argathor. “Fire!”
The twangs of arrows being loosed were heard, and Matt heard the collapsing of Predators dying on the ground. He saw the elves and dwarves on the wall fire jets of fire at the Predators, and send shards of deathly sharp ice darting at the crowds of storming Predators.
Flying Predators flew high over the walls, attempting to avoid the deadly rain of arrows. The Predators on the ground began climbing the wall, and the men behind the wall fired their arrows, trying to stop them.
The Predators began coming around the walls and targeting the group inside. Before the men at the wall realized what was happening, three of them were lying dead on the ground. Their blood being spilled on the ground, colouring the grass red. The second ring around them fired their poison tipped arrows and struck them down.
Remembering the poison in her daggers, Valora twisted the cap right and the blade of the dagger went an acid green.
More Predators swarmed them, running over their fallen dead not noticing them. With a single leap, it dodged all arrows, magic and ripped at a dwarf’s head. Tearing at it with its tangled claws. With a flash and jab and the heart, a Predator killed an elf with the tip of his tail. The elf snapped his head back and fell to the ground, his sword jangled as it hit the ground.
The two forces collided with a clang of metal and the crack of bones and cutting of flesh. The elves on the wall were all dead, killed as the Predators swarmed them. The men on the bottom were cornered, ten on one and with a heroic stand they were killed. Many shouts of magic spells were heard as the mages around they cast bolts of lightning, fire and threw stones with such force the Predators were smashed against the wall ten feet away.
The first ring was being worn down, cut down to a mere five men. They slashed and cut like madmen trying to bring down as many Predators as they could be fore they them selves went down.
It wasn’t long until the Predators were attacking the second ring now, with the outer ring obliterated. The second ring was fighting for their lives, and their arrows were discarded, thrown to the ground along with their bows. Twisting around, avoiding dangerous blows to the head they attacked with the upmost fury. The second ring was worn down, and they knew they couldn’t win. Argathor was in the inner ring with them.
“WE’LL HAVE TO DO IT!” He yelled while hacking at a Predator’s hide with his axe then burning a Predator in the face with an up close fireball.
Everyone was dying around them, and the predators were approaching the Guardians. Argathor leapt in front of them to defend them from the oncoming wave of Predators.
“DORNSUN, CAYBOL, UUKSON! SKEVAIO, ON THE COUNT OF THREE!”
The four elves and dwarves surrounded them, then in one last effort they all chanted.
“SKEVAIO!”

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Foot hills, New Zealand

The world around the Matt, Simon, Valora and Sophie dissolved in a whirl of bright colours and dark flashes. It felt like you were being pulled apart in every way, Matt’s body felt like it was on fire, then tossed into the coldest of waters. His head pounded and he a pain like no other shot through his leg. Everything was a blur, and he felt like he was not standing on nothing. He gasped as everything came back into focus and he fell to the ground, solid soil felt beneath him.
A few seconds later, he blinked and saw a brilliant golden swirl of light then saw Valora materialize in a tree, trapped in the branches. She was gasping. Simon appeared ten metres away rolling on the ground, groaning and rubbing his back in pain. With a blue and red zap of lightning, Sophie appeared, he clothes torn as she stumbled around hitting the tree Valora was in.
“Oh, that was painful.” Simon said, standing up an everyone heard his back crack.
“I think my legs broken.” Matt said, and noticed every time he tried to move a bolt of agony shot through his knee. Valora with a great yell tumbled through the leaves and thumped to the ground. She stood up, moaning and swearing quietly so nobody heard.
She came to Matt and examined his leg.
“Yup, it’s broken alright. We’ll have to help you walk I’m afraid.”
Sophie snorted. “Walk where?” she said putting her arms out expectantly.
Matt looked at her, fighting back tears. “I’ve still got the map. We could make it through the mountains maybe?”
“With no provisions, sleeping bags or anything?” Sophie said hopelessly.
“Actually,” Simon said. “When we were teleported, I grabbed some things. But they aren’t here… I wonder why.”
As if in answer, a loud crack could be heard behind them and four bags fell out. Simon jogged over and opened up the bags.
“We’ve got a little food,” he held up a bag full of fruit. “water,” there was a bag of bottles full of Flouwan to their great luck. “and blankets.” He shoved the bag full of woven blankets at them, Sophie caught it and pulled them out to see what they were like.
“What’s in the other bag?” Matt asked in between gasps of pain.
“I don’t know…” he dug through the bag and pulled out small stone with ten crystals in it in the shape of arrows. That’s the same… Matt thought.
“Give it here.” Simon passed him the small stone. “No, this is impossible. I invented, I made it up.”
“What is it then?” Valora said impatiently.
“It’s a thing that… It’s our way out of here.” He said with a glint that showed he had a plan. “This has ten crystals right? When one starts glowing, it’ll lead you in the direction of a centaur! He exclaimed, clutching so his knuckles turned white. Simon’s face lit up along with Sophie’s and Valora’s.
“Come on guys,” Simon said confidently. “We can do this!” Each in turn, they nodded slowly. “Well, let’s see where we are.”
Matt dragged himself to the height of the hill. Simon joined him and they saw the Canterbury Plains lay before them. In he far distance, they saw the smouldering ruins of where the battle took place. They could see tiny black specs moving about. They had obviously been victorious over the Alarians.
“They’ll be dead won’t they?” said Valora. No-one answered.
“There’s no time to lose. They didn’t die for nothing, we’ll get to the Mt. Cook base!” Matt declared. “Could I have some help?” Simon and Valora rushed to help up, he put his arms around their shoulders and they started following the stone’s directions. Sophie rolled her eyes and grabbed the four bags and followed them.
The landscape was bare. With only boulders, and various trees every so often. The sun was now rising, giving them a better view of what the land they were travelling on was like.
The grass was long and uncut, it was farmers land. The land had sheep that stared at them as they went past. They finally came to a house when the sun was lowering into a burnt orange sky behind the mountains.
“I’m going in. We’re humans, it’ll be safe.” Sophie said, and all of them agreed instantly.
They came to the front door. It was brown with faded green paint and the edges. It was two stories high, and it didn’t look too well kept. On the deck were two chairs and a small table with a lamp sitting on it. There was a rusty bell hung above the door, they rung it.
“Coming!” yelled a booming voice from inside. A few seconds later, the door creaked open to a show an old man in his late sixties holding a plate of baked beans and he looked at them strangely. He was in a blue and white checked t-shirt with a belt that held up muddy black trousers. He wore giant gumboots that came nearly up to his knees.
“What are you doing?” he said in a very kiwi accent.
“Please, my friend’s leg is broken and we’ve had to walk for days.” Valora said putting on her pity voice that always got sympathy.
“Well, come on in, but I’m going to need a very good explanation. This isn’t normal.” The man said and stepped aside to let them in.
Gratefully, they walked in and helped Matt lie carefully in a chair. The man came in and sat down on another chair, a suspicious look on his face.
“Those clothes aren’t normal. And you look like you’ve been fighting.” Matt made a sideways glance at Simon.
“We’ve had a few incidents.” Simon said.
“Well, we better get you’re friend fixed up. By the way my name is Chris Wilson. Sarah!” he called and a short plump woman came running from down the hall way.
“Yes dear?”
“We need to fix this boy up. He’s got a broken leg. Also, put the kettle on, I think they’ll be here a while.” She nodded and went to do what he asked. “So, now why are you kids up here? You’re a little young to be tramping.”
Matt massaged his leg and the responded to his statement. “Our business is our own.”
“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.”
“A hundred 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.

Thats the last of that chapter Next is... The Puzzle Of History

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Don't worry, Im going to sell it... But I just wonder why theres oly 2 readers.. when other ones.. that well, ya know, arent quite as sophisticated get a lot more!

I know, there used to be a group reading. I guess it's just because it is such a long book.

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