Oh, remember that cool ability? I'll write it in the section after the story.
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Like a confused mess of
dogs, the would-be assailants tripped over the stall and stolen wares towards
Aiden and as a result, rushed him in a staggered line. That was their second
mistake.
Aiden clenched a fist and
felt the earth begin to move around him.
Oh how I’ve missed you, my good friend. He grinned, a burst of
silent laughter coming from his nose as he embraced the freedom. There would be
no holding back today.
He stepped forward with
his right foot, his leg powerful and rooted, and thrust his left arm in an
uppercut and as his limb flew forward a jagged hunk of compact earth spun from
the ground, hurtling towards the closest guard, who was still more than fifty
feet away. He had just enough time for his eyes to grow wide in fear before the
boulder smashed against his chest then spun up and exploded against his face,
sending him to the floor in a clutching, screaming, bloody mass of shredded
skin and crushed bone.
The other two guards
balked, their glances darting between their writhing friend and this sudden
threat, but before their senses caught up with them Aiden moved.
He brought his left foot up
and forward, slamming it down against the earth. The ground split light a bolt
of dry lightning, it’s dead fingers finding the guards and grabbing at their
boots and legs, pulling them down into the shifting dirt.
“No! No! No! Please!” One
of the men began to scream as he began to hack at the dirt with his sword.
“Help me Eric! He-” His voice caught in his throat as he turned to look to his
friend for help. But the ground had worked fast on him. A moment later all that
was left was a sobbing, bloody, guard and a dirt stained blade beside two
circles of agitated earth.
“You’re…you’re an adept?”
Came the whisper from the last remaining guard. “But-”
“You thought all of us
had been rounded up like the dogs to fight the kings little war?” Aiden raised
a hand and loose stone at his feet jetted into his palm. It began to spin. “I
thought I’d stay back. To keep an eye on people like you.” The stone began to
spin faster. “People who pray on the helpless and weak when big brother’s not
there to protect them.”
“I swear, just let me go
and I’ll never-“ The guard began to whimper, dropping his weapons to the floor.
Aiden’s look froze him
mid sentence. “See, that’ll work for about a day, until your belly gets hungry
because you’ve never had to survive a day off your own labor. The night will
begin to get cold and you’ll hear the wolves start their hunt. Then you’ll see
that little farm, smell the cooking fires and just like that you’ve lied to
me.”
The guard dropped to his
knees and clasped his hands together, tears streaking his dirty face. “No! I
swear! I swear!”
“Not taking that chance.”
Before the guard could
open his groveling mouth again Aiden flexed his palm and the stone split into a
hundred fragments and hissed away like a pit of angry vipers.
No scream, cry of pain or
movement to avoid. It was to fast. The guard lay stretched against the dirt, a
host of splintered rock embedded in every inch of his body, the thirsty earth
around him greedily licking up the flowing crimson blood.
Aiden turned to Hawks who
stood with a journal in one hand and a charcoal pencil in the other, his eyes
darting between the bodies and his writings.
“Come on.” Aiden said as
he picked up his bags of food and began to walk. “Let’s go.”
Hawks nodded furiously
and, still jotting down in his journal, began to follow after Aiden, side
stepping the cracks in the earth without taking his eyes from his book.
“Wait!”
Aiden and Hawks stopped,
turning to see the speaker. It was the woman. Her face was bloody and dirty but
a smile played on her lips. In her hands she clutched a cloth bag. “Please,
take this.” She reached out bag to them.
There was an awkward
silence. Hawks looked at Aiden, at the woman, back at Aiden then stuffed his
pencil inside the book and with his free hand took the bag.
“Thank you.” He said. “My
friend does what he can to help.”
With a confused
expression on her face, though still smiling, she nodded. “Thank you again.”
With a slight nod in the
woman’s general direction, Aiden turned and walked away.
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That's the chapter. What did you think? Rate it. There's three down there, just pick the one that fits. It makes me feel all bubbly when you rate my writing. Even the worst rating is a sign I need to change something. Help me help myself so I can help your eyes read some better writing! Yes it makes sense!
Now here's my cool ability. I'll make it short and a whole bunch 'o sweet!
Never mind: I'll do it in my next post! Sister needs to get on. (Fact and reading I'll do in there too.)
Night!
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