Sci Fi & Fantasy / The Guardians: Fire, Earth, and Wind (Analysis)

The Guardians
Fire, Wind, and Earth
By Michael Phoenix

        In the beginning of the twenty second century the world is being ravaged by war. All because of differences in major world religions millions have died worldwide; families have been torn apart by deaths and separation. Many of the world’s largest cities were wiped out and are now uninhabitable because of radiation levels being off the charts from nuclear weapons. Even on American land troops from invading countries were fighting against American soldiers and pushing the military to its limit. People everywhere were losing hope because of the constant loss of family and friends.
        They didn’t know that hope was on the way that the war was soon to be over.  They didn’t know that the world was about to change in a way they had never imagined. They didn’t know that this change would not only stop the war but alters the world both mentally and geographically. This change wouldn’t come from the soldiers or their leaders. It wouldn’t come from their weapons of mass destructions. It wouldn’t even come from an adult.

     It would come from a kid, a young boy around eight years old with short messy black hair and brown blue eyes. He had lost his father already in the war and didn’t know what his mother meant when she said that daddy wasn’t coming home. Because in his eyes his father was a super hero, a wizard, a knight, a super genius, and even the king of an underwater civilization of only girls, though mom would get mad at him for saying that. He would stay awake after his mom had told him bedtime and wait hoping for his father to come in and tell him a story like he used to before he left, but he never came.

        The night the world changed the boy and his mother were at home. They lived out in the north western part of the country in a developing suburban area that used to be all forest. The battle was getting closer to their area but there was no place for them to escape to.  The entire west coast of the United States was overpopulated from evacuees of the east side and leaving the country was impossible and dangerous considering the amount of planes being shot down by opposing forces. The sound of bullets and explosives were getting louder and the yells of soldiers were getting clearer. Earlier that week his mother had put boards up covering the windows hoping that the soldiers would pass it but thinking it was deserted.  The boy was looking out of a crack in the wood in his bedroom window trying to see stars; he could remember him and his parents wishing on them before he went to sleep at night. There were no stars visible tonight because of the clouds of smoke coming from the nearing battle.  A loud whistling noise was heard from outside and it grew louder and louder until a loud Boom was heard.  The house and the ground shook as if it was an earthquake.  He looked through the window again and could see smoke coming from a house down the street. His mother came through his room a look of panic on her face.

“Put some clothes in a bag, hurry we are leaving right now.”
The boy grabbed some clothes while his mom helped him.
“Alright, let’s go,” she said grabbing his hand and pulling him out of the door.

“Wait, I forgot something”, he yelled, as he pulled out of his mothers grip. He ran to his dresser and grabbed a necklace off of it, then ran back. It was a silver necklace with a charm of a dinosaur on it. It was his most prized possession because his father had given it to him before he left.

They ran out of the house and saw two of the houses down the street burning to the ground. The smell of smoke was heavy in the already cold air making it hard to breath. The boy looked into the air and saw a large green plane coming in the distance they got into the car and drove towards a street to go to the interstate going away from the fighting they got about a little way away from their house before they had to stop in no moving traffic.

“Get out and come with me”, his mother yelled to him.
         They got out and started running.  His mother was holding his hand and running to fast for him to keep up so he kept tripping and stubbing his toes. It was after five minutes of running when they heard them. A loud roaring noise came from above. Enemy fighter jets were zooming through the sky.  He heard someone yell to take cover.
The jets started firing at the ground and in the distance you could see cars catching fire and some flying into the air.  Screams broke through the loud noise of the jets. His mother pulled him through the brush and into the woods on the opposite side of the street. When she thought they were deep enough they sat down beneath a large tree leaning against the trunk they could still hear the jet’s guns and large explosions from missiles and people screaming. His mother pulled him closed tears running down her face and after awhile he fell asleep.
He woke when he felt his mother pick him up and started running. He could hear voices that he couldn’t understand in the distance. He could hear gunfire not far off from them. His mother ran not knowing where she was heading all she wanted was to get her son to safety. She ran until they were back in the street. There were still planes fighting in the sky. The street was in flames. Feet away from she stood there was what looked like a burning body. His mother started to cry. He could see enemy soldiers getting closer their weapons drawn. And then it happened.
            A loud roar filled there ears and the sky lit up as though it was on fire. The boy looked to the sky and you could see a large meteor the size of a large truck surrounded by fire coming down to the ground. It tore through two jets fighting in the sky like a knife through butter. His mom turned and started running away from it but it was too late. When it struck the impact shook and crumbled the ground around it. A dusty, strong gust of air blew out all the surrounding store windows and blew his mom up high into the air like a rag doll. They were blown so high that for a second it seemed as though they were flying. His mom was holding him tight against her and she turned in mid air so that he was facing away from the ground and then they landed with a hard thud so hard that he heard a loud crack and his mom let go making him bounce off of her and sending him back into the air landing a few feet away.
He got back up sore and walked over to his mom. She was not moving. He started crying and said, “Mom please get up.”
“Don’t cry, I’ll be ok”, his mom said opening her eyes, “but you have to start running away. Don’t worry I’ll catch up to you soon. Stay away from the people with guns, do you understand.”

“Mommy, I don’t want to leave you”, he sobbed.

“You have to go, don’t worry I’ll be right there. Now Go! And don’t look back”

He turned and ran away crying. He could hear soldiers behind him yelling and ran faster but when he ran to the end of the street there was a big crater in the middle of it. He stopped and looked down from the edge he could see a faint light coming from the middle of it through some of the rocks and debris. He heard a snap behind him and turned with excitement hoping it was his mother. But when he looked all he saw was a gun being pointed at him from a soldier 10 ft away.
The man said something that he couldn’t understand and he backed away until he felt the edge of the crater. The man moved towards him with his gun still pointed. The boy started to cry and then he felt the ground give way underneath him and he fell into the crater. He rolled and rolled until he reached the middle he got up slowly and heard gunshots and saw the bullets hit the ground around him.
He ran towards the center of the crater. He could hear more shots around him hitting the rocks in the crater. He could see a light ahead of him getting brighter. He ran towards it and found its source. It was a black orb floating in air.

He walked towards it and felt warm air around him. It reminded him of his parents and he remembered wishing on shooting stars with them. He grabbed the orb, closed his eyes, and wished the same wish he always wished at home. That he lived in a world like the stories his father told him. Then he wished that he could be with his parents forever. He opened his eyes and looked hoping to see something different. Everything around him was the same. And then he heard something move behind him and turned around. It was the soldier from earlier. He raised his gun and fired. At the same time the orb burst with bright light engulfing the boy and didn’t stop there. It soon engulfed the country, and then the world.

”That was a great story, Miss Spirit,” said a young boy in a wizard hat. He was sitting on a log with other children in wizard and witch hats facing a young woman on a stump in front of them around the age of seventeen. She had medium short black hair shifted to the side so that her bangs on her right side covered that side of her face; she had dark green eyes, and a pale cream colored skin tone. She wore a dark blue witch hat and a frilly dark blue and white shirt and a blue skirt with white flowers going down one side and a knee high split on the other side. She also had a strong wooden bow beside her, but no quiver or arrows with it.
“What happened to the little boy”, asked a little girl with golden locks.

“No one knows what happened to him after everything changed”, replied Spirit, “in fact we didn’t know about the little boy until years after it happened then stories started to circulate around.”

“Miss Spirit, Oo, oo, Miss Spirit I have a question,” said a young black boy in a green hat with his hand waving in the air.
“Go ahead”
“What’s a car?”
“I’m not really sure, myself, Anthoni,” she answered then continued,” I believe it’s suppose to be some kind of big broom stick surrounded by metal, no one around here knows what one looks like because one hasn’t been seen in five hundred years in Diamond or Chaos City.”

“Well there’s Silicon City, the technology part of the world, there’s Fight city where there’s suppose to be people with strange abilities and some of the strongest people alive, there’s even suppose to be a city underwater somewhere,” Spirit said with a smile while she looked at the children’s shocked faces and remarks.
“It’s incredible”
“Neat”
“What’s technology?”

“Wow that’s so cool”

“Wow your so cool, Miss. Spirit, our parents won’t tell us any of this stuff” Yeah, they say that if we were suppose to know about the other places we wouldn’t be separated from them by impossible to cross deserts and jungles.”
Spirit turned to face him.
“And I thought Father told you not to talk about forbidden information, Lil sis”, said Prince Rocky with a smirk.

“Rocky, I thought I told you not to use a Finder Spell to visit me, considering the last time you used one you caught me in the shower, Brother dear”, said Spirit her face slowly returning to its normal color.

“Ok, you guys”, Spirit said to the children,” why don’t you go practice your water conjuring spells from yesterday, by the river.”

”What is it that you want, Rocky”, said Spirit slightly annoyed.

  ”Just here to give you the invitation to my wedding.” Spirit looked at her brother seriously, before saying,” so you’re going through with it.”

“Yeah, it’s for the good of the city, we will finally be able to have peace and break this feud with Chaos City and bring an end to all these wars, plus I met her this morning she’s pretty smart and man is she hot.” Spirit was still not smiling, “I don’t think you should go through with it.”
Rocky looked at her with a smile and then said,” And I don’t think you should believe and tell people what Michael says.” He then turned, a white light appeared from his hand, and then he was gone.
        Spirit stood alone thinking about her brothers’ upcoming marriage to Chaos cities’ Princess Michelle. The two cities had been at war for centuries: Diamond cities’ light magic vs. their dark magic. Until recently the two Kings came to an agreement that the two would call a ceasefire if there was a marriage between the two countries of the magical area of the world. She knew that it would bring peace, but in her heart she could not bring herself to trust the Chaos Empire.
While still thinking about it she started to practice her own wind magic. Mages throughout the land knew that Spirit was the strongest wind using magician in the land and wondered how someone so young could control the wind so well. It is said that Spirit could control wind magic the day she was born. To her using it came to her as natural as breathing.  She brought her right hand up and moved it in a slow circle.  The air beneath her hands began to move and the dirt and leaves began to move in a circle.  She had created a tornado the size a small child while she was thinking about her brother. More leaves on the ground rose into the tornado until it looked like a spinning bush of brown and green. She was so into her thoughts that it grew bigger and bigger soon passing her in height, until an angry thought about her brothers’ marriage went into her mind and it burst sending leaves everywhere and creating a strong gust of wind knocking her off her feet.
Spirit caught herself with her magic and floated back inches from the ground before rising back up. She could hear laughter and looked around but couldn’t see anyone. She then realized that the sound had come from above. She looked up seeing a large fireball coming at her from above. She dodged it barely and she could feel a wave of scorching heat go past her before it hit the ground. When it hit the ground it scorched the spot it hit and flames starting to spread all around. She used her magic to remove the oxygen from the air and suppressed the flames with carbon dioxide. She then quickly looked up to see where the fireball had come from. On a tree branch high up there stood a young man.

      The young man looked to be about five ten inches tall, one hundred sixty pounds, muscular and around eighteen years old. He had red and black spiky hair with light brown skin. He was wearing baggy black jeans with a white t-shirt and a red short sleeve trench coat made out of what looked like a tough metallic material. He was looking at Spirit with a smile before he spoke.

  ”It seems like your training is paying off. I was worried for a moment when I saw you lose control.”
  ”Just how long have you been sitting in that tree, Michael?” Spirit asked still shaky from his attack.

“Since the beginning of the story with the children”, replied Michael happily.

“Really now”, said Spirit thinking it over in her head before continuing,” Could you come down here for a second?”

“Sure”, he said before jumping off the branch, flipping before landing on his feet with a thud. He walked over to where Spirit was standing.

“What is it that you want”, he asked smoothly.

“Smack”, the sound rang through the forest echoing from Spirit slapping Michael in the face.
“Oowww, what was that for”, shouted Michael with a big red hand print on his face.
“What is that for, you ask, you came here, spied on me without me knowing, then you attack me, and act like nothings wrong with it. Like its some ordinary thing you do to people as if you were saying hi. You scared the crap out of me!!!!”
“You asked me to train you”, he shot back at her.
“Train me, not attack me randomly you idiot.”
“But in real combat you can be attacked at any time.” Smack”, rang through the forest again.
“I’m sorry, never again o.k.” he said looking down.
“It’s alright”, she told him after seeing his reaction, “just d-don’t do it again.

Michael wasn’t like any other person she had known she met him years ago when she was younger. He had traveled from one of the lands across the desert. Supposedly his father was here around forty years earlier and his grandfather before that. He was a complete mystery that she wanted to get to the bottom of.
They stood around and talked about plans for her training this afternoon when a thought hit her. The children! She had sent them to the river thirty-five minutes ago. They both ran to the river to see what they were doing. All the kids were there except for one.

Lil Amy, the girl with the golden locks had wondered off on her own. Spirit told them to stay right there and for no one to leave. She even put up a bright blue barrier to stop anyone from leaving. She and Michael then went to look for her in the direction everyone had saw her going last into the Mystical Forest.

    The Diamond City and Chaos City Empires were separated by two forest: Mystical forest (which contained regular woodland creatures and non-aggressive magical creatures, except for the dragons in the mountainous area) and Dark Woods (Which contained some of the most foul and dangerous magical creatures. If she was walking in the woods they would find her easily but if she was using any type of magic to travel through it would pose as a problem. Spirit traveled by the air using her wind magic to float above the trees, while Michael jumped from tree to tree searching for her. They ran into a group of fairies out collecting flowers to decorate their den.
        ”Let’s ask them if they’ve seen her”, Michael told her.  Spirit laughed at him.
  ”Fairies can’t talk”, she said to him.
“Yeah they can”, he shot back, “you just have to know how too talk to them.”  Michael said.  He created four balls of fire in his hand.  They floated from his hand to his back, spreading out long, and then flattening out like a pancake.  They had taken the shape of four fairy wings. He moved his fiery wings back and forth and did hand movements at a blue haired fairy. It did it back to him.

“She ran past here a few minutes ago”, Michael said to Spirit.

”That means she’s not far”, Spirit said looking a little relieved, “tell her thank you.”

Michael did a twirl and bow to the fairy. Spirit snickered.
When they reached her she was only halfway into the forest and a wolf was snarling at her. The little girl was scared and crying. It wasn’t an ordinary wolf, this wolf was jet black with red eyes and its fur had a wavy shadowy look to it as if shadows were emanating from it. It was known as a dark wolf, a wolf that has dark magical powers. Spirit got to her first. She landed in front of it separating the wolf from the girl. She grabbed her bow and pulled back its string. The air around her hand gathered at the string of the bow making a shape. When she let go a gust of wind in the shape of an arrow flew from it. It knocked the wolf back into a tree. It got up shook its head snarling, it dodged Spirits next arrow, and then it opened its mouth a dark purple-blackish energy started to gather. Then it made a howling sound and pointed its mouth at her and a beam of the dark energy shot out of it straight towards Spirits head. A strong gust of wind flew around her making a barrier blocking some of the attack but, some of the beam penetrated the barrier and connected to her head. Her vision went black and she saw a horrible image of a monster in her head.

“This does not leave this forest”, Michael said with a serious face. ”Whatever lets get going”, Spirit laughed. Five minutes back into looking they heard a scream just ahead of them.

Feeling scared, sightless and confused she fell back against Amy causing both of them to fall to the ground. Spirit gained her sight back right as the wolf pounced at them. Its mouth was wide open and it was ready to take a bite out of the two of them. Michael finally reached them and jumped off a tree branch flipping forward and bringing his heel down in the center of the wolf’s head slamming it to the ground a few feet in front of them. The wolf got up staggering and went to do its dark howl again but Michael brought his arm back as though he was going to punch the air in front of the wolf. When his arm went forward a flame shot out from his arm and three fireballs shaped like small fire rockets erupted from his fist. Two of the rockets flew to both sides of the wolf’s stomach and the last at its mouth.

When it hit the wolf the fire rockets exploded. Sending the wolf flying up into the air and then twenty feet backwards, his fur had been singed and its mouth burned by flames. Yelping the wolf turned and retreated. As it ran it looked like a black blur heading towards Dark Woods. Spirit got up still dizzy, picked up Amy, and carried her on piggyback style, she was crying still. They turned back towards the river and walked back.

On the way back Spirit asked her why she had wandered away from the group. She told her that she was chasing a bunny and got lost in the woods. She scolded her and then went to smile at Michael. But from the look on Michael’s face she could tell he was concentrating on something else.

    Soon they got back to the other kids at the river.
“Wow, your the famous Michael”, one of the kids said, “Miss Spirit told us all of your stories.”
“Really”, Michael asked the kids with a loud happy voice, “Did she tell you about the time I fought a sand worm.”
“No”, the kids said in unison.
“Well then let me tell you about it”, he said sitting on a large stone by the river, “It all started when I was crossing the desert of death…”  All the kids sat down around him and started to listen.  Michael told them story until it was time for them to get ready because their parents would be there soon.
  ”I guess that will be it for me watching these kids, huh”, Spirit told Michael looking sad.
“Why is that?” he asked wondering what she was talking about.
“Well when parents hear what happened to Amy their going to be furious.”
“Who said the parents will find out”, Michael said slyly.
“What do you mean?”
Michael looked at the kids and said, “Hey, come look at this.” In his hand was a bright, white light in the shape of an orb. Once the kids had all gathered around and were looking it flashed. All the kids looked dazed. He had erased their memories.

  ”Hey what did you guys do today”, Michael asked with a smile.
  ”We all practiced water conjuring spells by the river and listened to Michael tell stories”, they said in unison.
“I didn’t know you could do that”, said Spirit looking shocked and then whispered.
Michael looked into the air in silence and started to laugh.
  ”There are a lot of things you don’t know about me.”

    Chaos City was a dark and dreary land where barely any light poured through the clouds.  The buildings and houses outside the palace were run down and dirty.  The people and creatures there were dark wizards, goblins, vampires, ogres, and other dark creatures.  The stores there sold forbidden magical items that only uses were of the evil kind.  Chaos Palace was a large onyx colored castle with large sharp turrets and gargoyle lined, bat filled towers. Deep in the castle in a dark small fire lit room a conversation was going on about the wolf being discovered between the dark King of Chaos City King Taurus and a young man who looked to be around the age of eighteen with spiky white hair, part of his hair covering his face. He was wearing a black leather trench coat with silver brackets, a dark emerald green shirt, and baggy black pants. On his back was a large sword with a silver handle and trigger like a gun, but there was no hole for a bullet to come out of.
  ”One of our scouting wolves quickly returned beaten, when we used memory retrieval magic it showed that it was found by a fire using young man and the Princess”, said the King. He was a tall, lanky man with gray aging hair. His teeth were yellow and his nose was long and narrow. He was a frail looking man, but he was known as a powerful Dark Magician.
“There’s nothing to worry about they’ll just think it’s a stray”, the young man replied.
The king still looked uneasy.
  ”I’ve seen that young boy before, supposedly he comes from a family that travels the world and a son always comes back from crossing a desert”, the King responded.

“Don’t worry I’ve kept my end of the bargain, you keep yours and things will be in the bag for you”, the young man said calmly.
“So you captured it”, said the King unbelieving.
“It wasn’t too hard but I had to use all of the talismans you gave me.”
“All of them.”

“All of them at once.”

“Then you will be able to find what you are looking for when we invade”, said the king confidently.

“Fine”, he said as he walked towards the door his necklace and a strange charm that looked dragon-like gleaming from the fire.

   The dark room in the castle where the king was sitting suddenly filled with light.
  ”Daddy”, a young woman’s voice rang out.  A blur came into the room passing by the young man and stopped when it hit the king. A young woman (five foot ten, one hundred thirty pounds) around sixteen was hugging the king.  She had long, silky black hair that flowed to her mid-back.  Her skin was a caramel color and her eyes bright green.  She wore a gray eighteenth century style pointed collar trench coat, a tight black revealing shirt, and a black mini-skirt with knee high combat boots.
  When she smiled two long pointy white teeth showed.
  ”Thank you, thank you, thank you”, she said hugging him even tighter.  One of the guards stifled a laugh.

”First, let go dear then tell me why are you thanking me, Michelle”, the king said wheezing and embarrassed.

“The prince of Diamond City is so cute and strong.  He was nice and a proper gentleman when meeting me.  He seemed to like me a lot and kept smiling at me. When I asked him why he kept blushing and saying how beautiful the weather was”, she said laughing then continued, “We even set the date for the wedding.”

The King had been sipping something out of a cup and at this point he spit it out.

“But…but… this  is so  sudden”, the King had exclaimed, ” I thought you would have been more upset from having to marry the prince of Diamond City, since they took your mother away from you when you were young.  I loved your mother a lot even though she was a vampire she never bit me.  It still makes me angry to give you up to him even if it is for peace.” He slammed his hand against his arm rest at the end of his words.
  The happy tone of her voice changed to a pleading sound as she spoke, “I loved Mom too, but what happed to her was what happens in wars, that was under a different King also,  I’m tired of seeing  the people of our land die, plus looking at Prince Rocky I think I’ve fallen in love.”
    ”ABSURD”, the king shouted,” I WILL NOT HAVE THAT TALK IN MY PALACE.  IF YOU ARE WITH HIM IT WILL BE FOR PEACE NOTHING MORE.’” The princess’ eyes watered and tears fell as she turned around and ran out the room.
  ”Are you worried sir”, one of the guards asked.
  ”No”, the king  said  his face  red  and  his breathing still fast,” Our plan will be finished before the wedding and the prince along with all of Diamond City will be dead now that I have my secret weapon.

At the center Diamond City was a large ivory and silver palace surrounded by a large village. The village was made up of small stores, restaurants, and houses. Everyone in the village is a witch, wizard, or a light using magical creature. The village’s economy flourished with trading within the village. The people were happy and carefree magic solved most of their problems. On the outside of the village to the east, there was a large dome shape object covering a four mile size area. Walking into the castle grounds six walls surrounded the main castle. The courtyard surrounding the castle was full of ivory and bronze statues of previous Kings and Queens. Trees with bright and beautiful flowers were all over. A beautiful silver fountain was in the middle of the courtyard. The fountain streamed different colors of water every few minutes. Inside the Ivory walls of the Light Castle beautifully crafted stained glass windows lined the halls. Soft velvet rugs lined the floor leading into different rooms with solid polished oak doors. In the middle of the throne room floor was a painting large cross with a wand and a sword shaped making an X. Michael and Spirit were giving news to King Giradot in this room while he was seated in his large red and ivory throne with Rocky standing beside him about the dark wolf. The king was a large man with bright white long hair and a beard. He had a long red silk cape and a white shirt with black pants. He was older man who you could see had once been very powerful but age had caught up with him. He never wore his crown because he wanted his people to believe that he was just like them not above them.

“I would like to take your information for granted”, Giradot replied to the news,” but there isn’t enough proof that it just wasn’t a stray who wandered into the Mystical Forest.”
“With all do respect, your Highness”, Michael began,” just because there isn’t any proof doesn’t mean that the dark wolf wasn’t checking out our defenses.”
“I agree with Michael, Father, why is it that you won’t believe that Chaos City isn’t up to no good”, Spirit said pleading with him to believe them.

“Of course you would agree with him”, Rocky said with an angry look in his eyes,” you’ve been angry about me marrying the Princess since it was first agreed upon.”
   “Rocky’s right Spirit, the King said firmly, “You never got over the agreement and have been acting selfish recently as though you don’t want peace.  The reason I believe it is a fluke is because when Princess Michelle visited this morning it was obvious that she fancies Rocky and they got along extremely well.  Plus these peace talks have been happening for awhile.”
   “That’s because their both idiots”, Spirit muttered under her breath.

  ”That’s enough Spirit”, the King said angrily then turned to Michael, “It’s not that I don’t take you serious Michael, I know you are wise because your forefather’s are known throughout the kingdom for traveling to the other parts of the world.  It’s amazing how a son always makes it back by himself every twenty years.  For you I will send a few guards to watch the borders but that’s it.”
   “But, Father only a few”, Spirit said disappointed.

   “Yes that is all I will send and that is the end of this conversation”, said the King with finality in his voice.

  ”God he’s so stubborn”, Spirit shouted as they were walking into the courtyard.

  ”Well the King will act as he see’s fit”, said Michael calmly.

”Oh, hush you, Mister King’s favorite”, Spirit said imitating the King,” Oh because it’s you Michael I’ll send a couple of men, Blah, Blah, Blah…By the way I’ve always been curious to ask you. How is it that you made it back here by yourself crossing the Desert of Death? Many people, even some of our best mages have tried to cross it and died. Another thing, I’ve seen all of the pictures of your father and his father and so on. Why is it that you all look so alike except for different hair style and clothes, did they marry the same family of women?”

  Michael looked a little uneasy and felt a lump in his throat.  He had been expecting this for some time.
  ”I’ll tell you about it another time”, he said calmly, “it’s a long story and we need to get to your training.”
        They walked through the courtyard and outside of the palace grounds through the village. The village had brightly colored houses some crafted into funny shapes: one was like a cat head; there was a teapot, a giant shoe, and even one that leaned to one side. It was a marvel that some of the houses were able to stand if it wasn’t for magic.  Some of the villagers that were outside of there house waved to them, others tended to their garden magically changing the colors of their flowers, or riding unicorns to the market area.  Young kids flew out of their houses riding on toy brooms that only rose a foot or two up.  One witch was chasing her son telling him to get back here and clean his room.  Some pre-teenager and young teenagers came out and followed Michael and Spirit. They liked to watch the two training from outside the training bubble.
“When will you teach us how to fight and use spells like you”, a dark skinned teen girl asked Michael. “Yeah”, the other teenagers agreed.
“You know I’ve always thought about opening a school one day”, he told them, “but not just for you guys, for all of the young people in the world with abilities. Spirit smiled at the thought.  ”That would be so awesome”, a young boy with a green hat yelled out.
        They finally made it to a clearing right outside the village’s east side.  It was surrounded by a large transparent bubble spell seven hundred feet high and two hundred yards long that could protect anything outside from any spells or projectiles.  Spirit and Michael walked inside.  Inside there were trees, stationary targets and discs bewitched to fly around, there was an obstacle course, and even a small bottomless lake that stretched outside the bubble wall.

Michael and Spirit started her training.  Michael had Spirit practice her aim for her Wind Arrows on the stationary targets first and then made her try to hit a moving target but instead of using the discs, Michael had her try to hit a harder target, himself.
“Your crazy, I can’t shoot them at you, what if you get hurt”, she said not accepting the idea.
“What are you too embarrassed to show the people watching how much your aim stinks”, he said in a mocking voice.
“Bring it on fire boy”, she shouted angrily at him.
Michael flew around through the trees and Spirit chased after him firing wind arrows from her bow so fast that her hand looked like a blur.  She fired an arrow that got close to Michael and then hit a small barrier of fire Michael put up to protect himself. “That’s one” he yelled to her.
After she hit him ten more times, Michael made Spirit dodge his own Fire Rockets.  ”It’s your turn”, Michael said with a mischievous smile.  After getting hit nine out of ten times Spirit wanted to move on to something else because even though Michael was using non-burning fire the pressure of getting hit still hurt.   So after a short argument in which Michael did the chicken dance that then led to a large lump on Michael’s head they moved on.  Michael lit a tree on fire and told Spirit to put it out.  Spirit used the same trick she used earlier on the fireball Michael had sent at her that morning thinking that it would be easy. It didn’t work.
“This is a different type of fire it’s made to not use oxygen, your going to have to try something different.”

Spirit thought for a second and created a tornado around it thinking to blow it out, but it still didn’t work it spread it even more.  And then it came to her, she moved the tornado to the lake and sucked up some water.   She moved towards the tree and dropped the water on it putting it out.
“Good thinking”, said Michael, “I was getting worried.”
“A non-oxygen needing fire, huh, your full of tricks”, Spirit said wondering.  Michael thought for a moment and then said,” I have a trick for you to learn, I’m going to run around and I want you to stop me by stopping the air around me.”
“Can we try that tomorrow, I’m pooped”, Spirit replied sighing and then flopping down on the ground.  Her hands were red from all the bow string pulling.   Michael agreed and picked her up and piggybacked her on his back.  She fell asleep.  Michael carried her through the village the sky was now dark and the street lamps were on.  While he was walking Michael was arguing inside his head with himself.  ”I should tell her, But she won’t understand, she’ll feel betrayed that she was lied to, But I’ve been training her for 2 years now, But think about what happened last time,  But she’s not like that.  Michael was do deep in thinking to himself, that it came a shock to him when he felt a drop of something wet hit his head. He reached up to feel his head and felt something slimy. He looked around and noticed that he had walked into the wooded path that leads to the palace courtyard. He looked up but didn’t see anything in the trees around him.  He kept walking through until he walked through the ivory and gold gates of the courtyard.  Behind him he felt a strong gust of wind and he turned around to see what it was.

“Um, Spirit you might want to wake up for this”, said Michael his voice a little shaky.  ”Huh”, Spirit said with a start, looked up, and jumped off of Michael’s back.  They both backed up little.  RRRRRRRRRROOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRR!!!!!! In the clearing on the opposite side of the gate was a giant, brown dragon with scales that looked like they were made of stone had landed on the ground 40 feet in front of them, its giant wings still flapping forming strong gusts of wind.  It had no less than 30 talisman spell sheets attached to it.  It roared again and then charged. It broke through the gate as though it was made of toothpicks.
“Th-That’s impossible”, she said, “a dragon this far away from the mountains.”
“Why don’t you tell him that he shouldn’t be here then Spirit?”  Spirit stood frozen in fear.  Michael grabbed her arm and pulled her away, but she didn’t want to move. “RUN”, Michael yelled at the top of his lungs snapping her out of it. Spirit and Michael turned and ran. The dragon rose back into the air and circled around the courtyard. It became irritated by their running and started launching fireballs at them. Michael and Spirit jumped and rolled behind statues and stone doing whatever they could to dodge each fireball.  ”SPIRIT, USE YOUR BOW”, Michael yelled over another roar from the dragon.  Spirit took out her bow and started to counter attack.  She launched arrows into the air at the fireballs but they just made them bigger. She ducked down behind the large fountain as one hit the ground a few feet in front of it sending dirt flying into the air.
  ”You have to concentrate and use the carbon dioxide in the air instead of oxygen”, Michael told her while taking cover behind a large statue of Spirit’s grandfather.
  ”Why aren’t you doing anything”, she yelled at him.  ”His skin is too thick for any of my regular attacks”, Michael yelled back.  Spirit took a deep breath and concentrated while pulling back her bow.  Her arrow gave off a dark gray light.  She jumped up and fired at one of the fireballs heading at Michael and it turned into a puff of smoke.
“We need to get somewhere safe”, Spirit said and then she saw it in the middle of the courtyard there was a stone shrine. Spirit looked at Michael and pointed at it. They ran towards it weaving through the large statues that surrounded it. The dragon flew after them and took a large breath.  It shot out a large blast of fire scorching the ground behind them. Michael pushed Spirit into the shrine and let the flames engulf him. Spirit screamed as the fire flew past him and started crying thinking the worst.

        The flames stopped and a large blaze was still burning in front of the shrine doorway. Then the fire started to swirl and form into a ball. Michael walked into the shrine unharmed with the ball of fire in his hand. “You didn’t think I would die that easily from a blast of fire. Did you forget that fire is my element”, he asked smiling as he turned the ball of fire to a puff. Spirit ran up to him and hugged him. She let go of him quickly.
“Owww, your still hot”, she said rubbing her arms then continuing,” Why couldn’t you just make his fireballs go into puffs like that.”
“Because I just wanted to see what you got”, he told her, I wouldn’t let anything bad happen to you.”
“Your lesson timing sucks”, Spirit yelled punching him in the arm, “Well at least we’ll be safe in here.”
“Safe”, said Michael unbelieving,” we have to go stop that thing. It’s left us and is going to attack the castle.”

They ran out of the shrine and headed for the palace in the air above the palace the dragon was flying and attacking the palace. You could see many lights from spells being shot at the dragon just bouncing off since dragons have a high resistance to magic. Just then they saw a light above the dragon and someone fell from it on top of the dragon. “It’s Rocky”, Spirit yelled, “He’s gotten himself on top of the dragon.” The dragon rose up and started to spin its body trying to dislodge its rider. Sparks were flying off the dragon from Rocky hitting the dragons’ rough skin with his sword. The dragon flew towards the high towers of the castle and rammed its back against it knocking the tower over. Rocky jumped off of the dragons back just in time and tried to teleport in mid-air but as he was lighting up the dragon’s tail whipped him towards the ground. When he hit the ground a small crater was let around him.

”ROCKY!” Spirit cried and started to run towards him, but Michael grabbed her hand and held her back.

“You don’t have time to worry about him, the medical witches will attend to him”, he said. Witches dressed in white and red outfits with a white hat were running out to retrieve the prince and others that had injured by the dragons’ fireballs.

“Like hell, I’m not just going to leave him there with them”, Spirit yelled at him.

“You have to calm down, you have to help me or there will be more like him, Michael said calmly. Spirit looked at him with an extremely angry look and then said,” What is it you need.”
“I need you to keep it busy and inside the inner courtyard and then on my signal I need you to create a large tornado and hit him with it. I’ll take it from there”, Michael said firmly.
         Spirit jumped up and used wind magic to push herself up and land on one of the castles roofs behind the dragon. “It’s Princess Spirit”, the guards below were yelling.
“SPIRIT”, Giradot yelled out from below, “GET DOWN FROM THERE.”
“I CAN DO THIS DAD”, she yelled back confidently.
          Michael was down in the courtyard inside the castle walls spreading a bright red fire onto the ground and yelling, “I need everyone to clear the area so that we can stop the dragon with this attack.
“I’M NOT GOING ANYWHERE”, King Giradot bellowed angrily at him.
“Sir, I’m sorry but no one will be able to stand this next attack, I need you to retreat into the castle and close off any of the window’s and doors leading out here. It’s going to get really hot”, Michael told him calmly.  Giradot looked at him hard and then saw that there was no way around it.
“YOU HEARD HIM EVERYONE, GET INTO THE CASTLE”, he ordered.   Overhead Spirit had pulled her bow from around her shoulder and started shooting wind arrows at the dragon to get its attention.

“HEY, YOU, BIG AND UGLY, OVER HEAR”, she yelled at it. The dragon turned and looked at her. It flew to her and she started to run. While shooting her arrows at it she kept jumping from roof to roof using the wind to glide. The dragon started shooting fire ball from its mouth after getting irritated. Spirit started using her wind abilities at its fullest extent to alter the path of the balls.

      ”DO IT NOW, SPIRIT”, Michael yelled from below. Spirit used the last of her strength and created a giant tornado underneath the dragon and it got suck into it. She then fainted on the roof. On the ground below Michael stood, the wind pulling him forward. He had cleared the area before the tornado and created a symbol on the ground made of fire that was a circle with a three pointed star inside it and in its center was the picture of a flame. The tornado started to dissipate and the dragon was recovering its senses.
  ”Let’s hope this works”, he said looking at the dragon. “FIRESTORM”, he yelled.

        The sky lit up as the clouds around the moon turned different shades of red.  Red bolts of lightening spread across the sky. A giant twirling pillar of fire came from the sky and hit the dragon. The intense heat melted all the statues in the courtyard. Trees and plants in the area burst into flames. The dragon let out a loud shriek like roar of pain and was slammed to the ground by the pressure.  The dragon kept trying to rise but the pressure of the fire blazing down on it wouldn’t let it move. The pillar kept burning it for a full minute and then the sky turned back to normal. The dragon wasn’t moving anymore.  The tips of its scales were black and some bright red from the heat. They had stopped it.
   Michael looked at the dragon making sure it wouldn’t get back up and then he sent a burst of flames on the ground and lifted himself off the ground onto the roof Spirit was on. When he landed he walked towards Spirit and stumbled. He had just used his strongest fire attack and it had taken a lot out of him.
  ”Man I haven’t used that move in a while, I can’t believe it took that much out of me, maybe I should have restrained a little less power”, he thought to himself.  He walked up to her and sat her up in his arms. “Hey wake up”, Michael said, but she didn’t stir, he smiled then said, “wow I can’t believe you fainted after that little bit of work.” Spirit’s eyes shot open and her fist hit Michael in the stomach.
  “What do you mean little bit of work, I almost got my butt toasted and you call avoiding that a little bit of work, plus I just finished training”, Spirit yelled at him. Michael laughed. “Hey”, Spirit said pointing behind Michael,” who’s that?” Michael stood up and turned around.

A large stone dragon claw shaped arm grabbed his neck and lifted him up. Attached to the arm was a man, his hair was long, messy, and brown, and his eyes were stony grey. He looked as though he was in his early twenties, six feet, five inches tall, and one hundred seventy five pounds. He was wearing no shirt, so his large chest and abdominal muscles were showing, along with his other arm which was regular and full of muscles. His body was covered with talismans. His pants were baggy and from his back were two dragon wings, not as large as the other dragon’s but the same color and look. Michael looked below at the dragons’ body, it wasn’t there. “He looks so familiar”, he thought,

“It can’t be. Wes, is that you”, Michael asked wheezing and holding the arm that had his neck.

The man looked at him and spoke, “I don’t know who Wes is, but I do know that it’s been a long time since someone took me out of my dragon form and weakened me this much. But before I return to my master to recover my strength, here’s an award.” He threw Michael off the roof jumped down after him at punched him with his dragon fist into the ground. Michael was too exhausted to defend himself. He slammed into the ground making a much larger crater than Rocky, you could hear his bones break at impact and then he passed out. Small rocks and pebbles flew into the air and then started to come together is a shape. A large rock formed in the middle of the air below Wes it then took shape into a giant spear and went down into Michael’s abdomen. Wes rose back in the air and yelled, “I was sent here as a declaration of War. Chaos City will be attacking in three days to crush you.” He flew up into the air and flew off.

Spirit jumped down to Michael the spear started to rise out of Michael as though something was pushing it out. Spirit stepped back, “what magic is this” she whispered under her breath. The rock spear fell to the side with a big thump. The hole in the middle of Michael’s stomach started to close and heal. Spirit ran forward and went to feel for any broken bones, but there wasn’t any, and then in the moonlight large pure white wings flowed out from behind Michael’s back and then quickly disappeared as quick as they came leaving small feathers floating in the air around her. She felt revived and the scratches on her leg and arm from Michael pushing her into the shrine disappeared.

Spirit stayed by Michaels’ side in the infirmary that night. She told no one what she had seen come out of Michael’s back and since Michael had evacuated the area no one else saw what happened after the dragon came down. By the time the medical witches had gotten to him the wings had disappeared. A flood of emotions and thoughts ran through her mind. Part of her felt betrayed, hurt, and angry that she had been deceived. She had believed that Michael was just an ordinary wizard. She was also curious and relieved as to what Michael was and that he was ok. ”Maybe he had a reason to hide what he is”, she thought. Michael had been training her for a couple of years now and she thought of him as one of her best friends. And then she thought of the pictures of his ancestors and what he had told her, “there’s a lot you don’t know about me.” Is it possible that it was Michael in all of those pictures? Is he an angel? She dosed off to sleep with these and many questions in her head.

Light was pouring in to the infirmary and the phoenixes were singing from the trees outside when Spirit woke up from the chair she was in the following morning. She looked beside her to see if Michael was awake yet but the bed was empty. She jumped up and looked around panicking. Had he ran away knowing that she had seen what he was?

”Calm down, I’m out here”, she heard a voice call out from the balcony behind her. She walked through the curtains outside to the balcony and saw him sitting on the balconies’ edge watching the phoenixes flying. “I wasn’t upset”, she said looking at him slightly relieved.
“You know I wish everyday was like this sunny, yet breezy a calm day, no clouds in sight.

“How can you be thinking about weather at a time like this in three days Chaos City will be invading us”, said Spirit angrily.

“That’s not why your angry, Spirit, you have questions you want to ask. And I’ll answer them after I tell you what you deserve to know.”

”My name is St. Michael X otherwise known as S.M.X. I am the tenth angelic reincarnation. Meaning I have died nine times as an angel and this is my tenth and final life. I am over billions of years old. Yes, I am an archangel. And no I will not answer any questions involving religion so no: is there a god, what he looks like, or what color is he. The truth is the story you were telling those kids, the one I told you, it’s true. The boy found a wish making device we had only heard rumors about. He made a wish and bam, instant chaos. The world was so screwed up that the angels had to come onto earth and create an order to things. We couldn’t change things back, it was impossible, so we improvised. We erased everyone’s memory of the event. People spoke many different languages; we made them speak only one, except for the underwater city because we couldn’t find it. And then to stop anymore large scale wars we created landscapes that would take a miracle to cross between the different lands. Many of the people use to stay in one country never meeting anyone else from another country. There were tribes in Africa and in South America that had never seen anyone from outside their tribe. Now the whole world is integrated with many types of people. We solved one problem but ran into another. Some of the people on Earth were stronger than the angels and many angels were killed, so they retreated. Almost every angel has left the planet but I have stayed to make sure everything is kept somewhat peaceful plus I love this planet… I’m sorry to have kept this from you but I like to have a somewhat peaceful life too. Is there anything else you would like to know?”

Spirit stood there with her mouth opened, looking shocked. ”Is it a little too much to take in”, Michael asked with a smirk. She nodded her head up and down. Michael laughed. She thought about some of the things and asked, “what about the boy.” He disappeared after that night. No one knows what happened to him. She thought for a second about what he said and said in a cracking voice full of sadness,” So what your saying is that the only reason I have these powers is because of some wish a little kid made?” ”No, most people but not you Spirit I believe that you would have gotten your powers regardless”, said Michael while giving her an encouraging smile. ”What do you mean I thought all the people on earth were normal before the wish took place, that’s what you told me in the story I told the kids”, said a confused Spirit. Oh no, Michael said with a smile, “not everyone was normal. Every kind of creature in this time period was alive was there before the wish. That’s where most of the stories came from. There were vampires, werewolves, witches/wizards, people with super powers, and even aliens. That’s how I lost most of my lives.” ”Then what am I”, Spirit asked curiously.

“You’re a Guardian, an elemental being. You can control your element like you were made of it. I was curious on when the Guardian of Wind would appear considering the last one past on some years back”, Michael replied. “How do know whether or not I am a guardian?” Spirit asked not sure whether to believe him. ”Do you have a little tattoo of a tornado on your body that you didn’t put there”, Michael asked hoping for the right answer because secretly he wasn’t that sure she was. “Yes”, she said surprised, ” It’s right on my…” She stopped turned red in the face and then quickly asked another question. “Your a Guardian too”, Spirit asked. ”Yes, I’m the Guardian of Fire and the dragon you met last night was the Guardian of Earth.
His name is Wes. He was a being that was around before the wish but he had also disappeared after the wish. ”He’s half human, half dragon, how did that happen”, asked a very confused Spirit. “A long time ago Wes and I were on an adventure together before the wish, back then I came down to earth a lot to have fun”, Michael began,” we were exploring the hidden treasures of a King called Charlemagne. He had a lot of powerful magical stuff and cursed objects. One of the objects there was a dragon scale. Dragons had already died out many years before we had gotten there. I told Wes not to touch it that he would regret it but he didn’t listen. It transferred its curse to him making him able to transform into a dragon (which wasn’t really that bad) but the curse left one of his arms dragon like. His wings are retractable like mine.” ”But how is it that he’s been alive all this time”, Spirit asked wanting to know as much as she can. ”Being a guardian allows you to live longer? How much longer? Hundreds of years” ”Try tens of thousands. Wes is from one of the warrior races that lived in early 12,000’s B.C.” “I ‘m guessing that’s a long time”, Spirit asked. ”Yes, a very long time”, Michael said smiling then continued, “I’m glad your interested in all of this, but now I have a question for you.” He held out his hand and asked, “Friends?” Spirit looked at him and then his hand; she pushed his hand down, ran forward and hugged him. When she let go Michael looked at her and replied, “as much as I would like to continue this conversation we have a lot to prepare for.” ”Yeah, your right”, Spirit said determined to stop Chaos city in its track. Her heart filled with relief at finding out the truth about her best friend. They both set out to see the King and prepare for battle.

   On there way to the King, they paid a visit to Rocky’s room.  He was still in bed, wrapped in bandages; many of his ribs were broken.  He smiled when they came in and said, “Wow I can’t believe you guys brought down that dragon.  You know I weakened it for you.”    ”Of course you did Rocky,” laughed Spirit.  ”I just can’t believe they attacked us, the princess just seemed to really like me and we both wanted peace in our land”, said an unbelieving Rocky.
  ”You know”, Michael said in a wondering tone,” the princess might not have been in on it.” He looked at Michael.
  ”Those are some encouraging words”, and then he changed the subject, “I heard you ended up in a larger crater than me, yet you don’t have a scratch on you, Michael.  You must be pretty strong, one of these days I want to fight you”, said Rocky.  ”I’ll be waiting”, said Michael.
          When they got to the King’s war room the King and his generals were all discussing defense measures.  King Giradot was telling his men, “We can defend against a ground attack and a sky attack and a mid level sky attack but not against that dragon.”    ”Don’t worry about that dragon sir I will handle it”, Michael said as he entered the room.  ”Are you sure”, said Giradot.  ”Yes I can take care of him”, replied Michael, “what you have to do is brace the castle walls for breach.  Its going to feel like an earthquake is hitting when they attack.”
  ”Their probably going to use dark wolves and werewolves as there first line of attack”, said a general.  There also might be a few vampires there, so have the battlefield lit up because the attack is most likely to happen at night, so I want an ultra violet spell casting light over the castle, Giradot demanded then continued, “I can guarantee also that they are going to bring dark fire cannons.  So in order to win this war we are going to have to go in and take out the cannons before they get here.”
“Don’t worry we’ll go”, Spirit said in a confident voice.
“No, you won’t”, Giradot said looking at her as though she was mad.
  ”Yes, we are”, she shot back determination in her voice and a look of it on her face, “we are the most capable, the fastest, and the most likely to succeed.”  Giradot looked at her knowing he could not change her mind.  He turned to Michael and said, “If anything happens to her you’ll be held responsible. Good luck.”  They turned and walked out of the room.

   “I liked how you just volunteered me for that”, Michael told her a few halls down.   “You know you wanted to go,” she replied back, “and anyway I can’t do it alone.”
“Awww, you’re pulling my heartstrings”, Michael told her sarcastically while grabbing his shirt by his heart area.  PUNCH!!!!! “What did you do that for!!?” Michael yelled holding his stomach.
“I JUST SAID SOMETHING NICE AND YOU GO AND MAKE FUN OF IT, YOU JERK, I DON’T KNOW WHY I EVEN PUT UP WITH YOU!!!”, Spirit shouted at him.
        The two of them split ways and went to prepare for the trip.  Michael was in his room that the King had given to him when he had come back across the desert. He was rummaging through his trunk for something.  When he found it he held it up to the light from the window.  It was an old photograph of him and Wes in dragon form.  Sitting on top of Wes’s back were two small girls.
  ”Don’t worry girls”, he said as he put the photograph in his pocket, “I’ll rescue him from himself.”

Michael and Spirit met back up at the entrance path into the woods outside the courtyard, Spirit with her broom in hand. ”You’re not going to need that now”, Michael told her. ”Then how are we going to get there”, Spirit asked. Michael took a step back and said,” release.” Pure white wings came out of Michael’s back they were large and soft- looking. ”Hop on”, Michael said. Spirit wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his midriff. With one beat of his wings they were both high in the sky. ”Welcome to my world”, Michael said smiling. ”Wow, this is amazing”, Spirit said in awe. “Alright then let’s go.” And they flew off towards Dark Woods.

It was reaching dusk when they reached the canyon where the Magical forest meets Dark Woods. When they landed Michael retracted his wings back in. Spirit noticed that when Michael’s wings went back in an insignia with a pair of wings appeared on the back of his trench coat. When she was on his back the insignia wasn’t there. Spirit asked him about it. “My trench coat is what hides my wings when I take it off my wings show”, he replied, “I am surprised that you never noticed that you have never seen me without a jacket or trench coat. I could put the spell on more clothes but its boring and time consuming.

Dark Woods name served the place well. Even in the bright of day it was dark under its mangled and dense trees. In the night time the place was even creepier. The woods were rumored to have some of the most dangerous magical creatures. Spirit hoped they wouldn’t run into any of them. Spirit was in front, Michael in the rear, they were moving quickly through the woods hoping to complete there mission before noon tomorrow.
“Man it’s creepy here, isn’t it”, she said waiting to here Michael respond. But there was no answer. She turned around and saw that Michael wasn’t there. She started to panic and stopped to look around behind her. She turned back around to look into the area she was headed.
“BOO!!” Michael said standing close to her. Spirit panicked, closed her eyes, and kicked him square in his sensitive area before sending out a burst of wind a throwing him into a tree. A few minutes later after Spirit had opened her eyes and a beat down had been given to Michael. They were back on course to Chaos City. Every few steps a whimper would escape from Michael.

“WOULD YOU LIKE ME TO GIVE YOU SOMETHING TO CRY ABOUT”, Spirit snapped at him.
“You didn’t have to kick me so hard”, Michael snapped back. They had reached the fort that surrounded Chaos City. There were many dark creatures there. Looking from the trees outside the fort Michael and Spirit looked amazed. It looked impossible to get into the fort un-noticed. There were guards at every entrance and troops patrolling the fort walls.

“Crap, we never suspected them to be prepared so fast”, Spirit said disappointed.
“Who said it was going to be easy”, said Michael with a smirk.
“Your just loving the fact that we have to fight them, aren’t you”, Spirit replied, “I thought angels were all la_lala no violence, keep the peace and all that.”
“Regular angels like that but archangels are more aggressive, we don’t follow the same rules. If you don’t want to fight we might not have to”, he told while looking at something else through the trees, “come on.” They went away from the fort to a road heading towards the fort and saw a horse pulled cart coming loaded with supplies. It was so heavy that the horses could only pull it at a slow pace. Michael jumped from the trees behind the cart and ran up behind it, so that the driver didn’t notice it. Michael ducked underneath it lit his hands a blazed and burned hand and feet holes in the wood and then signaled to Spirit. Spirit jumped down and joined Michael under the cart. She then used the wind to blow more dust than the horses hoofs were making up from underneath the cart to hide their presence.

          When they got to the gates the cart stopped and guards checked the carts inside.  The guards walked into the cart and one stepped on Michael’s fingers making his eyes tear up as he held his mouth shut not making a sound.  The cart drove through the gates and stopped at the supply tent.
          They could see a few dark fire cannons through the open flap of the tent. They waited for the driver to leave and then went into the supply tent. The guards there were two male vampires. Michael ran past them without giving them any notice and Spirit followed.  The vampires turned and followed them into the tent, shocked.
“Who do you think you are just walking through here, you light kingdom scum”, one of the vampires hissed at them.
“We’re the welcoming committee”, Michael said turning to face them with a smile on his face. They both ran towards them, there teeth and sharp claws bared,” We’re going to make you regret sneaking in here, Fools!” Spirit created a mini tornado in the tent and sucked the two into it. Then a flame appeared in Michael’s hand it was a bright white flame brighter than any normal magical flame, Spirit had seen. Michael walked up to the spinning vampires and the flame flashed a bright blinding light in the tent. The vampires burst into flames and Spirit stopped the tornado all that was left were their clothes and cloaks. Michael grabbed the cloaks and threw one to Spirit. “What’s this for”, Spirit asked giving him an odd look.  ”It’s to cover your identity”, Michael replied back.  ”You’ve got to be kidding”, she whined, “this cloak has dead vampire all over it.”  Vampires turn to ashes when they die, stop complaining and just cover yoursel

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