Post by ratkit on Jun 27, 2005 9:32:25 GMT -5
AN: This is not a cat story, but I hope you still like it ;D I want to give you a little backround. The Power: gives people (or elves or animals ect.) special abilitys. They can change their form, contact eachother over long distances, go from realm to realm, give themself stregth. The members of the Power go from realm to realm and help people. I would suggest reading my other story, The Patrol, for more backround. Enjoy the story! Sorry AN got so long.
The Boy Warrior
The swords clashed, fire reflecting off of the blades, for fire surrounded the two warriors. The swords locked and with a mighty push one sent the other stumbling into the flames. The man stood, now a torch. The only thing that was not on fire was his hair and face. He laughed eerily.
“You think you could defeat me!” His voice was terribly distorted. The other warrior, who was a woman, gazed fearfully at the human fireball. The fireball walked toward her, she backed away until the heat of the fire against her back was almost unbearable. She leaped at him slashing wildly with her sword, but the fireball merely pulled the sword from her grasp and broke as if it was a twig. She stared fearfully at her enemy, now she was weaponless. An arm extended from the human torch and the flames crawled up towards his shoulder leaving the arm of the human fireball without fire. It slowly reached toward the woman. She could do nothing, she was frozen with fear and was surrounded by fire. The hand gripped her throat, it was as cold as ice yet burned with cold intensity. She could do nothing, the fireball now was slowly but surely choking the life from her. She didn’t even try to loosen the grip of this malevolent creature. A blur swung on a rope from the rafters of the burning building. The blur drew the gaze of the fireball and he saw it was a young man, no older than fifteen. The boy landed and drew a sword that seemed pitiful compared to the awesome might of the human fireball. He was soaked form head to toe, steam rose from the boy as the intensity of the fire dried him. The fireball dropped the woman, she was not dead only unconscious, but soon he would beat the last breath from her, soon she would be dead. The boy’s gaze flicked to the woman, she had fallen dangerously close to the fire.
“What is this? The Power send a puny boy to contend with my awesome might?” He laughed, long and loud, “to rescue their most precious warrior they send this weak boy?” He laughed again. The boy’s face was red with anger. His gaze flicked back to the woman, the fire was creeping closer. This was taking to long! He had to get the woman and get out! He reached behind him for a small javelin hidden under his shirt. He yanked it out and hurled it at the fireball, aiming for the only part of the body that was not engulfed in flames, the head. It flew with deadly accuracy and embedded its point into one of the eyes of the fireball. The human fireball screeched in pain. The boy rushed to the unconscious woman and gently lifted her onto his shoulders. She moaned and then was silent. The boy turned and ran as fast as he could toward the rope that still hung from the rafters. He was thankful that it had not caught fire. The fireball had pulled the javelin from his eye, now he was blind in one eye. He gazed around the room until his one good eye fell upon his prey, the puny boy was frantically pulling on the rope while holding onto the woman with one hand. Where was his assistant? The boy knew he would have to use the Power to escape now. He had been warned against it, for it would make his enemy stronger it was said. The human fireball was no lumbering towards him. He had only a few seconds to act. He laid the woman on the hot ground and he changed his form to a slender dragon. He grabbed the woman in his claws and flapped his swings furiously. The fireball was almost on him. Boy glanced at him from the corner of his eye while he slowly rose above the ground. The human fireball had almost doubled in size and was running faster than before. The boy in dragon form was now soaring through the rafters. Suddenly a beam fell from the ceiling and glanced of his haunches, he clutched the woman tighter in his claws. He swerved to avoid another flame engulfed beam. He was desperately trying to reach the escape hole. A mighty roar came from behind him. He turned his head to see a dragon engulfed in fire and nearly double his length! He desperately flew toward the small hole he had used to enter the building. He was just thin enough to fit through the small opening. His opponent, however would have to find another way out. He glided smoothly through the hole. He swung his head around, looking for his assistant, Lani? He could not look any longer, hopefully Lani had fled to the point where they were supposed to meet John, another member of the power. He was now far away from the flaming build.
The boy swung his head around, searching for any sign of pursuit from the flaming dragon. It was easy to spot the flaming building in the night sky even though they were several miles away from it. He glided gracefully on the currents of warm summer air. About a mile away he could see a little fire.
“That must be John,” he said aloud. He urged his wings to beat quicker. He began to spiral down toward the small campfire that was positioned in a tiny clearing. A man sat at the fire, he was a handsome man, maybe in his late thirties. The boy beat his wings, hovering about three feet off the ground. John ran over and the boy released his talons from around the woman’s body letting her fall into John’s arms. The boy immediately landed and changed his form back to his human form of a young man of fifteen. The boy walked slowly toward John, who was bent over the woman.
“Is she alright?” the boy asked softly. John glanced at the face of the boy. Worry shone in his eyes.
“I’m not sure, Jeth,” he admitted to the boy, Jeth. Jeth, short for Jethro, he had been found by a member of the Power, almost dead and orphaned. He and his family had lived on an island called Footprint. It had been a harbor and one-day they were attacked, it was bloody massacre. The Power had come, but it was too late all were dead, except for Jeth. He was found by Kelly, John’s daughter. She took care of him and soon they discovered he had the Power. They had trained him and here he was, ten years later, helping John with a rescue mission.
“Come on, we have to get her home. How much Power do you have left?” he questioned. Jeth mental checked by feeling the Power that was in his body.
“Enough to get home. What about Lani? And do you have enough Power to take the her?”
“He was here and I set him home. He said he had to leave because he was attacked by bats. And I’ll take her.” He nodded toward the woman.
“I’ll see you there.” Jeth accessed his Power, it began to flow through his body. He shut his eyes, he knew if he opened them he would only see blackness. It was always black when you Power travel. Moments later he was back at the Station, his home. He opened his eyes to the familiar Computer Room. It was were they received messages from realms that needed help. To his right appeared John, the woman in his arms. They both walked down a hall and entered the first door on the right. This was Kelly’s room, John’s daughter she was one of the only two healers of the Power’s members.
This might not be my best writing, I wrote it on the spur of the moment. ;D I hope you liked it.
The Boy Warrior
The swords clashed, fire reflecting off of the blades, for fire surrounded the two warriors. The swords locked and with a mighty push one sent the other stumbling into the flames. The man stood, now a torch. The only thing that was not on fire was his hair and face. He laughed eerily.
“You think you could defeat me!” His voice was terribly distorted. The other warrior, who was a woman, gazed fearfully at the human fireball. The fireball walked toward her, she backed away until the heat of the fire against her back was almost unbearable. She leaped at him slashing wildly with her sword, but the fireball merely pulled the sword from her grasp and broke as if it was a twig. She stared fearfully at her enemy, now she was weaponless. An arm extended from the human torch and the flames crawled up towards his shoulder leaving the arm of the human fireball without fire. It slowly reached toward the woman. She could do nothing, she was frozen with fear and was surrounded by fire. The hand gripped her throat, it was as cold as ice yet burned with cold intensity. She could do nothing, the fireball now was slowly but surely choking the life from her. She didn’t even try to loosen the grip of this malevolent creature. A blur swung on a rope from the rafters of the burning building. The blur drew the gaze of the fireball and he saw it was a young man, no older than fifteen. The boy landed and drew a sword that seemed pitiful compared to the awesome might of the human fireball. He was soaked form head to toe, steam rose from the boy as the intensity of the fire dried him. The fireball dropped the woman, she was not dead only unconscious, but soon he would beat the last breath from her, soon she would be dead. The boy’s gaze flicked to the woman, she had fallen dangerously close to the fire.
“What is this? The Power send a puny boy to contend with my awesome might?” He laughed, long and loud, “to rescue their most precious warrior they send this weak boy?” He laughed again. The boy’s face was red with anger. His gaze flicked back to the woman, the fire was creeping closer. This was taking to long! He had to get the woman and get out! He reached behind him for a small javelin hidden under his shirt. He yanked it out and hurled it at the fireball, aiming for the only part of the body that was not engulfed in flames, the head. It flew with deadly accuracy and embedded its point into one of the eyes of the fireball. The human fireball screeched in pain. The boy rushed to the unconscious woman and gently lifted her onto his shoulders. She moaned and then was silent. The boy turned and ran as fast as he could toward the rope that still hung from the rafters. He was thankful that it had not caught fire. The fireball had pulled the javelin from his eye, now he was blind in one eye. He gazed around the room until his one good eye fell upon his prey, the puny boy was frantically pulling on the rope while holding onto the woman with one hand. Where was his assistant? The boy knew he would have to use the Power to escape now. He had been warned against it, for it would make his enemy stronger it was said. The human fireball was no lumbering towards him. He had only a few seconds to act. He laid the woman on the hot ground and he changed his form to a slender dragon. He grabbed the woman in his claws and flapped his swings furiously. The fireball was almost on him. Boy glanced at him from the corner of his eye while he slowly rose above the ground. The human fireball had almost doubled in size and was running faster than before. The boy in dragon form was now soaring through the rafters. Suddenly a beam fell from the ceiling and glanced of his haunches, he clutched the woman tighter in his claws. He swerved to avoid another flame engulfed beam. He was desperately trying to reach the escape hole. A mighty roar came from behind him. He turned his head to see a dragon engulfed in fire and nearly double his length! He desperately flew toward the small hole he had used to enter the building. He was just thin enough to fit through the small opening. His opponent, however would have to find another way out. He glided smoothly through the hole. He swung his head around, looking for his assistant, Lani? He could not look any longer, hopefully Lani had fled to the point where they were supposed to meet John, another member of the power. He was now far away from the flaming build.
The boy swung his head around, searching for any sign of pursuit from the flaming dragon. It was easy to spot the flaming building in the night sky even though they were several miles away from it. He glided gracefully on the currents of warm summer air. About a mile away he could see a little fire.
“That must be John,” he said aloud. He urged his wings to beat quicker. He began to spiral down toward the small campfire that was positioned in a tiny clearing. A man sat at the fire, he was a handsome man, maybe in his late thirties. The boy beat his wings, hovering about three feet off the ground. John ran over and the boy released his talons from around the woman’s body letting her fall into John’s arms. The boy immediately landed and changed his form back to his human form of a young man of fifteen. The boy walked slowly toward John, who was bent over the woman.
“Is she alright?” the boy asked softly. John glanced at the face of the boy. Worry shone in his eyes.
“I’m not sure, Jeth,” he admitted to the boy, Jeth. Jeth, short for Jethro, he had been found by a member of the Power, almost dead and orphaned. He and his family had lived on an island called Footprint. It had been a harbor and one-day they were attacked, it was bloody massacre. The Power had come, but it was too late all were dead, except for Jeth. He was found by Kelly, John’s daughter. She took care of him and soon they discovered he had the Power. They had trained him and here he was, ten years later, helping John with a rescue mission.
“Come on, we have to get her home. How much Power do you have left?” he questioned. Jeth mental checked by feeling the Power that was in his body.
“Enough to get home. What about Lani? And do you have enough Power to take the her?”
“He was here and I set him home. He said he had to leave because he was attacked by bats. And I’ll take her.” He nodded toward the woman.
“I’ll see you there.” Jeth accessed his Power, it began to flow through his body. He shut his eyes, he knew if he opened them he would only see blackness. It was always black when you Power travel. Moments later he was back at the Station, his home. He opened his eyes to the familiar Computer Room. It was were they received messages from realms that needed help. To his right appeared John, the woman in his arms. They both walked down a hall and entered the first door on the right. This was Kelly’s room, John’s daughter she was one of the only two healers of the Power’s members.
This might not be my best writing, I wrote it on the spur of the moment. ;D I hope you liked it.
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