17 The Fallen Star (1/2)

PRIDE MAKES MY adrenaline pumps faster and fill my veins. I cut limbs, decapitates, kill and maim but they never stop coming and it is making me frustrated.

I can almost feel exhaustion weighing me down, making my head swim and float a few times before I regain my composure once again. I almost got killed many times and thank all the gods for my teammates because I would never have lasted this long if not for them even though I can see that some of them are just as tired as I am.

Things are turning bloodier every second. We are falling apart faster than them for the fact that they were past their transforming stage, suddenly I just want to run into the castle and face the director upfront but I am not that idiot to do that, unfortunately.

I thought the Warriors were getting bigger in number but it was just us turning smaller in number. I came back-to-back with Ila. I whisper to her, ”Got a plan about how we are going to get out of here?”

”My ideas are just as much as yours as of the moment.” She gritted out while she sent a couple of warriors flying a hundred feet from us.

I am running out of option, I can't just keep swinging my sword here when obviously I could do better. I clench my jaw so tight I am afraid that I might have broken them. ”Cover me.”

”What?”

”I said, cover me.” Then I start to run towards the creepy fountain where Raven is no longer standing. I heard Ila shout over a couple of hours to cover me. I didn't have much of a trouble reaching the fountain, I haven't formed any idea of what I am going to do until I got up there and saw them fighting to death.

Oh ghad, I am seriously utterly crazy.

I stood below the fountain, shutting my eyes and the rest of the world around me. I focus on the soft hum of the battle cry, of the swords clanging and banging at each other, of the scream of their agonies, the whimper of their pains and something unthinkable happens. In the spur of the moment, even with my eyes close, I can see clearer than ever. I can see their beads of sweat, I can see blood dripping all over their bodies, and most importantly I can see through them. I can see what's inside each of them.

That's when I taste it. That sweet bitterness of their fears resting on the tip of my tongue. Sadly, their fear isn't us or on us, whatever. They don't fear dying, they don't fear us nor this battle but what I want is that they fear what they don't fear.

A cry of charging makes my eyes snap open. My arm instantly shot out to my side as a throat came in contact with it. I grip the throat with my hand, my finger digging into its flesh, certainly drawing blood. I slowly turn my head to face my opponent.

And the idiot makes the biggest mistake of looking straight into my eyes. Her hands try to rip my hand away but I am stronger, my grip tightens around her neck. She gasps under my grasp but I know that it is not for that reason because as I let her go, she falls on her ass and looking at me with terrified eyes.

She put a hand on her chest as she struggles to breathe. She is letting the fear that I have put inside her control her, she's letting it control her but actually, the more she fights it the more she will struggle. And the more she struggles the more it will gain control.

As if on cue, she takes one last gasp of air before her body drops dead completely to the ground. I avert my attention to the war that's happening in front of me. Most of them look at me with scared eyes even my teammates but I don't care because right now I feel more full of energy than ever as they fear to feed me.

They said your fear will kill you so some did their best to kill their fear first before it got to them but unfortunately when I became your enemy you wouldn't stand a chance because I am a living fear. And I tell you it is hard to kill your fear when your fear fights back.

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Surprise or fright can still be seen from the faces of my few colleagues but at least if it bothers them they don't show it. While their faces look bone-tired my energy kept coming up, getting higher and higher to the point it should have driven me insane except that it all went to my adrenaline and senses making them sharper.

I feel like there's an invisible shield protecting me from our enemies. Every time they make their way towards me they immediately crumble to the ground. Thank all the gods for they are way past their transformation phase that they are not thinking clearly, all they do is charge while screaming. Seriously, why do they have to scream while charging? It is starting to irritate my ears.

Another warrior attempted to make her way to me unfortunately she looks at me in the eyes. She stops in her tracks and fall to the ground with a loud thud.

I heard someone shout my name as I turn around just in time to be face to face with a very mad warrior.

For a second, the fight seemed to cease and it seems like everyone was watching us, the screaming stops, the cries of the unfortunate ones come to an end and I found myself not caring about any of them really because right now all I see is my best friend, standing before me, her back was to me. I can't see her but the way she was sagging on her feet made me realize that something us wrong. Then she starts to fall. I instantly snap in action. She drops in my arms, heavier than she should be.

The world stops momentarily as I take in her appearnace. Her mouth is spouting blood. Her eyes are glistening with tears as she puts up a sad smile at me. It takes me a moment to process what happened until I saw the knife buried deep inside her chest. It dawns on me that she has taken the knife that was meant for me. She saved me.

I choke up to the tears as her hand moves to cup my cheek. ”Mica, what did you do?” My voice came out rough and forced because I don't really know what to do right now.

”I saved you,” her hand brushes the tears that I didn't know was falling.

”Why?” I croak out.