"L GD"

"BEGIN THE MISSION"

(Witch and Wizard: After Chapter 75)

Byron

"I need minutes of silence." I say to Crossley. "Can you please leave me alone?"

"Be sure you would be a boy again." He says as he leaves me and stays somewhere in Garfunkel's.

A while ago, I promised him that I'll turn back to human after Whit, Wisty, and some of the Resistance members left the building and rescue children and prisoners in the Overword Prison. After I turn back to human form, the both of us will help the Resistance in the frontlines.

"Dad, I know you're out there. I'm asking a big favor." I call out my dad as he is really on front of me. "I'm asking you to transform me back to human again."

There's no reply.

"Give me a chance to help the Resistance and save the prisoners. At least give me a few hours to be a human and turn back to a weasel after that."

Still, there is no reply. I sigh and give up. "What am I doing? I can't just simply ask and my prayers will be granted."

Suddenly, my 'S' necklace glows and floats in the air, then I hear my dad's voice "I have heard your prayers and I will grant them, but never show your face or your magic to the public." Green aura surrounds me as my body grows taller and bigger. The fur shrinks into my skins. My nose and face shortens. I become human again.

"Amazing"

I look back to see Crossley peeking behind the doorway. "You've seen everything don't you?"

"Only from weasel to human" he replies.

I almost turn the door knob, "Okay then, let's head out and-" when Crossley cuts me.

"Aren't you supposed to wear disguises or something?"

"Your right." I reply to him. "That's a close one. I should be more careful next time. My identity will be spoiled right on front of the public eye."

We search for some clothes in the area. There are jeans, checkered polo and gray jackets, but my eye catches on something else, "Do you know the Lightning Wizard?" I take up an old brown habit on the floor and wear it

"Yeah," He replies. "Why are you asking?"

"Because I'm going to be just like him" I take the hood over my head.

"How do I look?" he asks. He wears a blue cap, a handkerchief covering his mouth tied a knot between ends, a dark coat and blue jeans.

"I thought I was the only one who will wear disguises." I ask.

"My parents told that I must keep my magic self hidden, but only a few knew about it; including you."

"For what reason?"

"I don't know and I don't want to know." He says as he straights outside a broken window nearby.

"Why are you taking that window, we can take the door." But too late! He leaps out of the window. I chase him and look down the window, checking if the boy is okay. To my surprise he parkours down the stairs and safely makes it down the road.

"C'mon what are you waiting for? Christmas?" he yells.

"Oh—yeah-right." I leap down and do a few stunts and parkours and land safely on the pavement.

"Nice parkour, Mr. Weasel, so what are we going to do?" he asks.

"Well I know where to locate the City of Progress, but if we walk at this rate, we can't reach there on time." I explain.

Then I hear motors roaring from a distance. It comes nearer and nearer. Beyond the horizon I see from our path are seven motorcycles; coming this way. "Oh no!"

"Motorcycles!" Crossley exclaim, "Bet we can-"

"We can't ask help from them. They're N.O motorcycles." I explain.

I notice his eyes jerk on a shock. He begins to shiver with fear, "N-N.O?"

"I think they found out our secret base." I readied my fists and cover my face under my hood, "Ready?"

"Y-yeah." He stutters.

"Hey get out of the way kids!" the motor riders orders as he aims his gun at us, "or I'll shoot!"

"You won't!" I exclaim as I shoot electricity out of my fists. It blast heavily on the motorcycle and explodes into bits. The other motors scatter; frightening that they too, will be blasted by my lightning.

The motor rider asks for help to his walkie-talkie "Mayday! Some kind of-" but too late, he too was blasted by my fused gas.

Two men aim their guns at me and shoot. I dash at them as I flex my muscles, dodge and parkour the bullets. I pressed my fists against their chests and electrocuted them. They fly backwards and crash on the ground.

"Four down, three to go." I say but the other three riders passed to me, escaping from me and riding to Grafunkel's, "Oh no you don't."

But before I unleash my lightning above the sky, the three motorcycles fall down to the ground. I see Crossley waving at me beyond where the motorcycles lay. "Good job, Crossley." I whisper