Chapter 4: SHLOOOOP!

Puck

Shit shit shit! It was a Wyvern and it was here for me! Who had I pissed off now? It was obviously somebody in the winter court because that is where the damn things were from.

I started to formulate a plan in my head meant for defense when I felt a cold hand on my arm.

"What is that thing?" the girl I had been about to kiss asked. Under normal circumstances, she shouldn't have been able to see the monster, seeing only whatever the glamour made it out to be. But she referred to the Wyvern as an "it" which meant, she saw it for what it was.

"It's a Wyvern," I replied quickly, conjuring a knife up in my hand. I twirled it around in my fingers, looking for weak spots on the body.

"Why is it here?" the ever inquisitive goddess asked me softly. I risked a glance down at her and saw her glaring not at me, but at it, as if she was ready to murder it with just her eyes.

"I think that it is here for me," I replied truthfully, fully admitting that I was the one who was putting her in danger.

She remained silent, contemplating the situation. I looked back at the Wyvern, seeing it knock over the two fey that had stood up to fight it. One of them flew against the wall, knocked unconscious, the other one disappeared due to death.

I knew I needed to act fast.

"Look ma'am, I need you to stay back as I fight this creature, okay? I don't want you to get hurt." I said to her, not taking my eyes off the Wyvern as it slowly made its way to us, knocking mortals out of the way.

As mortals ran past us, I caught blips of speech from them stating it was a gunman in the building. So that is what the glamour portrayed it as.

I left the girl there, temporarily forgetting about her, concerned only for her safety. Approaching the Wyvern, I jumped on it and started my attack.

Alucinda

I wasn't crazy. I genuinely wasn't crazy.

I had seen creatures like this one before, this thing that the boy referred to as a Wyvern, but never had I actually had to face one.

When I was younger, I would see these scary creatures all the time. I once tried to tell my mother, but she gave me this glazed-over look that made me feel like I was crazy. So I never mentioned the creatures that I would see.

I watched the boy, who I now sensed was more of a man fighting the monster. My blood felt as if it was boiling and I wanted to jump into the fight as well. This creature was encroaching on my territory and as I was about to jump in and fight alongside the boy when something grabbed me from behind.

"Don't do it Alucinda," a deep voice whispered in my ear, "You're about to get involved in a war that will destroy the Iron Kingdom, don't do it. Go home. Forget about all of this."

The hand let me go and I jerked round to try and catch a glimpse of whatever it was that held me. Nobody was there except for fleeing students and staff. I looked around for Jason, suddenly remembering that he was supposed to be there. I didn't see him anywhere, So I guessed that he had escaped.

Turning back to the fight, I watched the boy with red hair leap about the monster. He wasn't proving to be successful as the Wyvern just played games with him.

I thought about listening to whoever told me to leave, but that boy right now needed help, and there was no way in hell that he could be allowed to die. I looked for a weapon, but found none. I knew that I needed to get involved in this fight right now or that boy would die.

I heard a scream, the boy had been flung into the wall by the monster and the monster was closing in on him.

Furious at it, one word possessed my thoughts, "Mine."

The rush of adrenaline occurred and I decided to attack. With power coursing through my veins, I made my move.

Running, I jumped onto the back of the Wyvern, wrapped my arms around its scaly neck, and pulled off its head.

A sickening "SHHLOOOSHP" came from its neck as it separated from its body.

Throwing the head to the side, I jumped off of its back and marched to the boy.

"Who are you?" I demanded, needing to know everything that was going on because my safety was involved.

The boy pushed himself up on his elbows and looked up at me.

"I am Puck. You may also call me Robin, as in Robin Goodfellow. The infamous trickster." He said in a serious voice.

With all the trouble that I had just gone through, I actually believed him, that he was THE Puck.

The world went black at that moment.

Puck

She passed out from shock.