The Seeker Book Two Brothers War

by soulsurfer4life

In the wake of the departure of the past gang, Phineas, ferb, Isabella, Buford baljeet, and charlotte find themselves caught in a war zone. The evil Necromancer is slowly tightening the noose, seeking Phineas' blood. Ferb promised himself he would protect his brother, but he finds keeping that promise harder than he anticipated…

4. Suspened Animation

Ugggh, I hate school sometimes. I'm in 9th grade, and homework has been keeping me from updating! How sad! Anyway, when we left off, Phineas nearly had his arm ripped off by a possessed wolf, sent by the Necromancer (Ch. 2) more about him later.

Ferb's POV

By the time we reached the inn, Phineas' face was almost a ghost white.

"Isabella! ISABELLA!" I called, knowing that she could heal him with her firefly extract. Isabella's grumpy face appeared insanely grumpy for a second then saw Phineas and her face went as white as Phineas' was.

"Oh my GOD! What happened?"

"I-I'm not sure. I heard him scream and found a wolf tearing his arm off." Isabella stopped.

"Ferb?" she said slowly. "Did that wolf have red, glowing eyes?"

"Yes, why?"

"Then I don't know if I can heal him. It was probably possessed by something or someone." My heart stopped in its tracks. The thought of losing Phineas was incomprehensible.

"There is another option…" Isabella started again, slowly. I looked her in the eye.

"He can go into suspended animation. It will heal him, but he'll be unable to move or be on the run. We'd have to stay here until he heals." I took a deep breath. I knew I had to, or else lose my brother.

"Ok. We'll have to do it."

"Ok. I think the innkeeper knows the spell. If not, we're sure to find someone who does." I picked up Phineas and followed Isabella into the inn.

At back at the inn, the innkeeper confirmed he did, indeed, know the spell.

"wa niasha lokea slepina" he chanted. A blue light glowed eerily below my brother as he rose a few inches off the table.

"there." He finished.

"how long will it take for him to be able to be on the run again?" I asked him. He looked at me with a look close to pity.

"I can't say I know, son. Could be a week, maybe a month. I'm sorry. I wish I had an answer."

"it's ok. Thank you, sir." I replied with as much dignity and politeness as I could muster, given the circumstances. He gave me a sad smile, and then left me, Isabella, and Phineas alone in the room.

"please, Phineas. Please pull through soon." I begged, more to myself than Isabella, who was now at my side, her hand on my shoulder reassuringly.