well I hope everyone had a nice Mother's Day yesterday!
and here it is number 7. thanks to all who reviewed they mean a lot and i'm glad you guys are liking this
Ron ran his hand along the stone wall of the cave he'd come to know as a second home. While it had been good to spend some time with his family after returning home Ron was happy to be back at the den. He entered the main cavern and passed a few members. Ron greeted them and the patted him on the back as they passed, they were geared up and obviously going on a mission. "Ron!"
"Hey Jen." Ron gave his surrogate older sister a hug.
"Glad to have you back." Jen squeezed Ron tight.
"Glad to be back. Don't know how useful I can be without a weapon though." Ron said dejectedly, remembering how his precious sword was broken by Voldemort a few weeks ago.
"Oh that won't be a problem. Come with me." Jen lead Ron down the passageway towards the forge. Ron could feel the heat from the forge and hear Jezza's hammer striking metal. "Jezza!" Jen shouted, trying to get her voice over the loud hammer falls. The large man stopped his work. "Ron's here. Give him the thing."
"Hey pup." Jezza set down his tools and moved over to a weapon rack. "Been working on this ever since I got back." He pulled a weapon wrapped in black cloth off the rack and gave it to Ron.
Ron unwrapped from the top, revealing a katana handle. The pommel was a dark grey steel, the handle was fourteen inches and had the traditional samurai wrap with dark green cloth, and set inside the diamond pattern were green emeralds. The blade came next, it was shaped like a katana blade but unlike Alec's whose blade was inch wide Ron's was four inches and the length of the blade was five feet and made of dark metal. For the tsuba there was a white circle, clearly representing the moon. Etched into the metal were two figures of wolves, one going up the other down as if they were going to bite each other's tails. "This is wicked."
Jezza smiled, glad his work was appreciated. Not that he doubted it wouldn't be. "Channel your energy into it." Ron gripped the handle and did as instructed. The emeralds in the handle lit up and the blade revealed its runes, but they weren't runes. Glowing on both sides of the blade in white were the phases of the moon, with the full moon in the middle and a just a white ring for new just above the tsuba. "I tried something new. I was able to apply runes but managed to change the look of them into something more decorative."
"I love it." Ron gripped the blade with both hands. "Is there a sheath?"
"Didn't have enough time to make a custom one for ya. So I'll teach you how I keep my weapon on my back with magic." Jezza offered. Ron was excited to learn that. Getting his first sword out of the sheath and off his back had been difficult at first. And this sword was even bigger than the last.
"I'll leave you boys to play with your toys." Jen chuckled and left the two after they said goodbye.
"Ok Ron it's a simple enough charm that can be cast wandlessly. Which is good since in combat you might not even have it if you're using your sword primarily. All you have to do is channel your magic to your back." Jezza demonstrated the technique. It was so simple Ron had it down in a half hour.
"This is so much easier." Ron said as he placed his knew blade on his back. "Why didn't I learn this the first time?" After saying bye to Jezza Ron went to his assigned room. There he unpacked his things.
"Knock! Knock!"
"Hey Alec." Ron had smelt his senior approaching. "What's going on?"
"Was wondering if you wanted to get a few rounds in to celebrate your return." Alec leaned against the doorway. "I know you were training at the school but I doubt it compares to going up against a real fighter."
Ron smirked, flashing an elongated canine in challenge. "I could go a few rounds." The two went over to the training room.
"Nice new sword. Time to put a few miles on it." Alec drew his sword and Ron pulled his off his back. The runes lit up. Alec stepped forward but Ron swung his blade horizontal. Alec blocked and the impact slid him back. "Wow. There's more power behind it."
"Jezza was able to make the blade lighter. So I can swing faster and harder."
"Faster and harder." Alec chuckled. "If I had a dollar for every time I heard that."
"You'd have a dollar!" Ron launched his own attack.
"Oh that's cold bro." Alec responded. The clang of metal rang out as both competitors fought. The runes leaving wispy trails of energy as the blades were swung. Alec parried Ron's sword and swept Ron's legs. Ron jumped and brought his blade down. Alec blocked but Ron forced him to one knee. Thinking quick Alec rolled forward under Ron's legs. Grabbing the pup's ankle he pulled, sending Ron onto his stomach. Hastily Ron got up and grabbed his sword. Turning around he saw Alec waiting for him. "Took you long enough to get up."
"Oh you know me I like to be lazy. Thought I could get a nap in down there." Ron shot back.
"I thought we beat that laziness out of you." Alec and Ron circled each other.
"You know what they say. Old habits die hard." Ron gripped his blade, channeling his magical energy into the blade. The runes on the blade glowed brighter. Ron jumped, bringing his sword down. "Shining Sword Slash!" With the blade in the air the glow intensified even more, so bright it blocked Ron from view.
"Yeah fuck that." Alec jumped back. Ron's attack struck the ground, leaving a large gash in it. As he pulled his blade up you could see small white flames left in the crevice. But all Alec could see was the glow, his eyes were downcast.
Ron made the glow disappear as he charged another attack. The blade was replaced with a white flame. Alec looked up to find Ron right in front of him. "Burning Slash!" Alec was able to just get a barrier up in time to be knocked back and sent rolling on the ground. As he stopped, laying on his back, he looked up to see Ron above him with his sword pointed down. The tip of the blade, which was charged with energy, looked as if it was breaking the atmosphere. "Falling Meteor Strike!"
"Shit!" Cursing Alec rolled onto his feet and threw himself clear of the blast. There was an explosion as Ron's blade sunk into the ground. Only the handle, tsuba and an inch and a half of the blade. "Ok! I think we're done here!" Alec said getting up. "Damn you got strong. I wasn't prepared for that." Ron beamed with pride at having his strength acknowledged. "Go wash up and get some chow." Alec watched Ron leave and after he left. Walking the corridors he made his way to Sehan's office and pushed the doors open.
"Hello Alec. How is Ron doing? Glad to be back?" Sehan set some papers down.
"Oh yes he's happy to be back and is practically in love with his new weapon." Alec sat himself across from Sehan. "We sparred a bit to see how much he has progressed since he left. It was unreal. It's like he had been training with us all school year not those training dummies he spawned in that room."
"So he's stronger than expected. This is good."
"Yeah but I don't understand how that could be possible. He's way ahead of the projected cap of his power." Alec said.
"There is the tale of warriors drawing immense strength from the moon." Sehan explained. "If this is the case Ron has the potential to be one of the strongest wizards of his time."
Alec pondered this. "Is there any way to know for certain?"
Sehan shook his head. "Sadly no. If Ron is one of these legendary warriors the power has to manifest itself. There is no known way to force it."
Ron was biting into a turkey leg, a cup of ale sitting half empty, a roll with a bite taken out of it and a plate with some mashed potatoes covered in melted butter, corn and some mushrooms.
"Hey Ron." Cam sat down next to the rookie member, his gear clinking together as he moved. "Good to see you back."
"Cam." Both warriors bumped fists. "Nice to see you."
Cam's gaze went to Ron's back and he let out a whistle. "Man I'm liking the new hardware. I've been wondering what's been keeping Jezza cooped up in the forge the last couple days."
"I like it too. A good replacement for the one Voldemort broke." Cam nodded to that. "What have you been up to since then?"
"Had a quick item procurement mission. It was rather boring."
"You always say that whenever there is no violence involved, brother." A new figure approached the two.
"Shut up Mickey." Mickey Attins, Cam's twin brother. Same red eyes and brown hair though it longer and in a ponytail. He had on black cargo pants, boots, a white undershirt. Over that a black flak jacket. On his hands were black gloves, fingerless save the index and middle finger on his right hand. On his back was a dark brown leather quiver with a glowing orange rune on the back, the straps went over is right shoulder and then back under his left arm. Another strap was opposite that. Instead of arrows in the quiver there was a large orange gemstone. Also on Mickey's back was his recurve bow. The handle was large enough to be gripped by two hands, wrapped in white cloth. Instead of wood the bow was made of gemstone like the stone in the quiver. A thick piece of black cord made up the string. Attached to the harness by his left shoulder was the standard dagger.
"Mickey Attins. We've never been properly introduced." Mickey extended his hand toward Ron.
"Ron Weasley." Ron returned the handshake.
"Oh I know who you are Dragon Rider." Mickey sat down at the table. "So how was it? Riding a dragon I mean."
"It was wicked." Ron went on to explain the first task. Everything from the fighting to being carried off. The trio swapped Hogwarts stories after that, Ron listened well into the evening. "Man it's late."
Cam stood and yawn. "Man good times."
Mickey stood, stretching. "So Ron. Cam and I are going to be taking a mission after a couple days of rest. Want to tag along?"
"Sure! Sounds like it'll be fun." Ron was eager to get back in the field.
"Excellent!" Cam cheered. "You can put that new blade to work. This'll be fantastic."
So Ron spent the next few days following a routine. Training then resting. It was after six days that he was ordered into Sehan's office. He was told to come with his gear. Donned in his combat gear Ron entered to find Cam and Mickey there with Sehan. "Welcome Ron." Ron took a seat between Cam and Mickey.
"What do you got for us sir?" Cam spoke.
"Kidnapping. A politician has gone missing. Calvin Jencho. His home broken into and trashed."
"Any reason someone might want him gone?" Mickey asked.
"His competitor is the most likely reason. Mr. Jencho has some promising policies he wanted to implement and was very popular for getting elected."
"We'll take it." Mickey stood. Sehan handed him a scroll. "Be back as soon as we can."
The three left the office. "So where we heading?" Cam asked.
Mickey opened the scroll. "Cairo."
"Woo Egypt!" Cam cheered.
"Damn. That's a far walk." Said Ron.
"Looks like we're going to an airport first." Mickey folded up the scroll and stuck it in his jacket.
Ron blinked. "Air what?"
Ron was in awe as he walked through the building. "This is wicked."
"Wait till you get on the plane." Cam spoke as stepped through security. They were wearing regular muggle clothes and their weapons shrunk and stowed in their pockets. The trio walked to their gate and sat down.
Ron tapped his foot on the ground, looking around the terminal and all the sights. "So how long do we have to wait?"
"See that thing over on the wall?" Cam pointed. "That half is arrivals. Flight nineteen forty two is coming in soon, about twenty five minutes. Flight twenty sixty nine is our flight out to Cairo which leaves about fifty minutes after it gets here." The werewolf gunman explained.
Sure enough an Airbus 330 taxied into the gate and the werewolves boarded and sat themselves in first class. "My father has been fascinated by aircraft for years and now I'm the first Weasley on a plane."
"Attention ladies and gentlemen thank you for flying British Airways."
The aircraft landed in Egypt and Ron got off the plane. He went over to the window and looked out at the plane. "Wicked."
"Hey newbie." Mickey called out. "Let's go." Ron pulled himself away from the giant plane and fell into step beside Cam and Mickey. Outside a grey Lincoln Navigator was waiting for them on the curb. They tossed their bags in the back, Cam climbed in the driver's seat, Mickey in the passenger seat and Ron was laying in the middle row.
Cam put the keys in the ignition and started driving. "So where's the hotel?"
"Turn left at the next light." Mickey directed. Soon enough the Lincoln pulled up in front of a large hotel. There was a white stone slab path up to the door, large ornate fountains on the side. The three mercenaries got their car valeted and walked into the lobby. A large chandelier hung from the ceiling, a large front desk, a spiral staircase off to the right, marble floors and expensive furniture and art decorated the place.
Ron let out a whistle. "Wow."
"Gotta admit the perks of this job are nice aren't they?" Mickey patted Ron on the back as he moved toward the front desk. Cam winked at Ron as he followed his brother. Ron continued to look around as the other two checked in.
Cam broke Ron out of his daze. "This way pup." The three entered a lift which brought them up to a penthouse. "You ready for this?" Ron nodded as the doors opened up to a hallway, black marble floor and wood paneling walls. At the end of the hall they turned the corner and came to a large living room. Bright wood floor, large glass table with white leather chairs directly in front of them. To their left and down three steps was a circular pit, red carpet, black sofa and a large TV on the wall. Glass walls showed an outside deck. A white stone wall with a black metal railing kept people from walking off the ledge. Wooden framework hugged the sides of the balcony and supported a straw awning.
"Wow this is incredible." Ron looked over the view on the deck.
"Not bad huh?" Cam sat himself on a deck chair, in his hand was a beer.
"It's amazing." Ron moved back into the main room. "So what's the plan?"
Mickey was looking over the notes they had. "Well we're going to go search the crime scene and look for clues."
"Jinkies!" Cam yelled from the balcony.
"Yes cartoon reference, thank you brother. Want a Scooby Snack?"
"Res Rease! Hehehehehe!"
Mickey rolled his eyes and set the last of his pages down. "Once we find something to act on we'll proceed accordingly." Ron just nodded. "For now though relax. Have to be at the top of our game tomorrow."
And relax they did. Cam put in for room service and they ate like kings. Ron was introduced to the wonderful world of television. Cam and Mickey popped in several movies Ron enjoyed.
The next morning they were up early and after a quick breakfast were downstairs in the Navigator driving through the streets. "Take a left here." Mickey directed his brother. Cam took the turn. "Park in the alley at the end of the street." The three warrior hopped out of the SUV and slipped under the police tape.
"Bloody hell." Ron said as he stepped through the threshold. The place was trashed, furniture overturned and broken glass littered the floor.
"Hopefully the locals haven't poked around too much." Cam kicked some debris with his foot.
"Spread out." Mickey ordered. The three mercenaries moved about the place, sniffing and searching for clues. It didn't take them long to find something.
"Looks like some files were taken." Cam called from the office. "Computer was wiped too."
"Ron! Cam! Over here." Mickey was standing in front of a blown out window. Reaching up he grabbed a piece of cloth. "Someone ripped their shirt." He brought it to his nose an inhaled to get the scent before passing it to Ron. The youngest did the same before handing over.
"And they just left this here?" Cam got the scent.
"I can smell it from the building across the street." Ron spoke up. "It's actually really strong."
"Ha!" Cam laughed and tossed the piece aside. "Now I get it. It's a trap. They're watching the place. See who comes investigating."
"And we walked right into it. Prepare for attack!" They had maybe four seconds before the front door was blown open. Cam heard someone coming up the stairs and lifted his right hand.
"Avada-" The assailant's spell was cut short as Cam fired a burst of blue energy from his gun. The body fell back downstairs.
"Spread out!" Cam shout. Ron gripped his sword tightly as Mickey drew his bow. The string vanished and the bow wielding twin seemed to snap the shaft in the middle. Now in his hands were two Khopesh. The orange gem of the bow shaft served now was the curved blades of the Egyptian sickle-sword. Mickey led his way down the stairs as Cam fired out the window.
"We don't have long before the muggles show up!" Ron yelled as he jumped the last seven steps and kicked down his opponent. Swinging his oversized katana he slashed the chest of another.
Mickey was fending off two hooded figures who seemed to be launching debris at him. Skillfully he twirled his blades destroying the incoming objects. A third entered the fray and lifted up a large couch and sent it at Mickey. Ron saw this and jumped in front of it, cleaving the couch in two before sending a wave of energy in retaliation.
Quickly realizing that they were being overpowered by the three the remaining attackers fled the scene. "Cam lock this place down we're going after them!"
"Got it!"
"Let's go!" Sheathing their weapons they ran outside and using their enhanced abilities easily got up onto the next roof. Off in the distance Ron heard sirens and hoped whatever Cam was doing he'd be gone before the police arrived. Mickey and Ron were pursuing two and they split off. "I'm going left!" Ron nodded and continued to chase. He was jumping roofs with better skill.
"Get back here you wanker!" Ron yelled. The man jumped down into an alley and Ron followed, landing and sprinting down after him. They emerged into a market place. Unlike Ron who easily dodged and swerved around people the hooded man ran into others and knocked over stalls of goods.
After stumbling through the market they were back in an alley. The man took a glance back at Ron, which was his undoing. As he was about to exit the alley he didn't turned back around in time, he didn't see a black Lincoln Navigator pull up in front of him. But he saw the hood of the SUV, after he smacked his face against it.
Cam popped out of the sunroof, arms up in the air cheering. "Ten points!"
"Excellent driving brother." The passenger door popped open and Mickey climbed out. "Nice chasing Ron." Grabbing the unconscious body the archer dragged him to the back and tossed him in the trunk with their other prisoner.
Ron got in the back. "So what did you do before you left?" He asked Cam.
"I cast a spell that destroyed evidence of us ever being there. Prints, hair, bodily fluids. Muggles can use all that as evidence." Cam informed. "While we advanced in magic to make things easier for us they developed tools." He gestured to the SUV as an example. "Some are especially dangerous Ron, be careful."
The trunk was closed and Mickey got back in his seat. "Let's find a warehouse."
James Carvel and Louis Phar were not expecting highly trained combat mercenaries to be called in when they volunteered to watch the house. Swords, guns and bows and arrows were not what they signed up for. Neither was waking up in a dark room. "Hey Louis? You awake?"
Louis groaned. "Yeah."
"You ok?" James asked.
"My face fought the hood of a car and lost." Louis whined.
"Car wins every time." Said a new voice. A light flicked on. Cam stood between the two, who were tied to chairs. The light hung low with the bulb swinging due to the force of the string pull used to turn it on. "Gotta say," Cam turned to Louis. "Seeing your face bounce off that was hilarious." He ruffled the man's hair.
The door to the room opened, Ron and Mickey entered. "Yes brother it was quite entertaining."
Cam moved toward the wall, spinning so he'd lean back against it. "If I could make a highlight reel I'd play this from several different angles and have slow mo. I'll call it 'Cam's super awesome highlight reel.' Awesome."
Ron lifted his hand. "I'd watch it."
"We'll talk about the highlights from our adventure later. Right now we need to focus." Mickey stood in front of Louis. "I'll start with you." Mickey lowered himself and looked Louis right in the eye. Louis' body started shaking as Mickey searched his mind for the information he wanted. After three minutes Mickey regained control of his body, leaving Louis drooling and unconscious. "Well, all that was interesting. Now you." He repeated the process on James.
Outside in the Lincoln the three sat and talked. "Their base is at the pyramid. A network of tunnels separates us from Jencho."
"And who knows how many guards." Cam added.
"Yes that too." Mickey sighed. "Plus they know we're coming."
"We still have to get him." This time Ron spoke. "We'll just have to go through them."
"Cam how long until sundown?" Mickey asked is twin.
"Seven hours." The gunner replied.
"Seven hours till we make our move." Mickey turned on the sound system of the car. "Let's ride."
On a hill overlooking the back of the pyramid three sets of eyes were watching. A large whole had been blasted out of the back. A pair of guards lazed about the entrance. "Well, we know there's two at least." Cam joked.
"It's the ones inside we have to worry about." Mickey plucked at his bow string.
"We can take them." Ron was feeling confident as he sat on the hood basking in the setting sun, enjoying the calm before the upcoming storm.
"Working on your tan up there Ron?" Cam teased their rookie.
Once the sun finally went bellow the horizon the three mercenaries got their gear together. "Party time." Cam chuckled as he loaded his blue crystal into his shotgun.
"We're going to do this quickly and quietly." Mickey ordered as he stood atop the sand hill. "I'll take care of the guards." His index, middle and ring fingers on his right hand drew the bowstring back and he tilted the bow to the right a few degrees. Two arrows of white light formed and they flew swiftly through the air.
Ron watched as the two guards hit the ground and the three warriors sprinted down towards the pyramid. They pressed themselves against the wall next to the entrance, Cam and Ron on the right, Mickey on the left. The twins peaked around the edge. "Looks clear." Cam said.
Mickey inhaled through his nose. "No strong scents in the immediate vicinity." Ron drew his sword as Mickey turned into the main hall, bow raised. Cam followed, shotgun up and ready. Ron brought up the rear. "It's this way."
The trio snuck through the hall, they knew if they were spotted the mission would end in failure. Also the end of Jencho's life, which was something they wanted to avoid at all cost.
Mickey raised his fist and they pressed themselves against the wall. They came to another corner. "Got three guards. Two on the left in a row and one on the right."
Ron stepped forward. "I got the two." Mickey looked to Ron's sword, then to Ron then back at Cam. The gun totting twin just nodded. Mickey nodded back at Ron. Mickey turned swiftly and fired an arrow, striking his target in the throat. Ron rolled to the other side of the hall. As he stood he swung his blade down. It flew straight through the air and through both targets and the blade went into the back wall.
Cam let out an impressed whistle. "Wow. Double kill."
"Impressive." Mickey agreed. Ron retrieved his sword. "It shouldn't be much farther."
"These guys really made this place their own didn't they." Cam commented as the group rounded another corner.
"I'm wondering where everyone else is." Ron spoke what everyone was thinking.
Mickey peaked around the corner. "I think I found the answer to that question Ron." In a large room a large number of robed figures were all bowing to an altar and chanting with glowing symbols under them, upon which Jencho was restrained. A woman was behind the altar, also wearing a black robe but the hood was pulled back revealing long dark red hair.
Cam cursed. "Fucking cultists."
"Of course. They kidnap Jencho, make it look political so everyone is chasing after a false lead." Mickey explained.
"If we hadn't captured those two and interrogated them we'd never have figured out where they're holing him." Ron watched the ritual. "What are they trying to do?"
Cam took another glance. "Aw shit. Sarcophagus, back of the room." There was indeed a large sarcophagus, it was dull gold with purple accents.
"They're trying to awaken whatever is in that thing no doubt." Mickey gripped his bow. "Everyone ready?" The metallic clicks of gear being readied was all they needed before they charged into the room.
"Everyone freeze!" Cam aimed his gun at that altar. "Shut this ritual down! Now!"
"You're too late it's already done." The woman waved her hand at the sarcophagus and runes around the edges lit up.
"Then what's Jencho for? You opened it already! What's his purpose?!" Mickey yelled.
"To be the first sacrifice. His energy will restore our queen to power as the prophecy dictates!" The lid fell forward and hit the ground with a heavy thud. Inside wrapped in old bandages and covered in purple robes was a mummy.
"Kill it!" Cam fired his gun. Mickey released arrows. Ron sent waves of energy. The necromancer quickly brought up a shield which the attacks bounced off of. The mummy shambled forward toward the altar, its eyes glowing a bright purple.
"Oh Ankhetitat. We offer you the blood of your betrayer." Jencho tried to scream but it was muffled.
"Full power!" Cam fired a continuous beam at the barrier. Mickey used a large volley of arrows. Ron sword ignited with white energy and the young werewolf slammed into the barrier. They couldn't make a dent. They also noticed the chanting from the other cultists intensified. "She's getting buffed from all of them! These runes draw on their power to power her up."
Ankhetitat leaned over Jencho and drew out his energy leaving him a shriveled up corpse. The life force energy swirled around Ankhetitat. The bandages and robe fell away showing a young woman in her late twenties with short dark hair and blue eyes. "Ah yes a fresh body." She ran her hands over her nude form. "Just like new." With a flick of her wrist the robe came to her hand and she put it back on. "You've done well…"
"Alma, my lady." Alma bowed.
"Alma. Question. Who are these intruders?" The resurrected witch looked over the mercenaries.
"They were here to rescue the sacrifice." Alma explained. "Made quite a mess of things but nothing we couldn't handle."
"So are they strong?" Ankhetitat eyes their weapons. "They look strong."
"Killed several of my…your best men, my lady." Ankhetitat grinned at that. "What would you like to do with them?"
"Why don't you come out from behind that barrier?" Cam taunted. "I'm itching for a good fight."
"I think they'll serve me." Ankhetitat snapped her fingers.
"What do we do?" Ron asked. "Guys? Guys!?" Ron looked over to his companions. Their eyes were glowing purple just like the undead witch's had been.
"Oh what's this? Someone immune to my magic?" Ankhetitat frowned. "Very well. Boys, if you'd please. Dispose of this trash." Cam and Mickey turned on Ron. Ron blocked a bolt of energy and narrowly dodged two arrows.
"I thought we were immune to charm effects!" Ron yelled, rolling under a kick from Cam.
"You think they are charmed? Ha!" The ancient Egyptian laughed at the young warrior. "No they're cursed. Curse of the mummy." Ankhetitat laughed menacingly. "Don't know why you're unaffected though. No matter you'll be dead soon."
"Think again!" Ron jumped away from his allies. "Been saving this one for a rainy day. Sorry it had to be you guys." Ron stuck his sword in the ground and a blue rune circle appeared. Cam and Mickey raised their weapons but weren't fast enough as two identical circles appeared under them. Ron touched the palm of his hand to the pommel of his sword. "Seal!" Cam and Mickey froze in place.
"Shame you would have been a fine warrior."
"Think you can use my own friends against me!?" Ron was mad. She went after his friends. Ron was very protective of his friends. Ankhetitat hit the friend button, she shouldn't have done that.
"Alma would you handle this please." Ankhetitat ordered.
"At once my lady." Alma bowed and reached into her sleeve, producing her wand. Ron readied his sword, eyeing down Alma as she passed through the barrier. "You three just had to interfere didn't you?"
"It's what we do." Ron growled. "Now I'll give you this one chance."
Alma chuckled darkly. "Well you're pretty confident. But I think I'll take my chances. Look around." Ron took a quick glance, finding himself surrounded by the hooded cultists.
"Oh so now they decide to do something?" Ron smirked. Alma fired a spell. Ron turned and ducked, the purple bolt flew over his head. As he rose he swung his blade, sending a wave of white energy. It cut through a few of the cultists. Their wands were out now, firing spells as Ron dodged, ducked, dipped, dived and dodged out of the way. Easily he cut down each foe who stood in his way. These cultists were easily cannon fodder. When the last had fallen he charged Alma, bringing his sword down. "Burning Slash!"
Alma raised her own shield to block the strike. She felt herself being overpowered. No longer having the support of the other cultists to strengthen her magic. Ron gripped his sword tighter and pushed, cracking the barrier. Eventually it came down and Alma staggered back and fell down. Ron stood over her, sword pointed at her throat. "Yield."
"Never." Raising her wand quickly Alma fired another spell, aimed at Ron's head. Swiftly the young warrior tilted his head out of the way. The spell it the ceiling and exploded. Ron struck quick, one swift slash across the neck.
Ankhetitat narrowed her eyes as the last remaining threat killed her last follower. And before Ron knew it his sword was knocked aside and he was lifted into the air, pinned to the wall by Ankhetitat. "I'll give you credit where it's due. Killing all of my followers was no small feat. But this is where it ends."
Ron smirked. "Before you kill me let me ask you something. Ever wonder why my friends hadn't broken out of my spell yet? They should've seven seconds ago, give or take." Ankhetitat glared at the wizard. "Never doubt the power of the moon."
Then came the sound of growls and roaring. Looking over her shoulder Ankhetitat saw the captured warriors, still standing in the magic circles. Directly above them a hole had been blasted out, from Alma's spell. And from that hole came beams of moonlight. Cam and Mickey's eyes were no longer glowing. Their bodies were shifting and soon replaced with the powerful form of werewolves. Two large wolves, they had a bit of black fur running from the top of their heads, halfway down their backs. Cam had black fur going down his right arm and Mickey had it going down his left. "Our turn." Ron snapped his fingers and his seals fell. Cam and Mickey rushed forward, swiping their claws at Ankhetitat.
Now free from her hold Ron stood and focused, transforming himself. Ankhetitat now had to deal with the full ferocity of three werewolves. Every time she knocked one back with a spell the other two were right there to pick up the slack. She retreated into the halls, using a spell to momentarily blind the three and escape into the maze of corridors. The howls of her enemies echoed the halls. Carefully she crept along, her hands up and ready to fight.
Things had quickly turned for her. Her followers dead and now she was being hunted. She was supposed to be a queen! Not hiding like some cowering animal trying to avoid becoming a meal.
More howls. They were getting closer, following her scent. Ankhetitat came to a dead end. This was it. Her last stand. Turning around she faced her fate. Three werewolves stared back. "I was supposed to be a queen!" She yelled. "You wretched, meddling, infuriating beasts!" That set them off. She raised a barrier but it was smashed through as if it were nothing. Jaws and claws descended on Ankhetitat.
"Long live the queen." Cam spat some blood out.
"What do we do about Jencho?" Ron asked, wiping off his face.
Mickey waved a hand over Ankhetitat's body. "I'm still detecting a life force."
"Jencho's life force didn't have enough time to properly fuse with her I bet." Cam stood over the corpse. "Time to let it out."
"Have to be quick no telling how long until it fades into nothing." Ron watched Cam and Mickey perform a series of hand motions quickly. It was one of the quickest rituals the two have ever performed. And when it was all over with orange energy flowed out of Ankhetitat's body and took off down the hall.
Jencho gasped as he came back to life. "I'm *cough* alive?"
"Hey he's up!" A new voice caused Jencho to turn his head. What he saw made his eyes go wide. Bodies littered the floor and stepping over them casually were three men in tattered shorts.
"Glad to have you back with us." Jencho was freed from the altar and the others collected their weapons. "If you come with us we'll explain everything." Jencho was led outside and back to the Lincoln. There the warriors changed out of their tattered clothes. They loaded up and were off back to the hotel.
Jencho was riding in the back with Ron. "So let me get this straight. My ancient Egyptian ancestor stopped an ancient witch? And my life force was the key to restoring her body?"
"That is correct." Cam said from the driver's seat.
"Her body hadn't completely fused with it so we were able to draw it out before it was gone completely." Mickey turned around to face Jencho. "We were very lucky."
"I don't know how to thank you."
"No thanks necessary." Ron said. "We were just doing our job."
Jencho spent the night in the hotel camped out on the couch. Cam sent word back to the pack and the three warriors crashed almost instantly when they sat down.
It was late morning by the time they woke up. So Mickey called in a late breakfast and all of them ate. It hit the spot, nothing like a good meal after a night battle and long rest. "That was good." Ron patted his stomach.
"So what's next?" Jencho asked, finishing his own meal.
"We pack up and head out." Cam got out of his seat and started collecting his gear and the others followed suit. Jencho waited patiently for them to finish. It took all of twenty minutes for them to pack and leave the room. Mickey was dealing with the front desk, Cam leaned against the counter next to him with his arms crossed. Ron was standing with Jencho off to the side.
"Calvin!" A new voice broke the silence of the atmosphere. A woman was running toward them.
"Elise!" Jencho met her halfway and hugged her.
Cam smirked. "A happy reunion. Mission accomplished boys. Let's go home boys."
"An interesting turn of events." Sehan set the file down. "Kidnapping, cultist rituals, ancient Egyptian witch."
"Just another day at the office." Cam crossed his arms behind his head.
"Quite." Sehan chuckled. "Thank you for the report. You're dismissed." The three warrior got up and left the office. Sehan turned to Alec. "Well?"
"Ron not being influenced by the curse is strange. That special moon warrior theory of yours is looking all the more real." Alec scratched his chin. "If it is true it will help in the coming war."
Harry was bored. His chores were finished hours ago. Cousin Dudley wasn't around messing with him. His uncle Vernon was at work. Aunt Petunia was ignoring him. Not that he wasn't grateful but sitting at home doing nothing all summer tended to be drain one's sanity. He found himself just staring at the wall at one point.
Currently he was laying in his Aunt's garden. Harry wasn't worried she'd come out and catch him since he was the one who always did the work in it anyway. So technically it was his garden. Reaching up he rubbed his eyes and sighed. Voldemort has been back for almost two months and Harry hasn't heard a single thing. The Daily Prophet continually bashed him and Dumbledore. Denying claims of Voldemort's return. The witness, Karkaroff, conveniently was deemed insane and locked away.
"Being lazy all summer." Harry's eyes shot open. He knew that voice. That voice was here to save him from boredom.
Sitting up Harry looked to his right. "Ron!" Indeed his werewolf friend was standing there, dressed in muggle clothing. "What are you doing here?"
"Well I decided to take a break from training and visit my best mate for a bit." Reaching down Ron offered a hand and helped Harry up. "Let's go."
"Go?" Harry watched his friend walk out of the backyard. "Go where?"
"You really think we're going to stay here with your relatives?" Ron chuckled. "I have something special planned." Harry followed Ron to the front yard where he saw a red Range Rover and another familiar face, the gunman who had come to rescue Ron and him from the graveyard. "Harry you remember Cam?"
"Hey kid." Cam nodded. "You tell him where you're taking him?"
"Not yet." Ron turned to his best friend. "Go grab your swim trunks mate."
Cam yelled. "And hurry! It's a bit of a drive to Greengrass Manor and the sooner we start the better!"
summer is half over. what does Ron have planned? what's going down at Greengrass Manor? stay tuned!
