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All the names and spells are in Norwegian, if you want to translate them!
I will (in this chapter only) put the translations at the end of the chapter! Since there are so many!
Jerome is kinda OC in this story :/ Sorry if that bothers you!
Also I wrote this with different characters, so I am keeping them with the same last names (Expect for Nina). So that is why Patricia's and Alfie's last name is Unik, Fabian with Slott, and Jerome last name is Hage.
And last but not least, since I made Patricia and Alfie twins, just imagine Alfie with a lighter skin tone, and Patricia with a darker one.
Okay that is enough of me rambling, Here it is!
I am SOOOOOO sorry I haven't updated, I am just finishing school. It was the end of my eighth grade year and I had to focus on all the junk that my school had planned.
The shadows come out to play,
When their fears are at their highest,
Who is afraid of themselves?
Who is afraid of losing the one they love?
My heart was pounding, I could hear it. It felt like it was making it's way up my throat. I didn't know what I was so afraid of that would haunt me, but it looks like the others did. The orangey-pink sky had vanished, and the crystals had stopped glowing. We were in dark territory now, one wrong move and we were toast. All these people, once so brave, when fears come out to play, they lose their faith.
"Everyone off the horses." Eddie told us, and we did as he told us. He took the reins off all the horse, and started walking away.
"Where are you going?" I asked him.
"Messiah, I am leaving and taking the horses to a safer place."
"Why aren't you staying?"
"I cannot."
"You are suppose to protect me!" I told him.
"Somethings you have to do on your own, Messiah, or you will never be brave."
"I'm not the coward walking away." Eddie's eyes grew dark. He walked up to me, and for a moment, I wanted to run back to Trudy.
"Know where you stand Messiah." He growled. He turned and walked away from me, taking the horses reins again and walked away from us.
"Yeah, I'm gonna die. No prophecy to fulfill anymore, you can all go home." I sighed, and Alfie put a hand on my shoulder.
"We won't let you die, Princess."
"Call me that ever again and I will kill you." I gave him a smile as he backed away.
"We should start walking; it's better than staying in one place." Fabian said.
We started walking, wary of everything around us. Our six hearts were beating as fast as the speed of sound. Everyone stood close, and for once, all hatred and annoyance to one another was lost.
"Everyone, keep your voices down, and any weapons you have I recommend you take out now. You never know what we could be facing." Fabian said, taking out his sword. Alfie took out his, and Amber took out her knife. Patricia walked in front of us, her hands on fire so we could see.
"I really need to get a weapon after we get out of here." I whispered to Jerome who nodded in agreement.
Suddenly a noise came from behind us, crashing and thumping ranged out around us. My breath got caught in my throat. An arm snaked around my waist and threw me behind the person. Fabian put his free hand out, as if it would protect me. Patricia stood in front of him, both hands burning with fire.
"It's coming." Patricia whispered; voice shaking slightly.
"What is it Patricia?" Jerome whispered.
"Patricia, not that, please not that." Alfie whispered to his twin.
"I'm so sorry Alfie, I'm so very sorry." Patrica told him; tears spilling from her eyes.
"Alfie, what is it?" Fabian asked.
"It's how are parents died. It's the Brann Herre." He told us. He walked up to his sister and turned him toward her, "Patricia, that was not your fault that they died, we didn't know what you were. Mother and Father didn't die in vain, you tried to save us. You have no reason, no reason at all, to be afraid of that thing."
Patricia didn't respond, she just turned away from her brother. A bright light grew across the forest's darkness. The trees were black and had no leaves. I finally saw how dark it truly was.
A man, at least 7 feet taller than Alfie was the tallest in the group, stood in front of us. His eyes burning of fire, his hands like melted lava. Instead of flesh, his skin looked to be made out of burned coals, and in places where it was cracked, you could see red flames dancing inside him.
Patricia stood in front of us, and put on a brave face. Were we supposed to fight the monsters of our fears? I pushed my way in front of Fabian, trying to get to Patricia. He grabbed my waist, pulling me back.
"I have to help her." I told him, he shook his head.
"Remember what Eddie said; that some things you have to face on your own." He said.
I looked back at Patricia, she had created a ball of fire in her hands, and it was slowly growing larger and larger. Her silver eyes were glowing red. I turned to Alfie, whom of which had tears in his eyes. I put my hand on his shoulder. The ball of fire in Patrica's hand had grown even larger.
The man still stood in front of us. He was staring down at Patrica, her silver eyes still glowing, though the red had turned orange. Brann Herre, had started laughing at Patrica, and her shoulders slumped.
Though, that didn't stop my friend. Instead, she took the ball that she had made and threw it at the man. It hit him right in the gut. Brann Herre, tumbled over, creating a crash amongst the trees. Branches flew at us, and Fabian covered me. I coughed and blinked, everyone was fine.
"Trixie? Patricia? Are you okay?" I heard Alfie call out.
"Alfie..." She called back. I heard shuffling; I looked up, trying to make them out. It was so dark in this forest. I saw the silhouettes of two people, one taller and one shorter. They were holding onto each other while the shorter body was shaking.
I put up my hand and whispered, "Lys."
A ball of light shot out of my hand and floated in the sky. I saw that the two figures were Alfie and Patricia holding each other. You could hear her sobs, and his words trying to calm her down. I got up, stumbled a bit, and walked over to my friend. I took her in my own arms, and Alfie gave me a small smile.
"Ro deg ned, Patricia." I whispered in her ear. Amber walked up to us, and put an arm around Patricia.
"Bare slappe ung en og søvn, ingen smerte kommer til å finne deg, jeg vil bo som du slumrer, for å holde deg trygg og lyd, min lille elskling." She sung to our friend. Tears sprung to my own eyes.
We all stood there, the only sound was our steady breathing. My shirt was soaked at the shoulder with Patricia's tears. I felt an arm wrap around my waist and pull me close to them. It was Fabian. We just stood there holding each other. I broke away from the warm embrace and turned to my friends.
"We should keep moving, the worst is yet to come." I told them, and I saw the rest of them start walking away. I bent down the ground, and put my hand out.
"To små kniver, for å være mine våpen" I whispered, and two knives, sheathed and all, appeared on the ground in front of me. I put them in my broken belt loop, and there they stayed. I jogged to catch up to my group, and yes; I liked to consider myself the leader of this group of misfits. They had stopped, and I knew why.
Jerome was sprawled out on the ground. His mouth was open and his eyes had suddenly become bloodshot. Suddenly he let out a bloodcurdling scream. My hands flew up to cover my ears.
"What's going on?" I asked Alfie.
"Before this happened, he told us that his fear was being tortured. Apparently his father wanted him to be a knight for King Vemmelig, so his father would torture him and cause him great pain. The knights had to be brave any sort of pain, because King Far's knight would torture them to get information about the King's plans. I am sorry, Nina, but it's the way it was. I think he thinks right now that he's getting tortured all over again." He answered. I started to walk up to Jerome, when I was stopped yet again by Fabian.
"Nina, I told yo-"
"Somethings you have to face on your own, but others you need someone to hold your hand." I snapped at him, and shoved his arm away. I walked over to where Jerome was. I placed my hand on his.
"Hey Jerome, buddy, it's okay, no one's going to hurt you know. I promise." He moved away from my touch. I put my hand back on his, and I moved my head to his ear.
"Ro nå, ingen vil skade deg." He stopped screaming, and moving away. He still didn't move. I quickly placed my ear to his heart and sighed in relief when I heard it pumping. I saw his chest move up and down. I got up and moved away from him.
It took a few minutes but he sat up and looked at us sheepishly. Alfie put his hand out for him and helped him up. Jerome wiped some lone tears from his eyes, and I nodded. He opened his mouth, trying to explain.
"Jerome, there is no need to explain." Fabian said to him, "We should keep moving."
We started walking again, and we were more alert than ever. I stood in the front with Patricia, who was still getting over fighting Brann Herre, and it had drained a lot of energy out of her. The flames that danced in her hands were dimmer now. I put my hand on her shoulder, and signaled for her to stop.
"Lys." I lifted my hand to the tree tops and a ball of light once again flew out. It danced up in the trees, shining light down on our path. Patricia gave me a very thankful look. We continued to walk until Fabian stopped.
"Look who we have here, it's me." I heard Fabian's voice joke, and I turned around.
Fabian stood face to face with himself.
Alfie held my arm, and Amber stood in front of me.
"Fabian? What is going on?" My voice quivered.
"Nina, my sweet love, I am the bad side of your love. Your prince, in not so shining armor." The second Fabian chuckled. He walks over to me, and pushes Amber out of the way.
He put a grimy hand on my face, and the other started touching my hair. His blue eyes had turned so dark and hateful.
"Stay away from her." My Fabian yelled, pointing his sword at the back of the other's head. The second Fabian simply chuckled.
"You think you are so brave, ever since you found out you were the long lost Prince of Lurer, and ever since you fell in love with a girl who would give you a crown." The second Fabian turned from me, facing the real Fabian, "But I know you; you are not brave at all. You simply act like you are, because you think acting brave will get you the one you love. But it won't, you see, acting and lying will only break her heart."
"Fabian, don't listen to him, that's not true!" Alfie yelled, and Fabians sword fell to his side.
"But it is. I am no hero, if anything, I am just a wimp of a boy, raised in insanity. I am no Prince. I am just a boy." He looked so sad, and so helpless.
"Fabian, do not listen to what that thing says. It is simply trying to get into your head, that is what this is. It is all but a game for the shadows to play in. To scare us to our deaths, but do not fall for what they say is true. You are the bravest person I have met. You have already saved my life, Fabian, do not believe them. Believe me, if you believe in anything, Fabian, believe in me." I yelled, and he looked at me.
His doppelganger turned to me, a very vicious look in his eye. He put a hand out as if to grab me by the throat. He gasped, and fell to the ground. In his back, was a sword, Fabian's sword.
He stood there, a blank look upon his face. He looked up at me, and walked over. He embraced me, burying his head in my shoulder, even though he was much taller than me. I rubbed his back, trying to calm him down.
"It's okay Fabian, I am here, I will not leave." I whispered into his ear. His hold loosened, and we just stared at each other.
"Hey, love-birds, I don't really want to break up this little love fest, but I don't wanna die!" Alfie stated, and walked off. Amber and Patricia quickly followed, and Jerome trailed behind.
Fabian pulled his sword out of the doppelganger's back, and ripped a piece of his shirt off. He cleaned off the blade, and sheathed it once more. I gave him a small smile, and turned to walk off. He grabbed my hand, but he wouldn't meet my eyes when I faced him. I placed my hand on his face, and his eyes finally met mine.
"It's okay, Fabian, everyone will feel beaten down in this forest, just remember it's okay not to be brave every moment of every waking day, because sometimes, you just can't be." I told him, "We should catch up with the others."
"Not before I do this." He whispered, he placed his hands on my face, and before I knew it, his lips were on mine. I kissed him back, and then after a few seconds broke apart.
"We should get going." I whispered, and he nodded, he grabbed my hand and we went off to find the others.
We found them surrounding Alfie, whose body was racked with sobs. I pushed passed Jerome, to see what exactly was going on. Patricia was on the ground with a knife in her heart, but it wasn't the real Patricia, the real Patricia was trying to calm Alfie down. Alfie just simply pushed her away, over and over again. He didn't know it was Patricia, alive and well. I was about to walk up to Alfie, but Fabian stopped me.
"I got it this time, Nina." He moved in front of us, and knelt beside Alfie.
He placed a hand on Alfie's shoulder, "Hey, Alfie, look over there." Alfie followed his command.
"Patricia is not dead, Alfie. She's just over there, look. Your sister is very much alive. It is okay." Alfie got up and hugged his sister, and it was his turn to cry. Fabian stepped back, and put an arm around my shoulders.
"We really need to move on, we should be out soon enough." I heard Amber tell the twins. We turned to walked down the path. .
We walked further, and then Amber stopped. I heard laughing, and I quickly got out my knifes. I turned around to see Amber face to face with two people, a very frighten look upon her face. The people were glowing white, and they wore white robes that fell upon the ground. The woman had long pink hair, while the man had short silver hair. I noticed the woman had elf ears, and that's when I knew they were Amber's parents.
"Mother, Father." She whispered, turning towards them.
"Amberly." Her father said shortly.
"I go by Amber now." She replied.
"We named you Amberly, and you go with Amber. You were always a disgrace to this family." Her mother scoffed. "You were the worst wizard in the village, you always blew things up, always wanted to tend to your garden and never play with the other children."
"We were frowned upon from the High Wizard Veiviser, because I had a daughter that could barely make a fire appear from her hands." Her father snapped.
"I never meant to disappoint you."
"And now you run around with the looks of hooligans, and a human." Her mother glared right at me.
"Actually mother, they are not hooligans, they are the children of the prophecy, and that 'human' happens to be Nina Amethyst Håper, Princess of the lost Kingdom of Frelser, and the Messiah of Lurer, so if I were you, I would watch my mouth."
"Amber, my last name is Martin, not Håper." I told her.
"It is in your language, but in ours it translates to Håper." She answered.
"So this must mean you are the wizard, the all great and powerful wizard that will help defeat Onde. Yet you couldn't even pass a class in that dumb school." Her father sighed.
"That school never taught me anything."
"Of course it never did, look at you, you are a dishonor on the Stave family." Her father yelled. I stepped in, ready to punch these people in the face.
"Dishonor? This girl is the first person I met in this world, and I trust her with all of my heart. She is an amazing wizard, and I am so lucky to have her in my group of misfits." I snapped.
"Misfits? Of course, only our daughter would travel to kill the evil one with a group of unloved misfits." Her mother said.
"A group of misfits that fit together perfectly. I don't know why I was ever afraid of you, I shouldn't be." Amber looked back at us. "Go, be gone. You are not welcome here anymore."
Amber took out her knife, and plunges it in both of the bodies, the glow fades away. Amber looks content with herself, and she turns to me.
"Even in death they were bitter." She laughs, and soon all of us are laughing also. We wipe our eyes and start walking again. I realize that I am the only one that hasn't face my fear yet. I don't know what it is, but I know it will not be pretty.
The more we kept walking the more nervous I got. Everyone knew what they were facing, Patricia with Brann Herre, Fabian with himself, and Amber with her parents. I didn't think I was afraid of losing too much, I already lost my parents, and my grandmama, what else could I have to lose?
That's when I heard it, the crashes coming for me, around me, chasing after me like I was tennis ball thrown for a dog. My breathing got shallow, and my world tipped over. I hit the ground with a soft thud, making my shoulder ache.
The crashes got closer, and stained my eyesight red. No, not this day, not this moment. Please. I saw the glass flying into my mother's head, and the metal sinking into my father's chest. My mother turns to me, ready to speak her last words. I saw her shrine for a second, and her hazel eyes were replaced with a dark violet, much like my own. Her brown hair replaced with long silver hair. I looked over at my father, and his brown eyes were a mint green color and his hair purple instead of the dirty blonde that I had grown to love.
"Be brave, Nina, be very brave." My father whispered to me, and my eyes welled up with tears.
"Find our kingdom, find Lurer, find the children of the prophecy." My mother reached out and took my hand.
"We love you, Nina Amethyst Håper, Pr-" My mothers hand grew cold, and her eyes were lifeless. They glowed again and returned to the parents I knew and loved.
It played over and over in my mind, never ending, never stopping. It was like a movie that someone put on loop and it never stops playing, even if you try and cut the power. Slowly, the movie stopped playing, and the credits were rolling.
"Nina, wake up, please wake up." I felt a raindrop fall on my face, then something warm press to my mouth. I blinked and figures started to become clear, but everything was still so fuzzy.
"Fabian we need to get her out of here."
"Amber, I understand that, but what if she hasn't finished facing her fear?"
"We'll have to figure that one on our own." I felt a warm hand grab my arm and put it around their neck. Two arms lifted me up off the ground.
Fabian and Amber were chatting while they walked, and carried me. Eventually it got brighter out, and I was laid on the ground again. I blinked, and my vision came into focus. I saw everyone surrounding me, relieved looks upon their faces. Fabian knelt down beside me, and held my hand.
"Hey." He smiled.
"Hey." I smiled back.
"How are you feeling? You had a pretty nasty fall back there." Jerome asked.
"I'll be fine, I promise." I sat up and looked around.
I saw some ruins up ahead, ones that looked like a castle. I slowly got up, and looked closer.
"What's that?"
"The Forest of Crystals is the end of Lurer and the start of-" Amber started.
"Frelser." I whispered.
"Yes."
"I have to go there. Now." I said, starting to walk over there. An arm grabbed mine, and turned me around.
"Why?" Fabian asked.
"Because I have to know where I would have grew up, where I would have live, what I would have ruled."
