Chapter 12

Emily's POV

At around three a.m., my eyes shot open from hearing an abrupt sound. I quickly sat up, and looked around. There was nothing there, and the others were still asleep. I slowly stood up to take a closer look. I tiptoed past the others, avoiding the edge.

"Hello there, sweetheart." I was almost three yards from our makeshift campsite, when an unknown figure grabbed me by the waist, and held a sword to my throat. "My, aren't you cute." I craned my neck barely an inch to see a human boy, who was a foot taller than I was. He had blonde hair, blue eyes, and wore a scale armor suit.

"Who are you?" I asked, now breathing heavily. The warm, peach color on my face turned into frightening white as he stared deeply into my eyes, an evil grin plastered on his face.

"You don't need to know," he whispered into my ear, not taking his eyes off me as he inched the sword closer to my neck. "Didn't the Witch warn you not to journey up here? You could get hurt, or even killed." I didn't want to look at him again, so I looked down at the two hundred foot drop that I would face, if he decided to throw me over the edge. A shiver went up my spine, as my blood ran cold. I could barely breathe, I was terrified.

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Michelle's POV

I was sound asleep, along with the others, completely unaware of what was taking place several feet away. Anthony immediately shot up out of his sleeping bag, grabbed his sword, and got up. He could see what was happening as he jumped over us, and ran past us. We didn't feel, hear, -or see of course-a thing. He carefully lifted up his sword, when the blonde boy turned to him.

"Hello, brother."

"Ian..."

Anthony slashed Ian's sword out of his hand, and it went flying past Emily, and off the mountain.

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Emily's POV

I saw Ian's sword plummet to the ground, before turning to see Anthony poking Ian in the back with his own. The hand Ian used to hold his long, silver weapon now had a fresh cut on it, with blood seeping out of his skin. He frowned at his hand, noticing it too.

"That wasn't very nice, Anthony," he said, turning towards Anthony while tightening his grip on me. "You don't have to be such a jerk."

"Says the guy who's assaulting a girl at this very moment," Anthony retorted, turning his attention towards me as his shiny, gold sword nearly pierces Ian's back. "Speaking of which, let her go before I impale you."

"I wouldn't if I were you," Ian shot back. "I could push your friend over the edge if you did anything." Anthony and Ian were staring at each other now, as Anthony walked closer to us, and poked his sword in between us. He uses his sword as a paddle to whack Ian away from me, then places his other arm in front of me, to prevent me from falling off.

"Emily, run!" he yelled. I backed away from the edge, and ran back to the others, waking them up and telling them what was going on. Everyone gasped, and turned their heads to watch the fight unfold. Ian tried to shove Anthony off the mountain, but then Anthony spun around and kicked him in the ribs, sending him tumbling off the mountain, and plummeting supposedly to his death. The sun was coming up, as we were packing up our things, when Anthony walked back to us.

"Well, that must've been quite the commotion," Lucy said, glancing at each of us. "It's morning now, so let's just put that behind us, and get to the top of the mountain." We all silently agreed, and began our ten feet high climb (more like walk) to the top of Arcane Mountain, with Serena's island awaiting our arrival.