The Last Fight - Chapter Fourteen
Sky's P.O.V.
I flickered my eyes open to see a blurred vision of some of my friends near me. There was a few sounds from the clocks, but otherwise it was deadly quiet in the room.
"Is he ok?" Said a voice from behind my kitchen.
I pushed my stomach up and off the bed that I was laying on. All my friends were here. Even a few that I hadn't seen in almost a year. I kind of migrated away from making videos with people other than my closest friends when I moved into the place that I lived at now. Well... to name some of my friends: Patience, Jason, Jerome, Mitch, Chloe, Deadlox, Z, Bodil, Bashur, Ryan, Ant, Captain, and more.
"W-what happened?" I asked in complete confusion.
"You were brought here by her." Jason said while pointing to a girl in the corner of my living room. She was working her way through the small, yet large crowd of people. I never realized I had so many friends.
When she made her way through, she stood in front of me and took a deep breath.
"My name is Spark." She started. "I found you unconsious by a lake that I live near. I looked at you and thought you looked familier."
"What do you mean I looked familier? I don't remember-"
"Let me explain." She quickly shot back at my comment. I just nodded and let her go on with the lots of explaining that she had to do. I was as confused as Nether.
"You may not remember, but I saw you when you were young. It was a long time ago, but I will go on with what I was saying in the first place."
I nodded my head in agreement just letting her continue.
"You were pale and had a different skin color than a normal person. I went back to my cottage to get some supplies and then threw you over my shoulder and started following a trail made by tentacles.
Spark's P.O.V. - [A/N: This is a short flash back btw! :)]
I stood over his cold, pale body pondering about what I could do next. I decided to go to my cottage, get supplies, and take him somewhere more safe then here.
I walked inside the creaking cottage and snatched a few weapons off my rack in my kitchen. I ended up getting a butter sword and a bow. What a coinsedence? I grabbed my satchel and a quiver full of arrows to use. In my satchel was a few healing potions and a journal. I took it with me whereever I went, no matter what. I then decided to grab some armor, but to keep it light. I threw on leather armor and ran out the small, wooden door.
I then felt him, once again, making sure he was still breathing. Anything can happen. I layed down my heavy sword and picked up his body and threw him over my small shoulder. I may need to go quicker than I thought. I looked into the sky and say the sun's surroundings fade to a slight pink.
I then slung all my things on my back and saw some type of track on the ground. It seemed to be made by tentacles. And it was made recently. It was covered in a blue slimeish thing. I didn't approve of it, but continued anyways. I followed it till I saw small spots of blood on the grass I was walking on. The blood and slimy tracks both faded off into their own paths.
I decided to follow the slime, continuing my journey. I came upon a gravel pathway and stopped at a small river to rest. I forgot to grab food while I was at my cottage, but I can survive. I layed the man on a small log then pulled out the journal. I decided to look through the many pages. I had gotten the journal from my mother before she died 5 years ago. I never really knew my mother, but lucky for my father, she stayed alive long enough to teach me my ways.
"What?" said a whisper from what felt like all directions. I guessed it was the only being in front of me and shoved the journal back into the bag and pulled myself toward the human being noticing he was coming back to the normal shade of a person. I felt his heart and it was beating steadily, then layed my finger beneath his nose and felt small bursts of air blowing on it.
"I'm here." I said hoping he could hear me. I had no idea if he was just dreaming or what.
He then opened his eyes slightly just enough to where he could see my face, or so I presumed.
"What happened?" he asked. I was slightly worried for I did not know his strengths or what he was like in total. He could be kind, or very tricky, or just plain rude.
"I found you near my home and brought you here." I replied. I saw the figure raise himself up from the log and then brush humself off with his hands.
"Well, let's continue going, shall we?" He suddenly said.
"But I just brought you here, knowing what I'm following, then you wake up and decide you know as well?" I responded trying my best not to be rude.
"Well, I assumed you were following the tracks, as most people would, and were going to the shack down the road for some health supplies." He replied.
"You've been around here before?" I asked.
"Yes... though I don't remember when..."
"That's... not usual."
"No... but... we might want to hurry."
"I guess so." I was being dragged along with a complete stranger that knows all about the place, but dosen't know when he learned it. What was going to happen next?