Bolt Forgotten Souls
Book 3 – String of Lies
Narration:
With every word we make a choice, what to say and how to say it. What we say will have an effect, and not always the way we want it to. A jealous lie can tear apart a life, and a truth told in anger can destroy a family. Life is always full of choices, and words. Even when unspoken, words can do both great damage and great good. That is why words are exactly what can move a legion to battle, or bring two nations together in peace. It's amazing what words can do. My own words have brought me to a lot of adventures, but it was my own sister's words that always stayed with me. Her words from so much kindness, and the last words she ever spoke out loud. I'm a small half-cat-half-dog creature called a Kit. I have black fur with a white patch on my left eye and front right paw. I'm smart, but scared right now. I run, and when I run, I get faster. The faster I get, the more static electricity I build up as an impact cushion in front of me. I'm young, only 3 human years, but I'd be eight in Kit years. On my back I wear a white cloak with golden etching sewn into it like it was natural, and in that cloaks hood I have a small fairy that shines blue named Laila, as for me, my name is…
Chapter 1 – Fear
"Chase!" Laila said loudly.
"Hm?" the young kit hummed as he kept his eyes closed.
"Admit it, the spa was a great idea!" the little fairy said as she lay very still, a fairy only a few millimeters taller than her rubbed her back and shoulders.
"Yah, yah!" he said as he let an elf woman work her magic on his own knots and stress. When she reached a particularly tough spot, she pressed hard, and somehow broke what he could only think was a large lump of stress. It was painful at first, but the pain quickly faded, just like the tension in his muscles. "Oh yah, right there!" The two of them sighed at the same time, and just relaxed until the session was over.
Now rested and completely relaxed, Chase walked out of the stone building, back into the night that let the city shine like a brilliant beacon in the darkness. "Wow," Chase said as he walked into the warm night air, "I feel like a new Kit!" And with a few steps into the street, looked up at his fairy companion, "That was actually cheaper than I imagined it would be."
"That's because the place is naturally heated instead of artificially." she told him, "They had this spa placed on top of an underground hot spring so the building and the water is naturally warmer than anything around it. They just built the building to be more relaxing with great massages."
"Speaking of which, how come there was a fairy working here? I thought when Puck put the spells on the forest every fairy just disappeared." Chase asked.
"Well, actually." the little fairy began, "Oberon and Titania both disappeared, that was when most of the fairies fled. I'm sure they just haven't heard about the forest's recovery yet. Or maybe they just like their new lives and want to stay."
The kit lifted his eyes in thought, "Yah." He said, "Those sound like plausible reasons." He then turned his attention towards the streets, a weaving labyrinth of cobblestone and what looked like posts covered in a green moss that e remembered shined brightly in the night. "Shall we?" he asked, and started walking.
"We shall!" Laila responded, and fluttered right by him as the two of them made their way through town.
It was a while now, Bolt had taken the time to burry the sage, the oracle, Ra. The grave deep and freshly buried with Rhino, the hamster, lifting a statue, at least what was left of one, to use as a headstone. Bolt had used magic to take care of the rest. The white dog, and his cat wife Mittens sat close together, Rhino a small distance away as the three of them bowed their heads in respect. "I never meant for this to happen." Bolt said, his words solemn.
"I know." Mittens told him, her head pressing sadly against the fur of his neck.
Bolt moved again, this time to stand on all four paws, "We have to get out of this world." he said, "We're a danger to everyone like this."
"Why don't we try giving Mittens the power of the Perfect Hero?" Rhino asked suddenly.
"Wha…Me?" the cat asked.
"Yah, it didn't work for me. I didn't want to admit it, but Bolt was right, I would never have survived that kind of power, it's like I was missing something." Rhino told him.
"What makes you think I'll be any different?" she asked.
"Uh, you're a mother!" Rhino said without missing a beat, just as the two twins finally woke up.
Mittens looked down at her Kits, each pressing themselves to her as they tried to wake up, "I appreciate the compliment." she said, "But I'm afraid even I won't be able to hold all of that power, the only one who has is…" she slowly turned her eyes to her husband, the white shepherd at her side. His eyes were still down in sorrow, but he quickly felt the presence of eyes on him as he looked back to Rhino and Mittens.
"What?" he asked.
Mittens shook her head, forcing the mathematics and calculations to disappear from her sight, "Every possibility in my Earth Eoul says this won't work or it will end in disaster, but you know what, I think we can do it." She said, "I believe that you can do it."
"Excuse me?" Bold asked again, even more confused.
"If we turn you into the Perfect Hero, maybe you can separate our powers back the way they're supposed to be." she told him.
"And if it doesn't work?" he asked.
"It'll work Daddy!" Crash said as he felt his strength come back to him.
"Yah!" Chrystal said in response, she was slightly damaged, a small cut on her side after she had transformed back, but the bleeding had stopped, "This will be just like transforming in the back yard, remember when you transformed for us to stop us from fighting that one time?"
"That was pretty cool!" Bolt agreed, and then looked at all four of them, seeing the hope on all of their faces, "Oh, all right!" he said with a smile and stood up from the cheering of his kits. He moved several feet from the grave, "Ok," he said, "lets give it a try."
With that, Mittens and Rhino both took their places, forming a triangle and closing their eyes, focusing on Bolt as they let go of their power. It flowed out from their bodies, merging into the dog's fur, then surrounding him. The scarf appeared, power swirling around him as the fabric stretched and formed from the wisps that continued to flow from them. With a breath, Bolt calmed himself, letting the power surround him, and soak into him. It felt familiar as he did, the last of the power leaving Both Rhino and Mittens. It surrounded him, shielding him in an aurora until, suddenly, a picture of a laughing Dark Bolt once again sprung into his mind. The laugh and dark smile of the black furred dog frightened him, and with a quick gasp of horror, the power erupted from him, shooting into the middle of the trio, and exploding once again, spreading into the three guardians.