Mission 1: The Duke and Duchess
by Coneflower Adams
I just want to thank everyone who has been reading my fics! This is the second story in my series "The Revelators". The first fic "The Chosen Ones" was like the introduction. If you haven't read that then you'll be totally lost reading this one. This is the first mission our heroes have to go on. Enjoy!
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The sky opened and four figures fell to the ground. They all expected a heavy impact, but found they had landed on a soft, cushiony padding.
Mush opened his eyes slowly, and ran a hand over the pillowly cushion under them. "Hey, it's a cloud. We landed on a cloud! But, how?"
John looked down at his right hand. It was glowing. "I think I did it."
"Is your hand…?" Racetrack squeaked out at John.
Blink nodded. "Anything is possible now. I guess this must be one of John's talents he's been given."
"Yeah, it is. I can feel it" John added. With a swipe of his hand, the cloud vanished and the glowing stopped.
The four boys unceremoniously fell a foot to the ground, landing on their rears.
"You could of warned us before dropping us to the ground" Race spat out, rubbing his back end.
"Sorry" John mumbled, doing the same. "It's going to take some time getting use to these powers."
Blink stood first then helped his band up - one by one. He peered around. They were in a grassy meadow with trees surrounding the outside of it. "Wonder where we're at?"
Right as he asked that, the sound of horse hooves could be heard. The Revelators turned in the direction the noise was coming from. In the shadows of the trees, a man could be seen riding a horse. He was heading straight for them.
"Kid, what'll we do?" Mush asked timidly, his head shifting back and forth from their leader to the approaching horseman.
Blink raised a hand. "Let's stay here. Maybe this man will help us find the first amulet."
The boys obeyed, staying put. The man on the horse was approaching quickly. His long, brown hair bounced on his shoulders as the horse galloped roughly into the clearing. At the sight of the four oddly clothed young men, the knight-like man halted.
Blink, Mush, and Race couldn't believe their eyes. The man in front of them was Jack Kelly, one of the newsies back at the Lodging House. The only thing different was the longer hair, growing beard, and older complexion. "Good day, sirs! May I question what thoa hither?" …and the English accent.
Blink shook his head, trying to regain his speech and understand what the man just said. He swallowed. "We're visitors from another land?" He tried not to make it sound like a question, but it came out like that.
Jack's duplicate nodded. Then his attention was caught by more hoof sounds coming their way. "Good sirs, will thee please assist me in ridding thy burden of the men who advance toward here?"
Race scrunched his face and murmured to Mush, "Is this guy for real?"
"Want to help this man get rid of those men coming?" Blink glanced around his band. Confidence was etched in their faces as they agreed. He looked back at the horseman. "We'll help."
Right as Blink said that, four other men dressed in guardsmen armor, rode up.
"Art thou ready to die, Bale?" one man snarled.
"As ready as thou art is, Yorkshire" the man called Bale retorted.
Mush elbowed Race. "Just how are we going to fight these guys? They got weapons."
John heard him, and leaned over to Mush. "Just have faith in the talents that you've been given."
"Uh…" Mush stared, dazed at the answer.
"Vigil mentioned you were the strength of the band, maybe that's it" Race added, trying to get his friend to cpmprehend.
Mush nodded then turned to Blink. He was standing confidently next to Bale, who had dismounted from his horse by now.
All four adversaries dismounted from their horses as well. They draw their swords. Bale did the same. He glanced at Blink. "Where is thy weapons?" he whispered.
Blink looked to him and grinned. "You'll see."
The adversaries advanced. But, they suddenly slammed their swords into the ground two feet before Bale and the Revelators. The men looked up startled at their actions that they were not controlling. Bale chuckled in surprise and humor.
"Carrying the banner!" Kid Blink shouted, moving to attack one of the men.
John followed his lead, shooting a flash of light at one of the adversary's eyes - making him temporarily blinded. Mush joined in next. He swung a fist at one of the men's faces, knocking him out cold in one punch. Mush shook his head, stunned at how strong he had become.
Racetrack, in the meantime, was witnessing his friends discovering their talents. He thought if theirs was amazing, his was too. He strolled up to the last adversary, smirking at the man struggling to retrieve his sword from the ground. Race felt a twinge in his finger. He lifted his index finger, and flicked it in the air. The sword automatically was released making the man stumble backwards. The end of his sword impacted with his helmet of mail. He started to tremble, dropping his sword in the process. Race casually walked up to him and pushed him over with his finger. The last adversary fell to the ground with a thud!
By now, Blink and John were finished knocking out their opponents. Bale was standing next to his horse looking rather amused. Blink turned to him and said, "You're not surprised by our talents?"
An impish smile, that greatly resembled Jack Kelly's, crossed Bale's face. "Nay, my friend. I gathered by your foreign clothing you were of unique decent."
Mush and Race frowned. They had hardly any clue what this man was saying. It seemed Blink understood at least some of his words, and John was proudly standing there. He was a quiet one - they noted.
"Ye accompany thee back to my kingdom? Thy talents may come of use in thou dire situation."
Blink turned to his companions. They nodded, finally understanding something Bale was saying. "Yeah. We'll go back with you to your kingdom."
The smile on Bale's lips grew wider. "I thank thee. We shall proceed as far as possible to thy kingdom on thy enemies horses."
John suddenly stepped up. "Can we tie these men up first? You don't want them coming to find us or warning whoever they work for that you've escaped them."
"You speak of a clever tongue" Bale commented, uncoiling the rope he had tied to his knit bag. They bound the adversaries to a nearby tree. "I have not known thy names so far."
Blink met Bale's eyes, slightly startled. What name should he give? "My names Henry" he replied, sticking out his hand to shake.
The other three followed his lead, all shaking Bale's hand.
"I'm Shawn."
"Anthony."
"Just call me John."
Bale nodding, feeling that these young men were honorable. "I am Christian, Lord of Bale. Thy may call me Bale, if thy desires to. Thee have talents beyond all measures. How is this possible?"
They heard a groan from one of the adversaries waking up. "We'll explain later. Let's get out of here before they wake up" Blink suggested.
"Aye, lets be on." Bale climbed on his horse. The Revelators, having no experience with horses aside from Race betting on them, took a couple minutes to climb on and get settled. After they were ready, the band rode off into the bushel of trees.
by Coneflower Adams
I just want to thank everyone who has been reading my fics! This is the second story in my series "The Revelators". The first fic "The Chosen Ones" was like the introduction. If you haven't read that then you'll be totally lost reading this one. This is the first mission our heroes have to go on. Enjoy!
***
The sky opened and four figures fell to the ground. They all expected a heavy impact, but found they had landed on a soft, cushiony padding.
Mush opened his eyes slowly, and ran a hand over the pillowly cushion under them. "Hey, it's a cloud. We landed on a cloud! But, how?"
John looked down at his right hand. It was glowing. "I think I did it."
"Is your hand…?" Racetrack squeaked out at John.
Blink nodded. "Anything is possible now. I guess this must be one of John's talents he's been given."
"Yeah, it is. I can feel it" John added. With a swipe of his hand, the cloud vanished and the glowing stopped.
The four boys unceremoniously fell a foot to the ground, landing on their rears.
"You could of warned us before dropping us to the ground" Race spat out, rubbing his back end.
"Sorry" John mumbled, doing the same. "It's going to take some time getting use to these powers."
Blink stood first then helped his band up - one by one. He peered around. They were in a grassy meadow with trees surrounding the outside of it. "Wonder where we're at?"
Right as he asked that, the sound of horse hooves could be heard. The Revelators turned in the direction the noise was coming from. In the shadows of the trees, a man could be seen riding a horse. He was heading straight for them.
"Kid, what'll we do?" Mush asked timidly, his head shifting back and forth from their leader to the approaching horseman.
Blink raised a hand. "Let's stay here. Maybe this man will help us find the first amulet."
The boys obeyed, staying put. The man on the horse was approaching quickly. His long, brown hair bounced on his shoulders as the horse galloped roughly into the clearing. At the sight of the four oddly clothed young men, the knight-like man halted.
Blink, Mush, and Race couldn't believe their eyes. The man in front of them was Jack Kelly, one of the newsies back at the Lodging House. The only thing different was the longer hair, growing beard, and older complexion. "Good day, sirs! May I question what thoa hither?" …and the English accent.
Blink shook his head, trying to regain his speech and understand what the man just said. He swallowed. "We're visitors from another land?" He tried not to make it sound like a question, but it came out like that.
Jack's duplicate nodded. Then his attention was caught by more hoof sounds coming their way. "Good sirs, will thee please assist me in ridding thy burden of the men who advance toward here?"
Race scrunched his face and murmured to Mush, "Is this guy for real?"
"Want to help this man get rid of those men coming?" Blink glanced around his band. Confidence was etched in their faces as they agreed. He looked back at the horseman. "We'll help."
Right as Blink said that, four other men dressed in guardsmen armor, rode up.
"Art thou ready to die, Bale?" one man snarled.
"As ready as thou art is, Yorkshire" the man called Bale retorted.
Mush elbowed Race. "Just how are we going to fight these guys? They got weapons."
John heard him, and leaned over to Mush. "Just have faith in the talents that you've been given."
"Uh…" Mush stared, dazed at the answer.
"Vigil mentioned you were the strength of the band, maybe that's it" Race added, trying to get his friend to cpmprehend.
Mush nodded then turned to Blink. He was standing confidently next to Bale, who had dismounted from his horse by now.
All four adversaries dismounted from their horses as well. They draw their swords. Bale did the same. He glanced at Blink. "Where is thy weapons?" he whispered.
Blink looked to him and grinned. "You'll see."
The adversaries advanced. But, they suddenly slammed their swords into the ground two feet before Bale and the Revelators. The men looked up startled at their actions that they were not controlling. Bale chuckled in surprise and humor.
"Carrying the banner!" Kid Blink shouted, moving to attack one of the men.
John followed his lead, shooting a flash of light at one of the adversary's eyes - making him temporarily blinded. Mush joined in next. He swung a fist at one of the men's faces, knocking him out cold in one punch. Mush shook his head, stunned at how strong he had become.
Racetrack, in the meantime, was witnessing his friends discovering their talents. He thought if theirs was amazing, his was too. He strolled up to the last adversary, smirking at the man struggling to retrieve his sword from the ground. Race felt a twinge in his finger. He lifted his index finger, and flicked it in the air. The sword automatically was released making the man stumble backwards. The end of his sword impacted with his helmet of mail. He started to tremble, dropping his sword in the process. Race casually walked up to him and pushed him over with his finger. The last adversary fell to the ground with a thud!
By now, Blink and John were finished knocking out their opponents. Bale was standing next to his horse looking rather amused. Blink turned to him and said, "You're not surprised by our talents?"
An impish smile, that greatly resembled Jack Kelly's, crossed Bale's face. "Nay, my friend. I gathered by your foreign clothing you were of unique decent."
Mush and Race frowned. They had hardly any clue what this man was saying. It seemed Blink understood at least some of his words, and John was proudly standing there. He was a quiet one - they noted.
"Ye accompany thee back to my kingdom? Thy talents may come of use in thou dire situation."
Blink turned to his companions. They nodded, finally understanding something Bale was saying. "Yeah. We'll go back with you to your kingdom."
The smile on Bale's lips grew wider. "I thank thee. We shall proceed as far as possible to thy kingdom on thy enemies horses."
John suddenly stepped up. "Can we tie these men up first? You don't want them coming to find us or warning whoever they work for that you've escaped them."
"You speak of a clever tongue" Bale commented, uncoiling the rope he had tied to his knit bag. They bound the adversaries to a nearby tree. "I have not known thy names so far."
Blink met Bale's eyes, slightly startled. What name should he give? "My names Henry" he replied, sticking out his hand to shake.
The other three followed his lead, all shaking Bale's hand.
"I'm Shawn."
"Anthony."
"Just call me John."
Bale nodding, feeling that these young men were honorable. "I am Christian, Lord of Bale. Thy may call me Bale, if thy desires to. Thee have talents beyond all measures. How is this possible?"
They heard a groan from one of the adversaries waking up. "We'll explain later. Let's get out of here before they wake up" Blink suggested.
"Aye, lets be on." Bale climbed on his horse. The Revelators, having no experience with horses aside from Race betting on them, took a couple minutes to climb on and get settled. After they were ready, the band rode off into the bushel of trees.