Disclaimer: Story by me but not the characters.
Double-Edged Sword
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The son shone through the car windows. That was the last thing that Nigel wanted right than. His headaches have been pounding and the sun only made it worse. To add to his troubles, his throat was feeling scratchy and dry.
Nigel leaned back into the back seat of the car and closed his eyes. He sniffled and remembered about this morning. He didn't want to worry Sydney or Preston with it and kept the fact that he had had a nose bleed again this morning. If he had told them, they would've placed him in a hospital. Nigel coughed to clear his throat as a wave of dizziness hit him.
He opened his eyes and glanced at Sydney driving and Preston. They were the last two people he wanted to leave behind and he silently prayed that he will last long enough until they can find the scabbard. Nigel closed his eyes again to stop from feeling sick.
"Nigel, wake up Nigel, We're here," Sydney announced.
Nigel opened his eyes and the palace was in view. Nigel carefully got out of the car and braced himself against the nausea.
"You all right?" Preston asked sounding concerned.
"Yes I'm fine," Nigel answered, a little annoyed.
"Come on, the sooner we get this done the better," Sydney said passing the sword to Nigel to hold.
They walked towards the opening and passed a fountain that had long since stopped working. Now it only contained rainwater and algae was growing at the base. As they walked into the palace Preston let out a whistle.
"How are we going to find it Sydney?" Preston asked as he looked around.
"The riddle said 'to wings you shall fly. At the ninth hour' I guessing what it means is the west wing which is coincidently the west tower," Sydney answered, already leading the way.
The steps of the tower were steep and Nigel was struggling with it. He's headaches weren't helping. He stopped and leaned against the wall to catch his breath.
"Nigel?" Preston was behind him.
Nigel took in a deep breath. "I'm fine. Let's go." Nigel coughed a few times.
Sydney looked at Nigel with concern but Nigel ignored it and concentrated on walking. The steps continued and after almost ten minutes of climbing, they finally reached a door. Sydney tried opening it but the door was rusted. Preston and Nigel helped by putting their weight on it as well. The door creaked as it opened inch by inch.
They managed to get the door open and stepped into a large room. In the corner was an old wooden table and what's left of a moth eaten cloth. The room had 4 windows all around. But no sundial. Nigel felt crushed from inside. One of their last hopes dashed. Unless- "Wait, back then-" Nigel stopped to steady himself from the dizziness. "Back then when-." Nigel couldn't continue, he could see black spots. "No. Not now-," Nigel fell into a fit of coughing and felt something warm in his hands as he placed his hands over his mouth.
He looked at it and saw blood.
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"Sydney!"
Sydney turned around as Preston shouted and saw him holding unto Nigel and taking out a handkerchief from his pocket. Then Sydney saw why. Nigel was coughing out blood. 'Oh my God! Not again.' Sydney thought. "Nigel?"
"We don't have much time left Sydney. Where is it?" Preston asked almost panicking.
Sydney didn't know either and stared at Preston and than at Nigel, who had already stopped coughing.
"Sid, back then when they said the ninth hour, they always meant 3 o'clock." Nigel said while trying to catch his breath.
"In other words, the east tower!" Sydney shouted out. "We're in the wrong tower!"
Preston stared at her horror. "Let's go. We don't have time," Sydney helped Preston get Nigel up his feet.
They walked down the stairs one more time and through the main hall of the palace. The hall was situated on the second floor and looked down on the foyer at the ground. Obviously so that everyone else could the guest arrive when there was a function. Sydney shook her head and concentrated on racing to the east tower. She looked behind and saw Preston and Nigel a little behind she stopped so that they could catch up. Sydney could see that Nigel was in pain and the blood was drained from his face. 'Come on Nigel, just a little while longer. Hold on.' Sydney ran next to Preston and took Nigel's arm and placed it around her neck while Preston did the same with the other arm.
"That's far enough Ms. Fox."
Sydney looked straight ahead. Mantle. "What do you want?" she asked, trying to suppress her anger.
"You know exactly what I want. The same as you do," he answered his voice dripping with cockiness.
Sydney took off Nigel's arm and gave Preston an assuring look. Nigel grabbed Sydney's hand and looked at her before going through another coughing fit. Sydney looked back at him. "I'll be fine. I won't let you done. Not when we're this close."
"All right Mantle. If you want it, you'll have to go through me first."
Mantle gave Sydney a smile that she hated and Sydney decided that that was that. She moved closer to him and kicked him. Mantle blocked it and turned behind her. He dropped down and threw out his leg and tripped Sydney. She fell to the floor. "Payback time," he said, his lips curled up in a sneer.
Sydney got up and threw him a punch and it made contact this time. Sydney tried to think as fast as possible. She kept throwing and dodging punches and kicks. Mantle seemed to slow down a bit and Sydney realized he was getting tired. Taking the advantage, Sydney kicked him and he fell to the floor and didn't get up. Sydney let out a breath of relief, turned behind and smiled at Nigel and Preston.
They smiled back, but Nigel's face turned into a look of fear. "Sydney behind you!" Preston warned.
Sydney turned and saw Mantle charging at her. Thinking fast, Sydney moved out of the way of the charging bull. Unfortunately, mantle couldn't think that fast. He went over the railing and fell down two stories.
Sydney turned away. She didn't want to see it happen. After a sickening thud, she turned around to witness Mantle's body on the floor. Preston and Nigel had already made their way next to her. Sydney wished that something like this would never happen but somehow it always did and she hated it.
Sydney was about to turn away when she noticed something gleaming from underneath Mantle's broken body.
The medallion.
"You and Nigel get there first I'll catch with you."
Preston gave an assuring nod and helped Nigel up. Sydney took the stairs down to retrieve the medallion. 'Sorry Mantle.' She thought. Sydney carefully took the medallion from his pocket and gave a silent prayer for him.
Now all she had to do was to save Nigel.
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There.. just a couple more chapters and this story is done.. Another thing is that I changed my Pen name cuz I noticed that there were way too many people having the same pen name. so I decided to change it. ;p
Double-Edged Sword
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The son shone through the car windows. That was the last thing that Nigel wanted right than. His headaches have been pounding and the sun only made it worse. To add to his troubles, his throat was feeling scratchy and dry.
Nigel leaned back into the back seat of the car and closed his eyes. He sniffled and remembered about this morning. He didn't want to worry Sydney or Preston with it and kept the fact that he had had a nose bleed again this morning. If he had told them, they would've placed him in a hospital. Nigel coughed to clear his throat as a wave of dizziness hit him.
He opened his eyes and glanced at Sydney driving and Preston. They were the last two people he wanted to leave behind and he silently prayed that he will last long enough until they can find the scabbard. Nigel closed his eyes again to stop from feeling sick.
"Nigel, wake up Nigel, We're here," Sydney announced.
Nigel opened his eyes and the palace was in view. Nigel carefully got out of the car and braced himself against the nausea.
"You all right?" Preston asked sounding concerned.
"Yes I'm fine," Nigel answered, a little annoyed.
"Come on, the sooner we get this done the better," Sydney said passing the sword to Nigel to hold.
They walked towards the opening and passed a fountain that had long since stopped working. Now it only contained rainwater and algae was growing at the base. As they walked into the palace Preston let out a whistle.
"How are we going to find it Sydney?" Preston asked as he looked around.
"The riddle said 'to wings you shall fly. At the ninth hour' I guessing what it means is the west wing which is coincidently the west tower," Sydney answered, already leading the way.
The steps of the tower were steep and Nigel was struggling with it. He's headaches weren't helping. He stopped and leaned against the wall to catch his breath.
"Nigel?" Preston was behind him.
Nigel took in a deep breath. "I'm fine. Let's go." Nigel coughed a few times.
Sydney looked at Nigel with concern but Nigel ignored it and concentrated on walking. The steps continued and after almost ten minutes of climbing, they finally reached a door. Sydney tried opening it but the door was rusted. Preston and Nigel helped by putting their weight on it as well. The door creaked as it opened inch by inch.
They managed to get the door open and stepped into a large room. In the corner was an old wooden table and what's left of a moth eaten cloth. The room had 4 windows all around. But no sundial. Nigel felt crushed from inside. One of their last hopes dashed. Unless- "Wait, back then-" Nigel stopped to steady himself from the dizziness. "Back then when-." Nigel couldn't continue, he could see black spots. "No. Not now-," Nigel fell into a fit of coughing and felt something warm in his hands as he placed his hands over his mouth.
He looked at it and saw blood.
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"Sydney!"
Sydney turned around as Preston shouted and saw him holding unto Nigel and taking out a handkerchief from his pocket. Then Sydney saw why. Nigel was coughing out blood. 'Oh my God! Not again.' Sydney thought. "Nigel?"
"We don't have much time left Sydney. Where is it?" Preston asked almost panicking.
Sydney didn't know either and stared at Preston and than at Nigel, who had already stopped coughing.
"Sid, back then when they said the ninth hour, they always meant 3 o'clock." Nigel said while trying to catch his breath.
"In other words, the east tower!" Sydney shouted out. "We're in the wrong tower!"
Preston stared at her horror. "Let's go. We don't have time," Sydney helped Preston get Nigel up his feet.
They walked down the stairs one more time and through the main hall of the palace. The hall was situated on the second floor and looked down on the foyer at the ground. Obviously so that everyone else could the guest arrive when there was a function. Sydney shook her head and concentrated on racing to the east tower. She looked behind and saw Preston and Nigel a little behind she stopped so that they could catch up. Sydney could see that Nigel was in pain and the blood was drained from his face. 'Come on Nigel, just a little while longer. Hold on.' Sydney ran next to Preston and took Nigel's arm and placed it around her neck while Preston did the same with the other arm.
"That's far enough Ms. Fox."
Sydney looked straight ahead. Mantle. "What do you want?" she asked, trying to suppress her anger.
"You know exactly what I want. The same as you do," he answered his voice dripping with cockiness.
Sydney took off Nigel's arm and gave Preston an assuring look. Nigel grabbed Sydney's hand and looked at her before going through another coughing fit. Sydney looked back at him. "I'll be fine. I won't let you done. Not when we're this close."
"All right Mantle. If you want it, you'll have to go through me first."
Mantle gave Sydney a smile that she hated and Sydney decided that that was that. She moved closer to him and kicked him. Mantle blocked it and turned behind her. He dropped down and threw out his leg and tripped Sydney. She fell to the floor. "Payback time," he said, his lips curled up in a sneer.
Sydney got up and threw him a punch and it made contact this time. Sydney tried to think as fast as possible. She kept throwing and dodging punches and kicks. Mantle seemed to slow down a bit and Sydney realized he was getting tired. Taking the advantage, Sydney kicked him and he fell to the floor and didn't get up. Sydney let out a breath of relief, turned behind and smiled at Nigel and Preston.
They smiled back, but Nigel's face turned into a look of fear. "Sydney behind you!" Preston warned.
Sydney turned and saw Mantle charging at her. Thinking fast, Sydney moved out of the way of the charging bull. Unfortunately, mantle couldn't think that fast. He went over the railing and fell down two stories.
Sydney turned away. She didn't want to see it happen. After a sickening thud, she turned around to witness Mantle's body on the floor. Preston and Nigel had already made their way next to her. Sydney wished that something like this would never happen but somehow it always did and she hated it.
Sydney was about to turn away when she noticed something gleaming from underneath Mantle's broken body.
The medallion.
"You and Nigel get there first I'll catch with you."
Preston gave an assuring nod and helped Nigel up. Sydney took the stairs down to retrieve the medallion. 'Sorry Mantle.' She thought. Sydney carefully took the medallion from his pocket and gave a silent prayer for him.
Now all she had to do was to save Nigel.
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There.. just a couple more chapters and this story is done.. Another thing is that I changed my Pen name cuz I noticed that there were way too many people having the same pen name. so I decided to change it. ;p
