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CHAPTER 5: "Eyes and Shadows"
Christa ran her hands over the blade of the long sword. Gold and silver streaks were melted in the blade and it seemed to better hold the strong steel together. The handle was made of gold and copper and wrapped in leather because of the precious gems that were embedded in.
"I think it's time we went back." She heard Erica say while feeding the campfire.
"What's your reason?" The blonde replied.
"We've been up here almost three weeks and we've probably stayed longer than we should've. Any rate, I think you're ready enough."
"Enough? Do you still not think I'm as strong as I should be?"
"No. You've come along way in a very short time but I think it's time we went to Mt. of Redeemed Souls."
"Alright, let's pack up then. Don't want to keep the elves waiting." It took them about an hour and a half to pack everything together and to clean up the place but eventually they had put up every piece of camping equipment and the fire had been put out. Erica stood over the camp area looking for anything they might have missed. Christa sat in her SUV that had been fully repaired the day before they arrived. The teen put on her black sunglasses and jammed the radio to Country Rock 67.8. After ten minutes Erica hopped in the front and they drove home, with the young oriental reluctantly enduring Shania Twain.
The mountains were about a day's drive away from Christa's apartment and it was near 3 A.M. by the time they reached Harrelson city, Georgia. Georgia used to be part of the United States until the War on Terror tore the country in half from West to East. The West was what was left of the United States with their ownership of all of Mexico while the East was the new country of Alta. Christa almost tripped on the long staircase that she usually ran up and her tired mind didn't help her either as she fumbled the keys into the door. The lock clicked and like a zombie she walked in neglecting the box of mail outside her door.
Erica followed and lifted the box and shut the door behind her. Her partner was in the kitchen gulping down a glass of water and some Tylenol Pm. The glass hit the counter like a rock and the girl slowly made her way to her bedroom and collapsed on her bed. Her actions amused the dark headed teen and she prepared herself for the night.
"At least she's too tired to be negative." She said smiling and she slept soundly for the rest of the night. Unfortunately for all the people that were trying to sleep but couldn't find the sand man, were rudely interrupted in their attempts for a soundless night. The cause of this problem rested in an old redneck that drove himself drunk every couple of weeks. And we're talking out of his "flicked gorge" drunk. The old man while taking huge gulps of strong liquor, was singing old annoying nursery rhymes.
"Old MacWonald had a charm, epee, peewee, coo. * hiccup * and on his farm she pad a brat, kewieeee, peewees, hoof!"
The singing roused some neighbors but they had bought extra strength nighttime pills and were out of it quicker than anything on earth. Christa on the other hand, couldn't afford such luxury. She swelled eyes opened and her ears heard the banshee singing to the devil.
"No, this is not happening to me." She groaned loudly. She grabbed a shoe and went over to her window and lifted the latch. There her moving target was walking around in circles playing "ring around the rosy" in the parking lot. She took careless aim and threw the shoe with all her might. It hit the man on the top of his head and he was knocked down to the pavement.
"I think I should've used a brick." Christa said crawling back into bed. A few seconds later the old man was up again and rambling weird sayings as he stood under Christa's window.
"Romeo! Romeo! Come down here to me! Come to me my Romeo!" Christa's went very wide. "Come to me and we'll create love! Oh, come my Romeo!" Christa grit her teeth hard.
"He's insane!" She shouted piling her pillows on top of her head.
"Oh you do not know how long I've waited for this night! Come! Come! Come! Come to me!" The way he said this was like an African chant. "Come! Come! Come! Come to me! Come! Come! Come! Come to me my baby! Come! Come! Come! Come! Come! Come! Come! Come to me! Come! Come! Come! Come! Come! Come! Come! Come! Come to me my baby! Come! Come! Come! Come! Come! Come to me! Come-"
"Argh!" Christa yelled. "That's IT!" She stormed out of her apartment and nearly jumped the stairs and arrived at the parking lot. The old man grinned and opened his arms to her. The blonde clenched her fists. The old man stopped and suddenly fell hard on the pavement from the force of Christa's knuckles. The old man looked up at the sky and smiled and started nodding his head side to side.
"We all live in a purple submarine. A purple submarine, a purple submarine!" Christa growled and as he stood up on his feet and maneuvered her leg and her foot hit across his jaw line and sent him again to the pavement unconscious. She paused for a moment and listened to the silence.
"Thank you!" She exclaimed and went back upstairs and into her apartment. She saw Erica sleeping soundlessly like an angel on the couch bed and Christa stared at her in envy.
"You suck!" She muttered leaving the room.
*~*
The two dragon warriors only got better and stronger over the next couple of weeks as Christa and Erica drove to Mt. of Redeemed Souls and they continued to see unexpected monsters and surprises. And they weren't short on cash either. After twelve weeks of fighting they had gained enough gold to buy China and with Christa's SUV the rocky roads were a breeze. In the back of the vehicle there was a loud clang as Christa swerved around a corner.
"How much weight do we have in gold? It's slowing down my car." Christa asked looking behind her shoulder. "Holy crap! What are we going to do with all of that?"
"You mean you never noticed how much gold we collected from our battles?" Erica asked with a sly smile.
"No, not after the sudden slow of the engine."
"Well be grateful for what we have earned, trust me we'll need it."
"But for what? No shops take gold, well I'm sure they would but you don't buy things with gold."
"Well that's the shops you know. Infact there should be a weapon shop over the mountain."
"A weapon shop? Who sells weapons for a living?"
"You ask too many questions. It shouldn't be surprising to you. We're beyond human weapons and our spirits require weapons from the past." Christa was silent for awhile until they came to a fork in the road.
"Left or right?"
"You'll get the hang of it eventually. It took me awhile too." Erica said warmly. Christa sighed.
"Right or left?" She asked again.
"Take a left." The SUV drove on and bumped along the way over rocks and ditches and small rivers. Five minutes passed by, then ten and then thirty and it went on until an hour passed, then two. Erica looked out the window suddenly noticing the small gray clouds that were forming.
"Two hours and nothing. Didn't you say we'd be there by five?" Erica didn't answer. * Something doesn't look right about this. * The dark haired girl thought. * Where did this come from?"
"Where did this fog come from?" Christa asked noticing it for the first time. "And why do I have the feeling something bad is about to happen?"
Suddenly the car turned off and they came to a sudden stop by clouding with a tree. Seatbelts prevented the girls from hitting the dashboard. There was a silence that Christa couldn't stand, the same breath taking horror.
"Erica are you ok?" She asked shaking a little.
"Yes." Erica looked at Christa and could almost feel the same tension in her mind. "I'm alright."
Both their foreheads were sweating and a strange fear had a hold on them. There was a loud crack from the outside world and the SUV leaned with the tree. The were wheels turning a bit every few seconds. * Stay calm, you can survive this. * Christa thought angrily. * I'm not afraid! * Erica stayed put and the SUV moved again. Breaths were as loud as thunder and the air seemed to be as cold as winter.
"What are we going to do?" Christa whispered.
"We can't try to get out without the vehicle dragging us down to the bottom." She replied in the same whisper. "The best thing we can do is use our dragon spirits." But there was a fear to reach for them. It was a new phobia, if they moved in the slightest measurement, it could be fatal. Christa stared out the windshield that was completely black. Suddenly the car moved again and instead of more fear Christa frowned in fury. She had nothing to lose and nothing in order to live to gain.
"I have nothing else left." She said normally. She reached inside her low hip jean pocket and pulled out her dragon spirit. The SUV moved again. The Red crimson light glowed across her white jean skin-fitting shirt and on the red bandana that was tied around her neck.
Erica looked at the sudden found courage in her partner. She smiled and pulled out her White Silver Dragoon spirit glowed over her white black tank under a tan jean jacket and a pair of old blue jeans. The two spirits, like old friends glowed together and their magic sank deep into the car. There was another loud crack and the tree went over the cliff but the vehicle remained on the edge.
Christa quickly backed it up onto the road, as it was charged by the magical power. The two girls got out but the fog was still among them, with their dragoon spirits in their hands.
"What made it.?" Christa asked looking around seeing nothing.
"I've heard there is unbalanced magic in this forest." Erica said looking around. "I've also heard tourists say there was a statue that looked like a griffon." A gleam of purple light sparkled behind them. Christa saw it in the rearview mirror of her car and whirled around.
"Erica is that it?" She asked pointing towards the enormous statue. Erica stood and looked closer at the blank figure. It had a slim body of fur and tail and scales around the edges of the animal. Huge wings were on the back and horns stuck out from the forehead. The eyes were blank and glowed in purple light. It seemed to have no beak or any other part of the face but it had claws on all four feet.
"No. I've never seen a griffon shaped liked that." She walked closer to it and the eyes glowed madly.
"Watch it! That thing must be evil!" Christa exclaimed jumping back. She held her spirit tightly in her hands. "Erica! Move!" The oriental didn't move and seemed transfixed. "Erica!" Finally the girl turned around and her eyes glowed the same purple light.
"Why should we fight when we can live in eternal sleep?"
"What?" Christa looked at her and shook her head. "What's gotten into you? We're destined to save this world."
"You think you can save this world, with that pathetic dragon spirit? There is more evil than you could play cards with!" Erica suddenly transformed into her dragon spirit and held her bow ready to fire.
"What are you doing? We're a team!" Christa could see it was no use and hypnotized or not Erica was getting on her nerves. "Alright fine! Let's get this on!" Flames went over her body and quickly formed the red armor. Erica smiled and aimed an arrow that Christa was quick enough to dodge.
The blonde aimed her sword and struck her several times with a fiery fury. Erica stumbled for a moment. Her strength was gone in this battle and Christa could feel that she couldn't use magic. She let down her sword and flew over to her partner.
"Erica snap out of it! This isn't like you." The girl looked up at her and clasped her throat and gasped for breath.
"Christa. help me fight. it!" She pleaded. Her bow rose again and another arrow flew into Christa's armor.
The sword rose again and Christa thought hard.
"Something's lowered her attack and defense abilities. I can't hurt her again or she could die." The sparkled above made Christa looked up and the light bulb went off in her head. "Of course! FLAME SHOT!!!" Quickly the fireball formed and soared into the Griffon's glowing eyes and there was a loud scream. Erica was on her feet and instincts came back and she aimed an arrow that sailed true into the last eye and they both shattered.
Christa stood beside Erica.
"Are you ok?"
"Never felt better." Erica said slyly. "Watch it now. It may not be dead." And she was right. The whole statue suddenly started to collapse and it formed into the true form of the black griffon. "Get ready." Erica warned aiming another arrow. Christa held her sword over her shoulder.
The life born evil was smaller than its rock cousin. Its eyes were brightly purple and there were fangs that were seen where there was supposed to be a mouth. It roared loudly and it spread its great wings. The arrow flew from Erica's bow and hit the eye. The griffon snarled and swiftly pounced on the both of them and flew into the sky and let them go. The two warriors started to fall down back to earth. The griffon aimed a beam from its eyes and tore through the armor of the Dragoon and the warriors came back to earth with a hard bang.
Erica felt her side and could feel the cracked armor of the White Silver Dragon.
"That must be from the Dragon campaign. If we can't defeat it, it'll kill us with another strike." Christa stood on her feet and lifted from the ground and aimed another Flame shot but the griffon had no affect. The monster lifted them again from the ground and pecked at them on the way down and let the fall to earth again. The griffon stood on a mountain high above them and its eyes started absorbing energy from their armor and created a beam of fire and light. Both of the girl's eyes went wide. A monster from the past had come back to haunt them and they were going to die here and now from their own power being used against them.
* ssp47's corner * Yeah you're hanging but that's the fun in writing. Don't worry the next chapter will be up soon enough and we'll see if Christa or Erica bite the dust.
CHAPTER 5: "Eyes and Shadows"
Christa ran her hands over the blade of the long sword. Gold and silver streaks were melted in the blade and it seemed to better hold the strong steel together. The handle was made of gold and copper and wrapped in leather because of the precious gems that were embedded in.
"I think it's time we went back." She heard Erica say while feeding the campfire.
"What's your reason?" The blonde replied.
"We've been up here almost three weeks and we've probably stayed longer than we should've. Any rate, I think you're ready enough."
"Enough? Do you still not think I'm as strong as I should be?"
"No. You've come along way in a very short time but I think it's time we went to Mt. of Redeemed Souls."
"Alright, let's pack up then. Don't want to keep the elves waiting." It took them about an hour and a half to pack everything together and to clean up the place but eventually they had put up every piece of camping equipment and the fire had been put out. Erica stood over the camp area looking for anything they might have missed. Christa sat in her SUV that had been fully repaired the day before they arrived. The teen put on her black sunglasses and jammed the radio to Country Rock 67.8. After ten minutes Erica hopped in the front and they drove home, with the young oriental reluctantly enduring Shania Twain.
The mountains were about a day's drive away from Christa's apartment and it was near 3 A.M. by the time they reached Harrelson city, Georgia. Georgia used to be part of the United States until the War on Terror tore the country in half from West to East. The West was what was left of the United States with their ownership of all of Mexico while the East was the new country of Alta. Christa almost tripped on the long staircase that she usually ran up and her tired mind didn't help her either as she fumbled the keys into the door. The lock clicked and like a zombie she walked in neglecting the box of mail outside her door.
Erica followed and lifted the box and shut the door behind her. Her partner was in the kitchen gulping down a glass of water and some Tylenol Pm. The glass hit the counter like a rock and the girl slowly made her way to her bedroom and collapsed on her bed. Her actions amused the dark headed teen and she prepared herself for the night.
"At least she's too tired to be negative." She said smiling and she slept soundly for the rest of the night. Unfortunately for all the people that were trying to sleep but couldn't find the sand man, were rudely interrupted in their attempts for a soundless night. The cause of this problem rested in an old redneck that drove himself drunk every couple of weeks. And we're talking out of his "flicked gorge" drunk. The old man while taking huge gulps of strong liquor, was singing old annoying nursery rhymes.
"Old MacWonald had a charm, epee, peewee, coo. * hiccup * and on his farm she pad a brat, kewieeee, peewees, hoof!"
The singing roused some neighbors but they had bought extra strength nighttime pills and were out of it quicker than anything on earth. Christa on the other hand, couldn't afford such luxury. She swelled eyes opened and her ears heard the banshee singing to the devil.
"No, this is not happening to me." She groaned loudly. She grabbed a shoe and went over to her window and lifted the latch. There her moving target was walking around in circles playing "ring around the rosy" in the parking lot. She took careless aim and threw the shoe with all her might. It hit the man on the top of his head and he was knocked down to the pavement.
"I think I should've used a brick." Christa said crawling back into bed. A few seconds later the old man was up again and rambling weird sayings as he stood under Christa's window.
"Romeo! Romeo! Come down here to me! Come to me my Romeo!" Christa's went very wide. "Come to me and we'll create love! Oh, come my Romeo!" Christa grit her teeth hard.
"He's insane!" She shouted piling her pillows on top of her head.
"Oh you do not know how long I've waited for this night! Come! Come! Come! Come to me!" The way he said this was like an African chant. "Come! Come! Come! Come to me! Come! Come! Come! Come to me my baby! Come! Come! Come! Come! Come! Come! Come! Come to me! Come! Come! Come! Come! Come! Come! Come! Come! Come to me my baby! Come! Come! Come! Come! Come! Come to me! Come-"
"Argh!" Christa yelled. "That's IT!" She stormed out of her apartment and nearly jumped the stairs and arrived at the parking lot. The old man grinned and opened his arms to her. The blonde clenched her fists. The old man stopped and suddenly fell hard on the pavement from the force of Christa's knuckles. The old man looked up at the sky and smiled and started nodding his head side to side.
"We all live in a purple submarine. A purple submarine, a purple submarine!" Christa growled and as he stood up on his feet and maneuvered her leg and her foot hit across his jaw line and sent him again to the pavement unconscious. She paused for a moment and listened to the silence.
"Thank you!" She exclaimed and went back upstairs and into her apartment. She saw Erica sleeping soundlessly like an angel on the couch bed and Christa stared at her in envy.
"You suck!" She muttered leaving the room.
*~*
The two dragon warriors only got better and stronger over the next couple of weeks as Christa and Erica drove to Mt. of Redeemed Souls and they continued to see unexpected monsters and surprises. And they weren't short on cash either. After twelve weeks of fighting they had gained enough gold to buy China and with Christa's SUV the rocky roads were a breeze. In the back of the vehicle there was a loud clang as Christa swerved around a corner.
"How much weight do we have in gold? It's slowing down my car." Christa asked looking behind her shoulder. "Holy crap! What are we going to do with all of that?"
"You mean you never noticed how much gold we collected from our battles?" Erica asked with a sly smile.
"No, not after the sudden slow of the engine."
"Well be grateful for what we have earned, trust me we'll need it."
"But for what? No shops take gold, well I'm sure they would but you don't buy things with gold."
"Well that's the shops you know. Infact there should be a weapon shop over the mountain."
"A weapon shop? Who sells weapons for a living?"
"You ask too many questions. It shouldn't be surprising to you. We're beyond human weapons and our spirits require weapons from the past." Christa was silent for awhile until they came to a fork in the road.
"Left or right?"
"You'll get the hang of it eventually. It took me awhile too." Erica said warmly. Christa sighed.
"Right or left?" She asked again.
"Take a left." The SUV drove on and bumped along the way over rocks and ditches and small rivers. Five minutes passed by, then ten and then thirty and it went on until an hour passed, then two. Erica looked out the window suddenly noticing the small gray clouds that were forming.
"Two hours and nothing. Didn't you say we'd be there by five?" Erica didn't answer. * Something doesn't look right about this. * The dark haired girl thought. * Where did this come from?"
"Where did this fog come from?" Christa asked noticing it for the first time. "And why do I have the feeling something bad is about to happen?"
Suddenly the car turned off and they came to a sudden stop by clouding with a tree. Seatbelts prevented the girls from hitting the dashboard. There was a silence that Christa couldn't stand, the same breath taking horror.
"Erica are you ok?" She asked shaking a little.
"Yes." Erica looked at Christa and could almost feel the same tension in her mind. "I'm alright."
Both their foreheads were sweating and a strange fear had a hold on them. There was a loud crack from the outside world and the SUV leaned with the tree. The were wheels turning a bit every few seconds. * Stay calm, you can survive this. * Christa thought angrily. * I'm not afraid! * Erica stayed put and the SUV moved again. Breaths were as loud as thunder and the air seemed to be as cold as winter.
"What are we going to do?" Christa whispered.
"We can't try to get out without the vehicle dragging us down to the bottom." She replied in the same whisper. "The best thing we can do is use our dragon spirits." But there was a fear to reach for them. It was a new phobia, if they moved in the slightest measurement, it could be fatal. Christa stared out the windshield that was completely black. Suddenly the car moved again and instead of more fear Christa frowned in fury. She had nothing to lose and nothing in order to live to gain.
"I have nothing else left." She said normally. She reached inside her low hip jean pocket and pulled out her dragon spirit. The SUV moved again. The Red crimson light glowed across her white jean skin-fitting shirt and on the red bandana that was tied around her neck.
Erica looked at the sudden found courage in her partner. She smiled and pulled out her White Silver Dragoon spirit glowed over her white black tank under a tan jean jacket and a pair of old blue jeans. The two spirits, like old friends glowed together and their magic sank deep into the car. There was another loud crack and the tree went over the cliff but the vehicle remained on the edge.
Christa quickly backed it up onto the road, as it was charged by the magical power. The two girls got out but the fog was still among them, with their dragoon spirits in their hands.
"What made it.?" Christa asked looking around seeing nothing.
"I've heard there is unbalanced magic in this forest." Erica said looking around. "I've also heard tourists say there was a statue that looked like a griffon." A gleam of purple light sparkled behind them. Christa saw it in the rearview mirror of her car and whirled around.
"Erica is that it?" She asked pointing towards the enormous statue. Erica stood and looked closer at the blank figure. It had a slim body of fur and tail and scales around the edges of the animal. Huge wings were on the back and horns stuck out from the forehead. The eyes were blank and glowed in purple light. It seemed to have no beak or any other part of the face but it had claws on all four feet.
"No. I've never seen a griffon shaped liked that." She walked closer to it and the eyes glowed madly.
"Watch it! That thing must be evil!" Christa exclaimed jumping back. She held her spirit tightly in her hands. "Erica! Move!" The oriental didn't move and seemed transfixed. "Erica!" Finally the girl turned around and her eyes glowed the same purple light.
"Why should we fight when we can live in eternal sleep?"
"What?" Christa looked at her and shook her head. "What's gotten into you? We're destined to save this world."
"You think you can save this world, with that pathetic dragon spirit? There is more evil than you could play cards with!" Erica suddenly transformed into her dragon spirit and held her bow ready to fire.
"What are you doing? We're a team!" Christa could see it was no use and hypnotized or not Erica was getting on her nerves. "Alright fine! Let's get this on!" Flames went over her body and quickly formed the red armor. Erica smiled and aimed an arrow that Christa was quick enough to dodge.
The blonde aimed her sword and struck her several times with a fiery fury. Erica stumbled for a moment. Her strength was gone in this battle and Christa could feel that she couldn't use magic. She let down her sword and flew over to her partner.
"Erica snap out of it! This isn't like you." The girl looked up at her and clasped her throat and gasped for breath.
"Christa. help me fight. it!" She pleaded. Her bow rose again and another arrow flew into Christa's armor.
The sword rose again and Christa thought hard.
"Something's lowered her attack and defense abilities. I can't hurt her again or she could die." The sparkled above made Christa looked up and the light bulb went off in her head. "Of course! FLAME SHOT!!!" Quickly the fireball formed and soared into the Griffon's glowing eyes and there was a loud scream. Erica was on her feet and instincts came back and she aimed an arrow that sailed true into the last eye and they both shattered.
Christa stood beside Erica.
"Are you ok?"
"Never felt better." Erica said slyly. "Watch it now. It may not be dead." And she was right. The whole statue suddenly started to collapse and it formed into the true form of the black griffon. "Get ready." Erica warned aiming another arrow. Christa held her sword over her shoulder.
The life born evil was smaller than its rock cousin. Its eyes were brightly purple and there were fangs that were seen where there was supposed to be a mouth. It roared loudly and it spread its great wings. The arrow flew from Erica's bow and hit the eye. The griffon snarled and swiftly pounced on the both of them and flew into the sky and let them go. The two warriors started to fall down back to earth. The griffon aimed a beam from its eyes and tore through the armor of the Dragoon and the warriors came back to earth with a hard bang.
Erica felt her side and could feel the cracked armor of the White Silver Dragon.
"That must be from the Dragon campaign. If we can't defeat it, it'll kill us with another strike." Christa stood on her feet and lifted from the ground and aimed another Flame shot but the griffon had no affect. The monster lifted them again from the ground and pecked at them on the way down and let the fall to earth again. The griffon stood on a mountain high above them and its eyes started absorbing energy from their armor and created a beam of fire and light. Both of the girl's eyes went wide. A monster from the past had come back to haunt them and they were going to die here and now from their own power being used against them.
* ssp47's corner * Yeah you're hanging but that's the fun in writing. Don't worry the next chapter will be up soon enough and we'll see if Christa or Erica bite the dust.