Chapter 15
Cassandra got back up, ignoring her bleeding arm, and looked up in terror at Stantons body. An evil smile spread across his wickedly euphoric face, he squeezed the hand tighter, and she squeezed back, a glow of delight in her eyes. "Now, noble one. Face the change." No one could help him at that point. No one.
The velvet fire wrapped around him. His body grew, his muscles growing larger, and larger until his shirt had torn lightly. His jacket was replaced by a long, flowing blue cape. His shirt turned into a breastplate, not over bulking with metal, only offering him protection. His baggy black pants changed to breeches, gloving his legs along with black boots.
He looked down at his knew apparel. A bright blue emblem shone on his chest. A young maid was standing still, a broken knife by her skirts hem; while a cloaked figure was stabbed with a machete. Underneath, it showed his fathers coat of arms: Protegas Innocentes et Deleas Malum. Protect the innocent, destroy the evil. He smiled, satisfied. He had become the prince that he was meant to be.
Just then, a small hand grabbed his wrist, and the fires. "Your not taking him anywhere! Not without me!" The fire stared at Cassandra incredulously. She glared so violently at it, even Stanton became intimidated. But then, her face grimaced with pain. They looked down to see her hand blistering and bleeding, but she didn't release her death grip on either of them. "Cassandra stop!" Stanton yelled. She still didn't let go.
The fire let go reluctantly. "I wont take you away if your friends are concerned for you. That is a good quality. Don't lose it. However, take one last thing from me that I can give you to help you on your quest." she held her hand to her chest, and put it to her mouth, and blew Stanton a kiss. His gloved hand took the round flame she gave him. And then she disappeared.
He opened his hand, and there was his fathers ring. He could have sworn that Cassandra was the one that had it last. CASSANDRA! He turned to her. She fell to her knees, staring at her gushing hand, and gripping her arm. Yvonne and Kelly ran to her, and held her tight. Guilt ran through him like adrenaline.
Stanton knelt down, and tore away his cloak, and ripped it in half. He handed a strip to Kelly as he gently dressed Cassandra's hand. "I can't tie it, she's got glass in there." Yvonne went to her side, "Cassy, do you want me to take it out?" She asked tenderly. Cassandra nodded tearfully, biting at her lower lip.
"Don't bother." Maggie said, rummaging around her cupboard. "I think I have a potion that will heal her instantly." She pulled out a triangle shaped vile with gritty pink liquid inside. "How's Pepto Bismal gonna help?" Karyl asked worriedly. Stanton interrupted, "Why didn't you guys come to help?" He demanded angrily.
"I swear, we tried, but that fire seemed to be keeping us away. Cassandra somehow broke her hold. And what about you?" Chris said, putting a hand on his hip. Stanton ran his fingers through his hair. "I don't know what happened. It's like I was possessed." He turned to Cassandras red, hurt face. "Cassandra I'm so sorry! I really didn–''
Cassandra put her finger on his lip. "I know. It took all the will I had to get to you." She sighed, and clutched herself. Full of guilt, Stanton picked her up, and laid her gently on the couch, stroking her hair. "It wont hurt much longer." He said in a soothing voice. He leaned over, and kissed her cheek.
Cassandra got back up, ignoring her bleeding arm, and looked up in terror at Stantons body. An evil smile spread across his wickedly euphoric face, he squeezed the hand tighter, and she squeezed back, a glow of delight in her eyes. "Now, noble one. Face the change." No one could help him at that point. No one.
The velvet fire wrapped around him. His body grew, his muscles growing larger, and larger until his shirt had torn lightly. His jacket was replaced by a long, flowing blue cape. His shirt turned into a breastplate, not over bulking with metal, only offering him protection. His baggy black pants changed to breeches, gloving his legs along with black boots.
He looked down at his knew apparel. A bright blue emblem shone on his chest. A young maid was standing still, a broken knife by her skirts hem; while a cloaked figure was stabbed with a machete. Underneath, it showed his fathers coat of arms: Protegas Innocentes et Deleas Malum. Protect the innocent, destroy the evil. He smiled, satisfied. He had become the prince that he was meant to be.
Just then, a small hand grabbed his wrist, and the fires. "Your not taking him anywhere! Not without me!" The fire stared at Cassandra incredulously. She glared so violently at it, even Stanton became intimidated. But then, her face grimaced with pain. They looked down to see her hand blistering and bleeding, but she didn't release her death grip on either of them. "Cassandra stop!" Stanton yelled. She still didn't let go.
The fire let go reluctantly. "I wont take you away if your friends are concerned for you. That is a good quality. Don't lose it. However, take one last thing from me that I can give you to help you on your quest." she held her hand to her chest, and put it to her mouth, and blew Stanton a kiss. His gloved hand took the round flame she gave him. And then she disappeared.
He opened his hand, and there was his fathers ring. He could have sworn that Cassandra was the one that had it last. CASSANDRA! He turned to her. She fell to her knees, staring at her gushing hand, and gripping her arm. Yvonne and Kelly ran to her, and held her tight. Guilt ran through him like adrenaline.
Stanton knelt down, and tore away his cloak, and ripped it in half. He handed a strip to Kelly as he gently dressed Cassandra's hand. "I can't tie it, she's got glass in there." Yvonne went to her side, "Cassy, do you want me to take it out?" She asked tenderly. Cassandra nodded tearfully, biting at her lower lip.
"Don't bother." Maggie said, rummaging around her cupboard. "I think I have a potion that will heal her instantly." She pulled out a triangle shaped vile with gritty pink liquid inside. "How's Pepto Bismal gonna help?" Karyl asked worriedly. Stanton interrupted, "Why didn't you guys come to help?" He demanded angrily.
"I swear, we tried, but that fire seemed to be keeping us away. Cassandra somehow broke her hold. And what about you?" Chris said, putting a hand on his hip. Stanton ran his fingers through his hair. "I don't know what happened. It's like I was possessed." He turned to Cassandras red, hurt face. "Cassandra I'm so sorry! I really didn–''
Cassandra put her finger on his lip. "I know. It took all the will I had to get to you." She sighed, and clutched herself. Full of guilt, Stanton picked her up, and laid her gently on the couch, stroking her hair. "It wont hurt much longer." He said in a soothing voice. He leaned over, and kissed her cheek.