Chapter 10
The front door of Francisco's Summer hut creaked open just a hair. A shadow covered hand reached in, with it a blade! Suddenly the door burst open and a hoard of little men swarmed throughout the entire house in a rage! Pottery was smashed, and furniture destroyed as the Demonic creatures covered every inch of the house, some now breaking down the doors of the bedroms. Regardless, all were now awake, in a state of alarm. Peter's armour was now seeming very useless, his breastplate over a bare chest, and leggings on bare legs (he still had night shorts on, thank Node). Nikita's sleeping robe was almost exactly the same as to her daytime one, long black and magically enchanted, so no worries there. Francisco had come to expect this to happen, so he slept in full clothing. Nikita threw a vial of WALL-GONE at her left wall, putting a hole in it to keep her and Peter together as one fighting force.
"Cool! Let me try." Peter said. He picked one of his vials and threw it at the other wall in Nikita's room, where Francisco's room would be. The wall, instead of dissapearing, began to develop spots.
"Oops, that must have been a SPOTS vial." Peter said embarrassed.
"We're getting ready for the battle for our lives." Nikita said while grabbing another potion from her belt. "And you throw SPOTS at the wall. I have no idea how you lasted this long."
She suddenly threw the vial at the wall, and Francisco walked into join them.
"Are you two enjoying yourself?" Francisco asked while drawing his Kris'.
"Quite, actually. Thanks for asking." Peter replied.
It was at that very moment that the door of Nikita's room was bashed open. It flew right into Peter and knocked him to the ground. Nikita and Francisco stood back to back, while the mob of tiny men surrounded them, leaving Peter off in a corner to be squished by the solid oak door.
"We don't wish you people any harm." Francisco said to the men. "Can we talk to your leader perhaps?"
Suddenly, the mob settled, and a gap was produced in the front of the circle. And in walked the smallest of all of them.
"So, you wish to waste my time, eh?" The smallest said. "It is very precious you know. So you see that is why I can't let you have any of my time. My name is Sankot, the king of the halfling raiders. I have always led my men to victory against anything we fight, and you are no exception. You will now die under my hands. Have a nice trip...to hell!!!"
As he turned to leave, the circle closed, and every single man attacked the two Jihado's. They didn't stand a chance, and Peter could see it. But he had no access to any weapons. He had no way he could help them. He was about to start praying when he saw an attacker coming for Nikita's back.
"Watch Out!!" He screamed, but it was no use. He stretched out his hand, and... "NOOO!!!!!"
That's when something mysterious happened. A small light glowed in Peter's outstretched hand. It began to get bigger, and bluer, until it encompassed his whole hand. And after what seemed like an hour to Peter (but was really milleseconds) The light stretched out into a kind of Arrow, and fired right into the halfling attacking Nikita. And from his hand came hundreds of arrows, all firing rapidly at the heart of each of the halflings, killing each one instantly. And as quickly as it had appeared, the light vanished, leaving many dead halflings and three shocked humans
"Wh-wh-what wa-wa-was th-th-that??? Nikita stammered out.
"It seems our friend Peter has been holding out on us. You do know some magic, don't you?" Francisco questioned.
"What happened?" Peter asked, staring in wide-eyed disbelief.
"But no child could do that...Could it be?" Francisco muttered to himself
"Could it be what, Francisco?" Nikita said while helping Peter out from under the door.
"The tenth stone....." Francisco said softly.
Hope you like that cliffhanger people. Oh, I love doing that to you guys and girls. mwuhahaha.
The front door of Francisco's Summer hut creaked open just a hair. A shadow covered hand reached in, with it a blade! Suddenly the door burst open and a hoard of little men swarmed throughout the entire house in a rage! Pottery was smashed, and furniture destroyed as the Demonic creatures covered every inch of the house, some now breaking down the doors of the bedroms. Regardless, all were now awake, in a state of alarm. Peter's armour was now seeming very useless, his breastplate over a bare chest, and leggings on bare legs (he still had night shorts on, thank Node). Nikita's sleeping robe was almost exactly the same as to her daytime one, long black and magically enchanted, so no worries there. Francisco had come to expect this to happen, so he slept in full clothing. Nikita threw a vial of WALL-GONE at her left wall, putting a hole in it to keep her and Peter together as one fighting force.
"Cool! Let me try." Peter said. He picked one of his vials and threw it at the other wall in Nikita's room, where Francisco's room would be. The wall, instead of dissapearing, began to develop spots.
"Oops, that must have been a SPOTS vial." Peter said embarrassed.
"We're getting ready for the battle for our lives." Nikita said while grabbing another potion from her belt. "And you throw SPOTS at the wall. I have no idea how you lasted this long."
She suddenly threw the vial at the wall, and Francisco walked into join them.
"Are you two enjoying yourself?" Francisco asked while drawing his Kris'.
"Quite, actually. Thanks for asking." Peter replied.
It was at that very moment that the door of Nikita's room was bashed open. It flew right into Peter and knocked him to the ground. Nikita and Francisco stood back to back, while the mob of tiny men surrounded them, leaving Peter off in a corner to be squished by the solid oak door.
"We don't wish you people any harm." Francisco said to the men. "Can we talk to your leader perhaps?"
Suddenly, the mob settled, and a gap was produced in the front of the circle. And in walked the smallest of all of them.
"So, you wish to waste my time, eh?" The smallest said. "It is very precious you know. So you see that is why I can't let you have any of my time. My name is Sankot, the king of the halfling raiders. I have always led my men to victory against anything we fight, and you are no exception. You will now die under my hands. Have a nice trip...to hell!!!"
As he turned to leave, the circle closed, and every single man attacked the two Jihado's. They didn't stand a chance, and Peter could see it. But he had no access to any weapons. He had no way he could help them. He was about to start praying when he saw an attacker coming for Nikita's back.
"Watch Out!!" He screamed, but it was no use. He stretched out his hand, and... "NOOO!!!!!"
That's when something mysterious happened. A small light glowed in Peter's outstretched hand. It began to get bigger, and bluer, until it encompassed his whole hand. And after what seemed like an hour to Peter (but was really milleseconds) The light stretched out into a kind of Arrow, and fired right into the halfling attacking Nikita. And from his hand came hundreds of arrows, all firing rapidly at the heart of each of the halflings, killing each one instantly. And as quickly as it had appeared, the light vanished, leaving many dead halflings and three shocked humans
"Wh-wh-what wa-wa-was th-th-that??? Nikita stammered out.
"It seems our friend Peter has been holding out on us. You do know some magic, don't you?" Francisco questioned.
"What happened?" Peter asked, staring in wide-eyed disbelief.
"But no child could do that...Could it be?" Francisco muttered to himself
"Could it be what, Francisco?" Nikita said while helping Peter out from under the door.
"The tenth stone....." Francisco said softly.
Hope you like that cliffhanger people. Oh, I love doing that to you guys and girls. mwuhahaha.