Chapter 13
"WHAT IN THE NAME OF GOD'S GREEN EARTH WERE YOU THINKING?" Sarah yelled at Jazalyn. Everyone was in the car when Mia suggested going to Sengoku University to get some information. Since Sengoku University was the university that Jazalyn, Melissa, Melody, and Sarah were studying at, the authors wanted to get some personal stuff before heading out.
"Pick," Jazalyn muttered.
"Pulling a stunt like that could have gotten you killed," Sarah raged.
"And Anubis would have killed you if I hadn't interfered," Jazalyn shot back.
"Does this happen a lot?" Ryo whispered to Melissa.
"It's already happened twice today," Melissa shook her head, "both girls are fiercely protective of their friends. I'm afraid that with all this danger around, someone isn't going to die of a battle wound."
"Then what are they going to die from?" Ryo asked.
"A heart attack," Melissa smiled.
When Mia pulled up on campus, everyone got out of the jeep. Mia, Brian and Ryo went to Dr. Koji's office, while the Jazalyn, Melissa, Sarah, and Melody went to their dorm rooms.
'Okay,' Jazalyn thought, 'I have enough gauze, dressings, small band-aids, antibiotic ointment, plastic bags, ice, blankets, bottles of water, and other important stuff I need for First Aid.' After slinging the First Aid bag into her book bag, Jazalyn grabbed a large blank book so she could write, and several black ballpoint pens. After all three things were in her book bag, Jazalyn closed the bag and slung the one strap book bag over her back and secured it. As Jazalyn went to her nightstand, she looked at the only picture she had of her mother. Jazalyn sighed; her mother had died of cancer when she was 2 years old and her father had never remarried. Sometimes Jazalyn wondered if it was a blessing or a curse to look like your deceased mother. From what her father had told her, she had her mother's face shape and hair color. Well, she wasn't too sure about the hair color; in the picture, her mother wore a curly, medium brown wig. A clear testament that the Chemotherapy treatment her mother was receiving had left her bald. Jazalyn picked up the picture, 'I want to make you proud mom,' she thought, 'if you're watching me, I want you to be proud of me.'
Jazalyn's thoughts were interrupted when someone knocked on her door, "I'm coming," she yelled.
When she opened the door, she was greeted by Melissa's smiling face, "Can I come in?"
"Sure," Jazalyn smiled back.
When Melissa entered, she asked Jazalyn, "do you want to talk about that fight you two had in the jeep?"
Jazalyn sighed, "Sarah's going to have to get used to the fact that I'm fiercely protective of my friends."
"We can't have you two butting heads over everyone's safety," Melissa said finally.
Jazalyn sighed as she sank onto her bed, "What do you want to know?" She asked.
"I want to hear your reason," Melissa said.
"My reason?" Jazalyn asked, puzzled.
"Yes," Melissa replied, "I know why Sarah is protective of her friends, but I don't know why you are."
"Tell me Sarah's reason first," Jazalyn asked.
Melissa sighed, "Sarah is an orphan. All her life, she's been moved from one foster home to another. She's never really had a stable family in her life, much less friends. I guess when you live with the constant fear of never being able to keep friends, you tend to hold to the ones you do have with a tight grip."
Jazalyn smiled sadly, "my excuse isn't so clear cut. I've always been fiercely protective of my friends, even when I was little. My dad is the same way. I guess you could say it runs in the family."
Melissa smiled, "I want you two to realize that neither of you are all-powerful. You cannot be everywhere all the time."
Jazalyn smiled, "do you know how many people have told me that?"
"No," Melissa replied.
"You told me the same thing that I have been told all my life," Jazalyn replied.
"And it hasn't sunk in?" Melissa smiled.
"I'm stubborn," Jazalyn replied, "and you know what that means."
"That you don't listen," Melissa laughed.
"Exactly," Jazalyn smiled.
Melody walked out onto the quad, the grassy area was comforting. It was on the quad where she would write her poems and think about the types of books she would write. Melody imagined all the prestige an author with a bestseller would have, and hoped one day to write a book that would make it on the bestsellers list. Melody suddenly pushed those thoughts out of her head when she thought she was being watched.
Dais, Cale, and Sekhmet were in the throne room, looking at the five authors. Apparently, they had underestimated these five non-combatants. When Anubis had returned to the castle, he was a mess; Wildfire's Katana had cut him deep in the shoulder. But what really shook the three remaining Warlords was the fact that the clean, well-aimed blow was delivered not by Wildfire, but the girl Jazalyn. They could have teased Anubis for his failure, but when he passed out from so much blood loss right in front of them, the remaining three Warlords had to send him to the Healer immediately. The Healer assured Talpa that Anubis would recover, but that he must stay out of action for a while. Needless to say, Talpa was not happy, but he accepted the Healer's words and summoned the remaining Warlords to the throne room. "Anubis will not be able to fight the Ronin Warriors with his injury," Talpa informed his Warlords, "So I choose Sekhmet to destroy the Ryo of the Wildfire, before he can revive the others."
"It would be my pleasure, sire," Sekhmet bowed.
"Be careful," Cale smirked, "or you may end up like Anubis."
Sekhmet glared, "they are weak, the girl Jazalyn got lucky."
"That wasn't luck," Dais mused, "this Jazalyn knows how to think on her feet. If we aren't careful, we could end up like Anubis."
"Are you afraid of them?" Cale teased.
"I'm just cautious," Dais replied.
"Don't worry," Sekhmet replied, ignoring Dais and Cale, "I will not fail you master."
"WHAT IN THE NAME OF GOD'S GREEN EARTH WERE YOU THINKING?" Sarah yelled at Jazalyn. Everyone was in the car when Mia suggested going to Sengoku University to get some information. Since Sengoku University was the university that Jazalyn, Melissa, Melody, and Sarah were studying at, the authors wanted to get some personal stuff before heading out.
"Pick," Jazalyn muttered.
"Pulling a stunt like that could have gotten you killed," Sarah raged.
"And Anubis would have killed you if I hadn't interfered," Jazalyn shot back.
"Does this happen a lot?" Ryo whispered to Melissa.
"It's already happened twice today," Melissa shook her head, "both girls are fiercely protective of their friends. I'm afraid that with all this danger around, someone isn't going to die of a battle wound."
"Then what are they going to die from?" Ryo asked.
"A heart attack," Melissa smiled.
When Mia pulled up on campus, everyone got out of the jeep. Mia, Brian and Ryo went to Dr. Koji's office, while the Jazalyn, Melissa, Sarah, and Melody went to their dorm rooms.
'Okay,' Jazalyn thought, 'I have enough gauze, dressings, small band-aids, antibiotic ointment, plastic bags, ice, blankets, bottles of water, and other important stuff I need for First Aid.' After slinging the First Aid bag into her book bag, Jazalyn grabbed a large blank book so she could write, and several black ballpoint pens. After all three things were in her book bag, Jazalyn closed the bag and slung the one strap book bag over her back and secured it. As Jazalyn went to her nightstand, she looked at the only picture she had of her mother. Jazalyn sighed; her mother had died of cancer when she was 2 years old and her father had never remarried. Sometimes Jazalyn wondered if it was a blessing or a curse to look like your deceased mother. From what her father had told her, she had her mother's face shape and hair color. Well, she wasn't too sure about the hair color; in the picture, her mother wore a curly, medium brown wig. A clear testament that the Chemotherapy treatment her mother was receiving had left her bald. Jazalyn picked up the picture, 'I want to make you proud mom,' she thought, 'if you're watching me, I want you to be proud of me.'
Jazalyn's thoughts were interrupted when someone knocked on her door, "I'm coming," she yelled.
When she opened the door, she was greeted by Melissa's smiling face, "Can I come in?"
"Sure," Jazalyn smiled back.
When Melissa entered, she asked Jazalyn, "do you want to talk about that fight you two had in the jeep?"
Jazalyn sighed, "Sarah's going to have to get used to the fact that I'm fiercely protective of my friends."
"We can't have you two butting heads over everyone's safety," Melissa said finally.
Jazalyn sighed as she sank onto her bed, "What do you want to know?" She asked.
"I want to hear your reason," Melissa said.
"My reason?" Jazalyn asked, puzzled.
"Yes," Melissa replied, "I know why Sarah is protective of her friends, but I don't know why you are."
"Tell me Sarah's reason first," Jazalyn asked.
Melissa sighed, "Sarah is an orphan. All her life, she's been moved from one foster home to another. She's never really had a stable family in her life, much less friends. I guess when you live with the constant fear of never being able to keep friends, you tend to hold to the ones you do have with a tight grip."
Jazalyn smiled sadly, "my excuse isn't so clear cut. I've always been fiercely protective of my friends, even when I was little. My dad is the same way. I guess you could say it runs in the family."
Melissa smiled, "I want you two to realize that neither of you are all-powerful. You cannot be everywhere all the time."
Jazalyn smiled, "do you know how many people have told me that?"
"No," Melissa replied.
"You told me the same thing that I have been told all my life," Jazalyn replied.
"And it hasn't sunk in?" Melissa smiled.
"I'm stubborn," Jazalyn replied, "and you know what that means."
"That you don't listen," Melissa laughed.
"Exactly," Jazalyn smiled.
Melody walked out onto the quad, the grassy area was comforting. It was on the quad where she would write her poems and think about the types of books she would write. Melody imagined all the prestige an author with a bestseller would have, and hoped one day to write a book that would make it on the bestsellers list. Melody suddenly pushed those thoughts out of her head when she thought she was being watched.
Dais, Cale, and Sekhmet were in the throne room, looking at the five authors. Apparently, they had underestimated these five non-combatants. When Anubis had returned to the castle, he was a mess; Wildfire's Katana had cut him deep in the shoulder. But what really shook the three remaining Warlords was the fact that the clean, well-aimed blow was delivered not by Wildfire, but the girl Jazalyn. They could have teased Anubis for his failure, but when he passed out from so much blood loss right in front of them, the remaining three Warlords had to send him to the Healer immediately. The Healer assured Talpa that Anubis would recover, but that he must stay out of action for a while. Needless to say, Talpa was not happy, but he accepted the Healer's words and summoned the remaining Warlords to the throne room. "Anubis will not be able to fight the Ronin Warriors with his injury," Talpa informed his Warlords, "So I choose Sekhmet to destroy the Ryo of the Wildfire, before he can revive the others."
"It would be my pleasure, sire," Sekhmet bowed.
"Be careful," Cale smirked, "or you may end up like Anubis."
Sekhmet glared, "they are weak, the girl Jazalyn got lucky."
"That wasn't luck," Dais mused, "this Jazalyn knows how to think on her feet. If we aren't careful, we could end up like Anubis."
"Are you afraid of them?" Cale teased.
"I'm just cautious," Dais replied.
"Don't worry," Sekhmet replied, ignoring Dais and Cale, "I will not fail you master."