"WHAT?" yelled Alan after Jamie finished explaining.
"You have a talisman power and you need to come with us to uncles antique shop," She repeated yawning. "I'm getting tired of this! It's time to go!"
"Wait!" yelled Kirby jumping up from his chair. "Can I come to?"
Jenna stared at him loathingly.
"I'm afraid not Kirby," Jamie answered. "And I'm sure we all would appreciate it if you stayed quite about it!"
"Oh no!" Kirby said. "I'm coming or I'll tell everyone!"
"Well I'm sure you have fun in the nuthouse," she responded. "You'll probably be safer there to. So goodbye!"
"What if they come looking for me?" he asked. "Then they would know where Alan went and they would be all over your antique shop!"
Frustration welled up in Jamie's mind almost causing her to loose her cover. Tension ran high in the living room.
"You know what you can do?!" Jamie growled angrily. "You can shove this up your..."
"Ok I think that's enough!" Jade yelled interrupting Jamie. "It's obvious we have to protect Kirby from Garet just in case he comes here searching for Alan."
"Fine," Jamie said taking a few deep breaths. "Fine. We will take him to section thirteen and lock him up!"
"Hey!" yelled Kirby walking next to Jamie. "I'm not getting locked up by anyone!"
"Then you aren't coming!" Jamie yelled back.
"What makes you think you can run things?!" yelled Kirby.
"I can most likely run things better than you ever could!" Jamie yelled back.
"Yeah you want to prove it?!" Kirby yelled back.
"I think I will run anything I like!" Jamie yelled back. "And that will prove it!"
"I'll call the police and they'll be over here in two minutes if you don't bring me along!" he yelled. "And you can take that and shove it up your..."
"ENOUGH!" A loud voice yelled.
Everyone fell silent again and searched for who had said it. To everyone's surprise Alan walked forwards.
"Let's just take Kirby along and be done with it," he said blushing then added shyly. "Please?"
"Yeah alright," Jamie said.
She took a deep breath and concentrated all of her anger then breathed out feeling her tension and frustration wash over her and disappear.
"I'm sorry I got upset," she apologized.
"Yeah I'm sorry I yelled," Kirby answered.
"Now that we have that clarified how are we going to get home?" asked Jade.
"What do you mean?" asked Jamie.
"Well there's only two of you who have wings," Jade answered. "And there's three people to carry."
"Wait a second!" Kirby said. "You have wings? Since when?"
Jamie and Surianna unfurled their wings leaving Kirby and Alan in surprise and astonishment.
"Surianna you can carry..." Jamie started.
"ME!" Kirby interrupted smiling.
"Never in a million years!" Surianna growled.
"Surianna will be carrying Jade," Jamie said ignoring Kirby. "And I will be carrying Kirby and Alan."
Kirby humphed but it went unnoticed. Jamie began to flap her wings but a black van came around the corner and was headed their way.
"Act casual!" Jamie hissed retracting her wings as quickly as possible.
The van drove past slowly then rounded the corner.
"All clear now," she said bringing out her wings. "Let's...."
At that moment a small dart pierced the skin on her neck and her eyes glazed over.
"Run," she muttered and fell to the ground.
Everything went black.
Her arms were aching and she was barely aware of a small pain in her neck. With a throbbing head she opened her eyes only to find that a blindfold blocked her view. For a moment the memory of her and Garet flashed past her eyes then disappeared.
"Mummf!" she exclaimed but her words were only silenced by a gag.
"Awake are you?" a chilling voice said. "No matter. You are the same amount of threat as you were when you were asleep!"
His cold laugh echoed through the room then immediately stopped when a clicking noise was heard.
"Oriath we have found Garet's hideout and...."
"Silence!" Oriath yelled angrily.
"I apologize sir," the man quickly apologized sounded rather shaky. "I didn't mean to..."
"I will not tolerate this insubordination!" He raged. "I ordered you to stay out of this room!"
"But..." he whimpered.
"Silence!" Oriath yelled. "It is obvious that you consider yourself higher than me!"
"No!" he yelled in a frightened voice.
"Maybe you would like to join your brother!" spat Oriath. "For was it not me who saved your scrawny neck from the ocean? Was it not me who fed you and did not ask for anything in return?"
"It will not happen again my lord," the man said in a more dignified voice.
"Then leave!" ordered Oriath.
There was another clicking noise and Jamie knew a door had just shut.
"So," said Oriath. "So, so, so."
His tone was agitated and angry.
"You, the holder of the snake talisman power, wish to disappear do you?" he asked.
Jamie barely realized that she had become invisible while Oriath had been yelling. Slowly she became visible again. A cold hand caressed her face and a shiver went down her spine.
"So very weak," Oriath muttered. "So helpless and alone. Like a deer surrounded by hunters you shiver and are frightened."
Anger welled up inside her mind flooding her thoughts. What right did he have to call her weak? She felt his hand jerk away from her face so suddenly that she almost gasped. All the anger and hatred disappeared leaving her breathless and tired. What had he done? Who was this man? Then a single thought came to her although small at first it grew. The crystal Arendil had spoken of. The crystal that could transfer powers! It was all to clear. He wanted to take her powers from her and all of the others then he would be an ultimate power! But what of Garet, had he planned to use the crystal in that way? Had he tried to trick her all along? Isn't that what everyone else had been trying to tell her? A single tear fell down her cheek then dropped to the floor. No matter how much she denied it she knew in her heart that Garet had been a fake all along.
"Do you miss your home?" Oriath sneered. "Are you sad? Do you want your mommy?"
He pressed a finger to her forehead. Searing pain split into her skull and her scream was muffled into the gag. Tears fell from her eyes and her mind began to cloud with anger once again. When his painful touch left her forehead she gasped for air and the anger left her thoughts.
"Where is Garet to save you?" asked Oriath in contempt. "He's hiding and shivering in a corner! As helpless as you are!"
His malicious cold laugh echoed off the walls ringing in her ears.
"I must leave you now," he said. "I'm sure you await my return!"
His laughter again echoed as she heard the familiar click of a door opening and closing. Her mind wandered. Had Garet just used her? Had he planned to all along? A clicking noise was heard again, but in a mere thirty seconds more everything went black.
Awaken sleeping one. You must wake for you are in grave danger! You must wake up! Her thoughts were clouded and uneasy as she slowly came back to consciousness. Who's voice had been talking to her? She opened her eyes then gasped. There was no ground below her for a long way then it ended abruptly with a spiky pit. She tried to scream but her mouth was still gagged. She was securely bound with ropes but that did not comfort her.
"Get her down!" Yelled Oriath. "Bring her here!"
She was quickly grabbed from behind and dragged onto land.
"Well Jamie it seems that Garet has made a deal that I could not refuse," he said as two hands took the sides of her rope and lifted her up. "So do not struggle and everything will go as planned."
A gag was still in her mouth so all she could do was stare. Her captures lifted her up and began pulling her as they followed Oriath. They went through a ravine and back towards the city. They finally reached the outskirts after a long and agonizing trip. Her knees were bleeding and bruised but they kept walking until a warehouse came into view. Oriath stepped through the door and walked inside. Garet and five men were waiting for them.
"Do you have the crystal?" Oriath demanded.
"Do you have her?" Garet demanded back.
They dragged Jamie into view range then threw her to the floor. Garet began to walk over to her when one of the men walked in the way.
"Crystal first," Oriath said.
Garet pulled out a large black diamond the size of his fist and held it in his palm. Several thoughts ran through Jamie's head at once and she began to shake her head. Don't do it Garet! She thought desperately.
"Give her to me first!" he demanded.
"Tell you what," Oriath said as his guard started cracking his fingers. "I'll take the crystal and you!"
The guard threw a punch at Garet, which he easily avoided then he whistled. Garet's men ran forwards yelling and soon became engaged in a fight with the two guards. Jamie tried to wiggle her way out of the ropes but they had made deep bruises and burns in her skin that prevented her form moving without hurting herself. Her eyes clouded with tears and she winced in pain as the ropes dug deeper into her skin. A familiar face came running towards her. Garet! She thought. He nodded as if hearing her thoughts then kneeled down.
"Are you alright?" he asked slowly fidgeting with her ropes.
She shook her head no. The pain of her cuts were piercing her thoughts and Garet seemed to wince every time a fresh wave of pain caught on.
"I was hoping that if I traded the crystal with Oriath for you that I could..." His eyes glazed over and his hands stopped moving.
He fell forwards and Jamie noticed a paralysis dart sticking out of his back. She felt an overwhelming urge to close her eyes and sleep but she shook her head quickly. Right in front of her a man wearing a black cloak knelt down towards her. He smiled a malicious grin and again she fell into sleep.
A cold tingling sensation coursed through her body and her eyes opened with a shock. Where was she? The question hung in her mind as she looked around. Apparently she was on the ground. Was her hands still bound? She moved her arms freely and sat up. How long had she been asleep? The thought lingered as she dazedly soaked in her surroundings. She was in a cell, a dungeon of some sort. The walls were made of solid stone bricks and the bars were made of steel. Then she noticed a small bundle of rags in the corner. Carefully and silently she flipped them over. It was Garet. He stirred slowly and opened his eyes. Seeing her looking over him he slowly reached up and caressed her face.
"I'm sorry," he muttered. "I couldn't save you."
She held his hand to her cheek with a million questions running through her head that needed answers
"You have a talisman power and you need to come with us to uncles antique shop," She repeated yawning. "I'm getting tired of this! It's time to go!"
"Wait!" yelled Kirby jumping up from his chair. "Can I come to?"
Jenna stared at him loathingly.
"I'm afraid not Kirby," Jamie answered. "And I'm sure we all would appreciate it if you stayed quite about it!"
"Oh no!" Kirby said. "I'm coming or I'll tell everyone!"
"Well I'm sure you have fun in the nuthouse," she responded. "You'll probably be safer there to. So goodbye!"
"What if they come looking for me?" he asked. "Then they would know where Alan went and they would be all over your antique shop!"
Frustration welled up in Jamie's mind almost causing her to loose her cover. Tension ran high in the living room.
"You know what you can do?!" Jamie growled angrily. "You can shove this up your..."
"Ok I think that's enough!" Jade yelled interrupting Jamie. "It's obvious we have to protect Kirby from Garet just in case he comes here searching for Alan."
"Fine," Jamie said taking a few deep breaths. "Fine. We will take him to section thirteen and lock him up!"
"Hey!" yelled Kirby walking next to Jamie. "I'm not getting locked up by anyone!"
"Then you aren't coming!" Jamie yelled back.
"What makes you think you can run things?!" yelled Kirby.
"I can most likely run things better than you ever could!" Jamie yelled back.
"Yeah you want to prove it?!" Kirby yelled back.
"I think I will run anything I like!" Jamie yelled back. "And that will prove it!"
"I'll call the police and they'll be over here in two minutes if you don't bring me along!" he yelled. "And you can take that and shove it up your..."
"ENOUGH!" A loud voice yelled.
Everyone fell silent again and searched for who had said it. To everyone's surprise Alan walked forwards.
"Let's just take Kirby along and be done with it," he said blushing then added shyly. "Please?"
"Yeah alright," Jamie said.
She took a deep breath and concentrated all of her anger then breathed out feeling her tension and frustration wash over her and disappear.
"I'm sorry I got upset," she apologized.
"Yeah I'm sorry I yelled," Kirby answered.
"Now that we have that clarified how are we going to get home?" asked Jade.
"What do you mean?" asked Jamie.
"Well there's only two of you who have wings," Jade answered. "And there's three people to carry."
"Wait a second!" Kirby said. "You have wings? Since when?"
Jamie and Surianna unfurled their wings leaving Kirby and Alan in surprise and astonishment.
"Surianna you can carry..." Jamie started.
"ME!" Kirby interrupted smiling.
"Never in a million years!" Surianna growled.
"Surianna will be carrying Jade," Jamie said ignoring Kirby. "And I will be carrying Kirby and Alan."
Kirby humphed but it went unnoticed. Jamie began to flap her wings but a black van came around the corner and was headed their way.
"Act casual!" Jamie hissed retracting her wings as quickly as possible.
The van drove past slowly then rounded the corner.
"All clear now," she said bringing out her wings. "Let's...."
At that moment a small dart pierced the skin on her neck and her eyes glazed over.
"Run," she muttered and fell to the ground.
Everything went black.
Her arms were aching and she was barely aware of a small pain in her neck. With a throbbing head she opened her eyes only to find that a blindfold blocked her view. For a moment the memory of her and Garet flashed past her eyes then disappeared.
"Mummf!" she exclaimed but her words were only silenced by a gag.
"Awake are you?" a chilling voice said. "No matter. You are the same amount of threat as you were when you were asleep!"
His cold laugh echoed through the room then immediately stopped when a clicking noise was heard.
"Oriath we have found Garet's hideout and...."
"Silence!" Oriath yelled angrily.
"I apologize sir," the man quickly apologized sounded rather shaky. "I didn't mean to..."
"I will not tolerate this insubordination!" He raged. "I ordered you to stay out of this room!"
"But..." he whimpered.
"Silence!" Oriath yelled. "It is obvious that you consider yourself higher than me!"
"No!" he yelled in a frightened voice.
"Maybe you would like to join your brother!" spat Oriath. "For was it not me who saved your scrawny neck from the ocean? Was it not me who fed you and did not ask for anything in return?"
"It will not happen again my lord," the man said in a more dignified voice.
"Then leave!" ordered Oriath.
There was another clicking noise and Jamie knew a door had just shut.
"So," said Oriath. "So, so, so."
His tone was agitated and angry.
"You, the holder of the snake talisman power, wish to disappear do you?" he asked.
Jamie barely realized that she had become invisible while Oriath had been yelling. Slowly she became visible again. A cold hand caressed her face and a shiver went down her spine.
"So very weak," Oriath muttered. "So helpless and alone. Like a deer surrounded by hunters you shiver and are frightened."
Anger welled up inside her mind flooding her thoughts. What right did he have to call her weak? She felt his hand jerk away from her face so suddenly that she almost gasped. All the anger and hatred disappeared leaving her breathless and tired. What had he done? Who was this man? Then a single thought came to her although small at first it grew. The crystal Arendil had spoken of. The crystal that could transfer powers! It was all to clear. He wanted to take her powers from her and all of the others then he would be an ultimate power! But what of Garet, had he planned to use the crystal in that way? Had he tried to trick her all along? Isn't that what everyone else had been trying to tell her? A single tear fell down her cheek then dropped to the floor. No matter how much she denied it she knew in her heart that Garet had been a fake all along.
"Do you miss your home?" Oriath sneered. "Are you sad? Do you want your mommy?"
He pressed a finger to her forehead. Searing pain split into her skull and her scream was muffled into the gag. Tears fell from her eyes and her mind began to cloud with anger once again. When his painful touch left her forehead she gasped for air and the anger left her thoughts.
"Where is Garet to save you?" asked Oriath in contempt. "He's hiding and shivering in a corner! As helpless as you are!"
His malicious cold laugh echoed off the walls ringing in her ears.
"I must leave you now," he said. "I'm sure you await my return!"
His laughter again echoed as she heard the familiar click of a door opening and closing. Her mind wandered. Had Garet just used her? Had he planned to all along? A clicking noise was heard again, but in a mere thirty seconds more everything went black.
Awaken sleeping one. You must wake for you are in grave danger! You must wake up! Her thoughts were clouded and uneasy as she slowly came back to consciousness. Who's voice had been talking to her? She opened her eyes then gasped. There was no ground below her for a long way then it ended abruptly with a spiky pit. She tried to scream but her mouth was still gagged. She was securely bound with ropes but that did not comfort her.
"Get her down!" Yelled Oriath. "Bring her here!"
She was quickly grabbed from behind and dragged onto land.
"Well Jamie it seems that Garet has made a deal that I could not refuse," he said as two hands took the sides of her rope and lifted her up. "So do not struggle and everything will go as planned."
A gag was still in her mouth so all she could do was stare. Her captures lifted her up and began pulling her as they followed Oriath. They went through a ravine and back towards the city. They finally reached the outskirts after a long and agonizing trip. Her knees were bleeding and bruised but they kept walking until a warehouse came into view. Oriath stepped through the door and walked inside. Garet and five men were waiting for them.
"Do you have the crystal?" Oriath demanded.
"Do you have her?" Garet demanded back.
They dragged Jamie into view range then threw her to the floor. Garet began to walk over to her when one of the men walked in the way.
"Crystal first," Oriath said.
Garet pulled out a large black diamond the size of his fist and held it in his palm. Several thoughts ran through Jamie's head at once and she began to shake her head. Don't do it Garet! She thought desperately.
"Give her to me first!" he demanded.
"Tell you what," Oriath said as his guard started cracking his fingers. "I'll take the crystal and you!"
The guard threw a punch at Garet, which he easily avoided then he whistled. Garet's men ran forwards yelling and soon became engaged in a fight with the two guards. Jamie tried to wiggle her way out of the ropes but they had made deep bruises and burns in her skin that prevented her form moving without hurting herself. Her eyes clouded with tears and she winced in pain as the ropes dug deeper into her skin. A familiar face came running towards her. Garet! She thought. He nodded as if hearing her thoughts then kneeled down.
"Are you alright?" he asked slowly fidgeting with her ropes.
She shook her head no. The pain of her cuts were piercing her thoughts and Garet seemed to wince every time a fresh wave of pain caught on.
"I was hoping that if I traded the crystal with Oriath for you that I could..." His eyes glazed over and his hands stopped moving.
He fell forwards and Jamie noticed a paralysis dart sticking out of his back. She felt an overwhelming urge to close her eyes and sleep but she shook her head quickly. Right in front of her a man wearing a black cloak knelt down towards her. He smiled a malicious grin and again she fell into sleep.
A cold tingling sensation coursed through her body and her eyes opened with a shock. Where was she? The question hung in her mind as she looked around. Apparently she was on the ground. Was her hands still bound? She moved her arms freely and sat up. How long had she been asleep? The thought lingered as she dazedly soaked in her surroundings. She was in a cell, a dungeon of some sort. The walls were made of solid stone bricks and the bars were made of steel. Then she noticed a small bundle of rags in the corner. Carefully and silently she flipped them over. It was Garet. He stirred slowly and opened his eyes. Seeing her looking over him he slowly reached up and caressed her face.
"I'm sorry," he muttered. "I couldn't save you."
She held his hand to her cheek with a million questions running through her head that needed answers
