Battle:

Thea looked around her, she watched over her men from her village as the fought off the 150 of the men that had attacked from the east. She was seriously confused. The footsteps at first had started to go around the forbidden forest, but then they seem to change their minds and decided to risk the "curse". Unless someone had found out about the fluke and had told these attackers, whoever they were.

She had no time to ponder this though as another arrow came fling out of the trees, heading right for her. She side stepped the arrow easily, but was now starting to get annoyed. This archer had been shooting at just her since the battle had started, at as soon as she pinpointed his position, he disappeared, only to appear somewhere else, shooting at her from a knew direction. She knew it was the same archer because every time she went to look for him all she felt were his vibrations of his gift, and everyone's gift gave off a different vibe. This mans vibe was not necessarily strong but it wasn't weak, and Thea got the distinct feeling that it was evil. It was not a feeling that she was used to, and she certainly didn't like it.

Thea decided to try something with her gifted archer. She moved in the direction that the last arrow had come from, but instead of looking at the tree's to try to look for him, she looked at the ground and started to sing quietly.

'Hopefully this works' she thought to herself as she concentrated on the ground, near the trees, about 5 yards away from the fighting. She kept walking and singing, and at the same time she acted like she was just looking for this mystery person, not trying to feel footsteps.

There they where. A rather loud pound on the ground as an invisible, yet solid person jumped from an old oak tree that shimmered slightly in the breezeless day. Thea shank back into the shadows, following the footsteps with her mind, not her physical being. A shiver of excitement ran up her spine. She never had put her "talents" to this kind of useful work. She made a mental note to see if there was any other way these musical talents could be used in battle.

The foot steps where making their way around the clearing's bordering trees. They stopped under a tree just the left of her. Thea acted on impulse. She ran fast, and before the archer could climb onto the first limb of the tree, she tackled the invisible form the ground. She landed quite hard but she rolled off the big, manly form and got to her feet before the man even knew he had been caught.

She looked at the imprint in the soil, for the man was still invisible, but she can hear him breathing hard. She heard the man get clumsily to feet but she kicked him before he could straighten. He mustn't regain clarity of thought for she could lose him before she could find away to make him visible.

Listening closely, she heard the man roll around and groan. Thea smiled to herself, she knew what had happened, for she had heard that kind of groan many times, she had kicked him in the groin.

Thea saw something out of the corner of her eye; the man's bow was laying on the ground next a quiver full of arrows. With her ears still on the figure, which was slowly getting to his knees, she walked over to the bow and slammed her foot down on the beautifully carved wood of the bow. It was no longer useful to the man, and could no longer harm her.

The man was on his feet again, and Thea attacked once again, this time kicking him in the head. She heard him stumble back. As she was fighting this invisible archer, her mind was working fast. Pete had once taught her about the gifted. She strained to remember the lesson of invisibility. When an invisible person touches an object and it becomes invisible to, and then when they lose contact with the object it regains visibility, it usually involves a charm, most likely hung around the neck. This meant that she could not just kill the invisible man with her knife, because the knife would just disappear, and she might lose him or find out if he really is dead. Besides she didn't want to kill him unless necessary, she wanted some answers.

As the man nosily charged, Thea expertly sidestepped and grabbed where she hoped the neck would be. She felt for a chain as she hung on to the trashing figure. When she found it she pulled. A burning sensation went up her arm, and she quickly dropped the broken chain. At the same time a rather ugly, scrawny looking man appeared before her, an evil sneer on his thin lips added to the repulsiveness of him.

"You'll die, bitch!" Before she knew what happened a rip in the air appeared behind him and he turned and jumped through the hole. The rip sealed after his passage.

Eyes aqua with confusion, she turned and walked toward the battle, where her 125 men were down to a 120. But the loss of the attacker was greater and the remaining men (about 50) were surrendering.

Thea went to talk to Mark, the man in charge of her men. Pete had picked him because he was the best commander and fighter the village had, and that was quite a compliment, for there were many in the village, women included, who were skilled in the same way.

Mark had everything under control and was about to take the prisoners on a march to Dragon Box's dungeons, and from there the men from her village would go see if anyone else needed help fighting off these attackers. Some would stay behind to keep watch for further threat, and some would be taking the five dead men back to the village, which was being protected by our women warriors.

She retrieved Shadow from the shadows where Thea had left her before tackling the ugly archer. She turned to the south headed to where Pete, Prince Jason, some kings men, and men at arms from Dragon Box where they were raging in there own battle. She hoped everyone was fine and hoped that Pete wasn't to busy. She needed him to come back as fast a he could, to see if he can find any traces of the ugly archer or the magical rip.

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