Chapter 3

Erland automatically got into a fighting stance. He noticed that Peter did the same after sitting the girl they had found against an old tree stump. They both knew that they could never run away fast enough with her, but they didn't want to abandon her either, so they decided to stay and fight.

"Guess we're just going to have to fight you then," Erland said, drawing his sword. It was an authentic Viking age sword. Magical powers included. He was very proud of it, Sweden had given it on his birthday one year and he had kept it ever since. No matter how much he pretended to hate the man, he still cared for him.

Francis unsheathed his rapier. "En garde!" The two swordsmen clashed with a loud ring. Erland frowned, it would be interesting and possibly hard to fight someone with a very different fighting style than his own. Out of the cover of his eye, he could see Peter fending of Natalya's magical fireballs with flicks of his wand. He mentally sighed, knowing that Peter would be just fine. Amity would be pissed if he let Peter get hurt. With that knowledge, he turned his focus to his own battle.

Peter swiftly drew his wand as Belarus, or as she commonly went by, Natalya approached. He warily eyed the flames dancing in her hand. "So a battle of magic users is it?" She asked, coming to a standstill. The light of the fire reflecting off her eyes in a supernatural way. He furrowed his eyebrows.

"Sure…" Suddenly he moved his hand so fast that it was hard to tell that he did. A light blue barrier flashed briefly as it came in contact with the brilliant flame of a fireball. He glared at his opponent. That had been aimed awful close to the girl they found. "Don't you dare bring her into this. She has nothing to with this fight."

"I'm surprised you manage to spot that. You've been taught well." Peter narrowed his eyes. "Let's see if you can handle this." She sent a barrage of fireballs at him, and Peter did his best to deflect them. At this rate, he wouldn't be able to get any offensive spells in.

Natalya had to admit, the kid wasn't half bad. He was able to deflect most if not all of her spells. She quickly glanced over to see how Francis was faring against that Erland kid. He seemed fine. Which meant that she could but all her effort into defeating this kid.

She smirked as she deftly launched another fireball at him. Natalya hadn't had this much excitement in a while. And she knew that if she continued her attack like this he could only stay on the defensive side. Meaning she didn't have to worry about any attacks from him.

So she decided to take a look at the girl. She wore a fuschia dress of a very outdated style. Very different than the long black trench she herself wore, with the skin-tight leather pants and cotton white blouse. There was something about her that seemed off, and Natalya just couldn't quite place. Testing the girl a little she fired a fireball in her direction. The girl seemed merely startled when it landed close to her feet. Natalya scoffed. Go figure.

Then, seemingly out of the blue, the girl began to rise to her feet. Their eyes made contact for a brief second and Natalya felt a staggering amount of magical energy roll off the girl. She was so surprised that she stopped her attack and simply stared. Peter noticed this and turned to look. Natalya felt the wind start to pick up, she didn't like how this looked one bit.

She looked up at the battle waging around her. Peter fought a platinum blonde woman who was launching fireballs at him at incredible speeds. One that went off its target crashed into the ground near her feet. She nearly tipped over backwards from the startle. She clenched her fists tightly. She looked to her left and saw that the boy, whom she now knew as Erland, locked in a sword battle with a man with golden hair.

Suddenly the overwhelming desire to protect the two came over her. Slowly she began to rise to her feet. A breeze began to blow. Making her and everyone else's hair lightly whip around. The woman stopped her attacks and stared at her. Peter turned around and stared at her with awe in his eyes. The two swordsmen noticed this and seized there battle in curiosity to what their companions were doing.

"This incredibly strong magical aura." The woman breathed. The wind picked up and rain clouds somehow got darker. "Just what are you?"

She paid no mind to what the woman was saying. She solely focused on the idea of protecting her helpers. Softly she said, "Leave them alone." The intruders frowned in confusion. So she spoke louder, attempting to keep her voice level, "Leave them alone."

The man frowned, "I don't know who you are but we can't just do that petite file." Emotions coursed through her and she felt bare feet lift off the ground.

"I said, "There was a dark tone to her voice. "LEAVE THEM ALONE!" Lightning struck the ground behind her. The wind swirled up, creating a whirlwind of leaves, branches, and anything else in that got caught in its path. The two adults widened their eyes, turned heel and ran. She thought she heard one yell "Tactical retreat!" Before she fell from the sky. The last thing she remembered before it all went dark was someone catching her in their arms and the promise that it was safe now.

Author's Note: Okay, so chapter 3 is a little bit short. But short and sweet right? And I finally figured out how to use line breaks! Yay! AnimeAddicts7, no Natalya is not a firebender, she just specializes in fire magic. Some more characters will be introduced in chapter 4.