The war began at dusk, the time of peace and quiet in the village. It was the time when children slept soundly in their beds, dreaming about the candies in the baker's shop, and praying for school to be cancelled the next day. It was a time of rest, but not for the seven armoured warriors that crested the hill overlooking the tiny hamlet.
Seven pairs of eyes glanced over the battlefield, awaiting their foes. The last battle would take place here. This was where they either conquered, or died.
"So when do we say good-bye?" A violet-haired youth asked.
"We don't," another replied, his chocolate eyes glinting. "Because we're not going to die."
"But Jay…"
"No, he's right," interrupted a tall young woman, her forest green eyes determined and shining with a wicked gleam. They glowed a strange light blue, and the girl and boy standing on either side of her took a hesitant step back. Her hair billowed in the wind, and the light in her eyes died.
"Just testing," she said sheepishly, smiling.
"You had us scared there," Atlanta murmured, her grip on her weapon tightening as an army of black-armoured warriors suddenly appeared.
"Remember, don't use up all your strength," Jay advised. "Save it, for when we fight Cronus himself."
They all nodded. Atlanta and Archie headed off first, their knees trembling slightly at the thought of their final stand. Herry and Neil followed, while Odie stayed behind to coordinate the battle with his computer system. Jay began to stalk down the hill, anger stiffening his stride. Theresa followed, only to have to turn back when Jay glanced at her and shook his head.
"Use your powers to give us an advantage over them," he commanded.
"How?"
"I don't know exactly, but maybe make tree branches fall on their heads or something?"
"What if I hit one of you?" she asked worriedly.
He took her by the shoulders and shook her hard. "You can do it," he said solemnly. "We all believe in you." She nodded and smiled, chin trembling.
"Good luck," she said.
"Like wise."
Click.