Chapter Three
I stood still and watched the man. He was tall with purple eyes and long blond hair. He dressed as though he didn't belong in this time period, he looked like he belonged in an overly edgy production of "Romeo and Juliet" where Juliet cut herself and Romeo was even more pathetic and whiny. I don't know what it was but this electric feeling was screaming danger, tensing every muscle in my body preparing to fight or flee. I didn't know what was happening till after it happened. I moved my hand from where the blond man use to be and looked at him crumpled into a now crumbling wall coughing blood. He slammed his fist into his chest and started screaming as he pulled out of himself a sword made from his own bones. He shot forward at speeds I couldn't even imagine, thrusting his sword into a place I slipped out from. Ribbons flowed from the armor wrapping around his arms and legs only to be cut by a single fluid motion. The blond man began to cackle wildly.
"Father said to bring you home but he never said you couldn't be missing a few pieces!" The blond monster giggled
He swung at me again cutting through my armor and into my shoulder. I cried out in pain. I could feel Adam start to panic. A tendril shot from me and into the abdomen of my attacker. He coughed blood. Thin bits of bone shot between the plates of my armor. I coughed blood. The blond fiend pulled his blade from my shoulder. He pulled back as Adam started to absorb darkness condensing it within me. The man began to spin towards me in a dance of death. I couldn't move. My body felt heavy. I felt sick. The man leapt forward with his blade and a wild look in his eyes. I was going to die. I closed my eyes. I took one last deep breath. I waited. I opened my eyes to see a glistening blade hovering an inch from my neck. In fact the man holding the blade was also hovering as if frozen in time.
"Well that was entertaining, but enough is enough." spoke a calm and collected voice
I turned to see another man but with blue eyes short blond hair and a white suit doing what looked like knitting
"It's crochet if you must know." The man in the white suit sighed "The fact that's what you're wondering and not who is this person, why has time stopped or even, my that's a handsome looking man I wonder if he's single. You astound me Richard…or would you prefer me to call you Dick?"
"Dick." I said confused as to how he knew what I was thinking about "I'm sorry, but how did-"
"I know what you were thinking about? It's in one of my branches of magic."
"Magic…Wait are you telling me magic is real?"
"Yes it is and we'll have all the time in the world to talk about it but we should really go. Pausing time is not the easiest thing to do, it's really rather draining." He said as he dropped a newly crocheted doily on the blond man, pulled the pin on a grenade and hurriedly pushed Adam and myself through my mirror following close behind.
End of Chapter Three