Well, congratulations...
The newly arrived figure said, causing the one in blue to give a slightly hopeful smile.
You have successfully managed to create enough trouble to summon an Earth hero, you useless fuck.
I...Uh? I what? ...How?
He seemed to come over more nervous than he had been originally. The other, who was dressed in brown, snapped his head to face him while pointing to the so-called hero.
Your fucking leeching s been so obvious that he s been summoned, you dripping nook! Because of you, the Heir of Breath is here. I hope you re fucking pleased with yourself!
...Heir of Breath? But, I didn t mean to... I... Was.. uh, only doing what I was told.
The large-horned, and grey boy looked over at the small-horned, and equally as grey boy with great worry etched on his face.
Um.. K-Knight? How did you know he s the Heir of Breath
The one called Knight grabbed the front of the other s shirt and pulled him in close.
Because, you weak-eared pathetic waste of material and space, I listen to the fucking empress when she fucking speaks. She stated that in the Scratch Codex the leader of the Hero s of Earth will be the Heir. So not only did you find a hero, you found their god damn leader.
The Knight never shouted, he didn t need too, he always spoke in an authoritative tone. However, the way his companion reacted, The Knight s yelling at him would have been less intimidating.
Ah... Yeah, that would make sense... But, uh, how do you know he s the heir of breath?
The knight gave him a flat stare, as if wondering how the other was so stupid.
Well I don t have a fucking clue. Why don t you tell me...
The Knight pushed him back roughly, pointing to the others chest.
...Page of Breath.
The Page looked down at his shirt; just like the earth hero below, his blue clothes held the image of a wave, a swirling of air.
...O-Oh...
How the fuck you made it out of the caves is a source of great fucking confusion. You can t fight for a fucking damn, and whenever you need to use your spine, it always seems to conveniently go off for a fucking jog or something. You better fix this shit or you are going to be the one to tell the empress that your pathetic attempt at a blood drain has just caught the attention of this planet s heroes. I m sure she ll swoon and beg you for a quadrant... You know. That or she ll have our Heir deliver your head to her on a serving plate of precious metal. She might even give it to the Bard as a gift. Which I m sure you ll fucking love.
The Knight never gave the Page a chance to reply. He just shimmered out. The Page stood there for a few minutes, looking like he might faint.
John stood still as the birds that surrounded him scrutinised him with their small black eyes. Those that weren t already in the air suddenly took flight. With all the remaining students as safely indoors as they could be, the birds now only had one remaining target. And that target was John.
He looked around for the mysterious white dog, not that the boy s eyes could penetrate the thick foliage of the hedge out of which he d been so roughly shoved, though he could only guess the strange animal was still in there. He suddenly realised that he was in a great amount of trouble, and he looked around wildly to see if he could find somewhere to hide or even a stick to keep the birds back.
As the thought of a stick to fend off the birds came to mind, his right hand suddenly felt heavy. Looking down he found there was a long handled double sided hammer in his grasp. The hammers themselves looked like they were spring loaded, and on the top of the hammer was some kind of green ghost, similar to one he used to wear on his shirt in grade school.
John was getting the feeling that things where starting to fall into place and he had no say in the matter, so he decided to go with it and lifted his arm, letting his body do what it seemed to really want to do.
Once at its peak, John took the hammer in both hands and brought it down heavily in front of him.
Pogo lock!
He felt the hammer hit something solid, but when he tried to see what he had hit, there was nothing.
He had struck solid air. But something was different, it was almost like everything was darker. And all the birds hung in the hair, not flying, just frozen in the air. Looking closely he could see that the birds could at least move their heads; whatever it was that he had done, it had just held the birds in place so they couldn t leave their position. John regarded the weapon in his hands.
Wow, well that s just neat. You re going to be pretty handy to me, little hammer thing.
In his excitement, John made an attempt twirl the hammer. He forgot that the hammer end would be weighted and dropped it. As it hit the ground, the spring coiled and caused the hammer to bounce up two feet into the air. Using the momentum, the newly realised Heir of Breath snatched up the hammer before it descended, and whooped.
Well that was cool!
He looked at the hammer, giving it a proper look as a raven cawed loudly in possible frustration, causing the hero to jump.
Oh, yeah. I should do something about you guys. But... What?
Walking up to the closest bird, a blue jay, he watched it as it stared at him. Curiously he poked at it and the bird seemed to become dislodged from its small inch of air. It dropped a foot before managing to take flight, getting some altitude before diving at John.
Without thinking, and not wanting whatever happened to Rose to happen to him, the teen swung the hammer at the bird reflexively. He never hit the bird however; he opened his eyes when he realised that his swing never connected, in an attempt to look to see what angle the bird would come at him next. All he saw was the bird flying away in a terrified manner.
Hey, you... Uh... Look, you shouldn t try to hurt feather beasts... It s not nice, they can t...Uh... help it... Not... Not that you knew or anything.
Off to one side stood the voice s owner. John turned to look at him, his eyes widening at him. Aside from the grey skin, pointed ears and giant horns, he couldn t help but notice that under his little hat the other being had a chocolate coloured Mohawk going on as well as intricately-patterned brown translucent wings.
Uh. Hey. Are you Peter Pan?
Who?
You look like Peter Pan. But in blue.
I look like Pupa Pan?
The page looked down at himself eagerly, though he couldn t see the connection.
Not Pupa, Peter... I guess you don t know him, well maybe you aren t, Peter Pan didn t have. What are you?
Once again, John failed to properly realise the situation he was in, his naturally friendly nature getting in the way of caution and proper Hero-Nemesis procedures. Due to this, the Page stared at him nervously for a moment.
I... Uh... Um, well... I m a troll.
Troll, huh? So you live under bridges and eat goats?
Goats? Why... Wou-... Would I live... Uh... Under a bridge?
Wow, you don t even know that? Are you like an alien or something?
John laughed at the thought, but soon stopped when the troll seemed to fidget nervously, glancing around and fumbling over his words, unable to make a complete sentence. John got the feeling that he was trying to deny the alien claim but just couldn t actually make it sound convincing in his own head.
Wait, so you re actually an alien? Well that s kinda cool, also kinda makes sense with how you look
You... You aren t... Uh... Scared that... That I m an.. A-Alien?
John gave his signature friendly but incredibly dorky grin.
Well, my day s already been pretty weird, with crazy birds and white eyeless dogs. So some bull-horned alien isn t all that crazy right now. So, did you come to help me with the evil birds?
They re not evil! Uh.. I Er... I mean... No, I m not... That is... I have them... You know.. Under my control?
The troll began to fidget again.
Wait, so you made them attack Rose and the others?
The alien started looking very unsure of himself and glanced around as if hoping someone he knew had shown up to help him. No one had.
Why would you do that? Why would you even need to do it? Do you hate kids?
No! I... Well, I find you.. Uh.. Interesting... But.. I was... Uh... Er... O-Orde-
There was a shimmer just off to the Page s side. From what John could tell, this was another troll, in red. The human noticed that like himself and the other troll, this troll had a marking on their chest, however it was a gear and not the wave that the other two had. Wings also sprouted from their back which bore markings just as detailed as the troll in blue. However, her wings matched her outfit, whereas the first trolls were brown. Not only that, but her horns were more like ram horns than the other troll s longhorn cattle look.
Hello.
The first troll stared, as if he had never been expecting anyone to show up, John just tilted his head curiously for a second then smiled.
Hi there!
...Uh... Maid? ...Wh-
The Maid turned away from John, her even expression seemingly bearing down on the troll who had started talking to her.
I believe it s time that we should now leave, Page. We have important things to attend to, and at this point in time. Informing this human hero as to our existence would be inadvisable.
John watched as the other troll began to fidget and look very worried, before giving a look of defeat and giving a nod to Maid as his shoulders sank.
...Well... You re right... Maybe we should... Uh... Go... I guess?
The human boy, while unsure of what was going on, felt a little sad that the alien troll had to go.
Oh, well. Hey, if you have to go, that kinda sucks. But I hope I see you again... Page? And Maid!
The Page gave a weak and uncertain smile to the boy before shimmering out of sight. The maid then finally turned to the dark-haired boy, giving him a small polite bow.
In the future, it would be wise for you to not be so friendly with us. We are your opponents.
And giving John no time to question her, the maid, too, shimmered out. Within the same moment of the maid leaving all the birds created a deafening and terrified chorus. Whatever hold the trolls had on the birds had obviously stopped; John slapped his hands over his hooded ears and scrunched up his face.
"How do I make this... Oh! Cease!"
At his order the school grounds brightened and the birds dropped from where they were held, all of them immediately taking flight and getting away from the area as quickly as possible. The one student attacked by birds who hadn't been picked up by friends still remained on the ground. John looked around to see if he could help; However, as he turned, he saw the white dog again. It nodded at him, the nod seeming to bring John back to normal. The teen opened his mouth to say thanks, but instead passed out.