Jaz POV
I looked at the piece of wood Charlie had given me. I looked exactly like the wand.
"only Charlie" I looked at Shadow
"got any white paint?"
"I'll go grab some. Also I have the book."
"brilliant" I looked at the book Shadow passed me.
Tucked inside the back cover was a picture. None of us knew where it had come from. It showed four people staring out of it. Us. The runners.
One was unmistakably Charlie. Her hair was longer and she had a sword hanging from her hip but it was her all the same. No smile played on her lips, instead determination shone out of her eyes. She had on a blue top and black leggings and her arms were marked with many scars.
The next one looked vaguely like shadow, his brown hair was lighter and their were lines round his eyes showing many sleepless nights. he was dressed in a red top and black leggings. From a belt around his waist a set of dog tags hung alongside a pair of daggers.
The third one was me. I could tell from the look in her eyes, Pure anger. Bright blue eyes that seemed to say 'we are not going to back down. not now not ever' the black hair was tied back into a ponytail and she had on a bright green top and black leggings with a quiver on her back and a bow at her side
The fourth figure was almost unrecognizable as Hector. The once short hair was long and fully black. Deathly pale skin and bright red eyes said that he had been through a lot. He had on a white and gold top with black leggings and a belt of knives.
The picture shouldn't exist. we had never looked like that and none of us would ever be seen in those cloths. There was only one explanation, it was from the future. I flipped the picture over. On the back was some writing.
"the freedom fighters. We were once the runners, but we run no more. We will not give in, We will not give up. We will give it we've got. We Will Fight and We WILL win or we will die trying!" at the bottom was one last note
"when you feel like giving up, when you feel like giving in, remember why you started fighting" I put the picture back and started flipping the other ones over. On the back of each one was some writing.
"Friendship isn't about who you've known the longest, it's about who came and never left your side."
"I will ALWAYS come back"
"we might not always get along but we were together now as a group for better or for worse. we were the Runners."
"the only gift my mother ever gave me was my brother" they were all like that, keep going, keep moving, keep living, keep fighting.
"oh Charlie, why did you never tell us?"
Shadow came back
"got the paint"
"good we need to paint this stick" He looked at me,
"so it looks like the wand"
"oh"
We raced along the rickety bridge, I looked at my watch. Time was almost up! I glanced behind me, Shadow, Hector and Carlos were right behind me. Ahead of us were the ruins and standing right in the middle of them was Charlotte.
"CHARLIE!" I yelled.
"do you have the wand?" I spun around. Morgan was right behind me.
"yes"
"hand it over"
"let her go" He looked at me
"smarter than you look" Morgan snapped his fingers and Charlotte was beside me.
"thanks" I handed Morgan the 'wand'.
"you really shouldn't try to trick someone with magic Jazmin. They can always see through it" I looked at Charlotte.
"SCATTER!" The runners legged it. unfortunately Carlos had no idea what we meant.
"Run for it!" Charlotte grabbed his hand and pulled him along behind her.
Charlotte POV
"do you not know what 'scatter' means!" I asked, Carlos shook his head.
"I take it Jaz told"
"yep"
"not so fast" ugh. Why can't Morgan just leave us alone! we were lifted up into the air, I looked around to find the others in the same situation.
"I hate this trick"
"Samantha do the honors would you?" I spotted Samantha standing on the top of the cliff. She was holding something in her hands, it looked like a golden remote.
"oh no. This is bad. This is very bad"
"how?"
"that remote opens up the barrier around the island"
"oh..." I couldn't think of what else to say. There was nothing we could do but watch as Samantha pressed the button, releasing the villains into the world once more.
"we are doomed"
