Chapter 13:
Aidon kept his eyes ahead, focusing on the flag. Every step felt measured, and deliberate. He could still feel the adrenaline coursing through him, his heart beating a steady rhythm despite the chaos around him. Jade and Aria flanked him, their movements precise and fluid, though he could feel their tension simmering just beneath the surface.
The red team was scrambling, trying to regroup, but the rain of staffs had thrown them off balance. Jacob's face twisted in frustration as he shouted orders, trying to bring order to his team. His golden eyes—sharp with anger—flicked over to Aidon, catching his gaze.
Jacob's hand tightened around his bow.
"You think you can just walk away with it, don't you?" Jacob spat, pushing through the throng of his teammates. His posture was stiff, his jaw clenched tight as he headed toward Aidon.
Aidon didn't flinch. He didn't have to. He had the upper hand now. Without a second thought, he turned around and stalked toward Jacob, his movements deliberate, controlled. His amber eyes were locked on his opponent, unwavering.
"No," Aidon replied, his voice colder than it had been before. "But you're not going to stop me."
Jacob was close now, too close. His face twisted with frustration and something deeper, more dangerous. "You're just a kid playing with things you don't understand," Jacob sneered, stepping forward with calculated aggression. "You think you can beat me with a couple of fancy moves?"
Aidon didn't respond at first. His amber eyes flickered briefly to the ground, his mind still reeling from the strange surge of power. It had been an accident. He wasn't even sure how the staff had multiplied like that. But now wasn't the time to question it.
Jacob notched an arrow, his aim steady and confident. He fired, and the arrow shot through the air, aimed directly at Aidon's chest.
Without thinking, Aidon raised his staff in front of him, feeling a strange energy surge from within, like an instinct he didn't fully comprehend. The air around him shifted, and the arrow veered off course, falling harmlessly to the side.
Jacob's eyes widened in disbelief. He was quick to reload, firing another volley of arrows.
But this time, Aidon was ready. His staff shimmered briefly, and with an almost imperceptible motion, he swung it through the air. The wind seemed to pick up around him, swirling, guiding the staff with precision. Arrows deflected, and the wind pushed against Jacob, forcing him to stagger back.
Jacob's composure faltered for a moment. He hadn't expected this. He'd expected a fight, yes—but not this kind of fight.
"Nice trick," Jacob snarled, regrouping. He launched himself at Aidon, drawing his sword with a quick slash aimed at Aidon's side.
Aidon blocked it just in time with his staff, the force of the impact sending a jolt up his arms. Jacob's sword scraped against the staff's surface, sparks flying from the contact.
Aidon gritted his teeth and shifted his stance, bringing the staff down hard, and catching Jacob off guard. He wasn't trying to kill Jacob, not yet. But he could feel the tension, the aggression from the other boy, and it was clear that Jacob wasn't going to pull his punches.
Jacob's sword came at him again, this time more viciously, his face twisted in rage. "You think you're better than me?" Jacob spat, his voice laced with bitterness.
Aidon didn't answer, his amber eyes narrowing as he took another swing. The wind howled around him, and at that moment, his staff—his weapon—seemed to hum with power.
The clash of steel against the staff echoed through the battlefield, and Aidon felt a surge of frustration rise in him. This was supposed to be a game. But Jacob wasn't treating it like one.
Jacob's swings grew more erratic, more furious, and Aidon started to get the sense that his opponent was on the edge, teetering between control and madness.
Aidon's staff twirled in his hands, his movements precise, fluid, almost like second nature. The more he fought, the more his instincts seemed to take over. The air around him swirled, his wind manipulation growing stronger with each movement.
With a final, powerful strike, Aidon knocked Jacob's sword from his hand, sending it skittering across the ground. Jacob stumbled back, panting heavily, his eyes wild.
"You're not the only one who can fight, Jacob," Aidon said, his voice steady but cold. "And you're not the only one who gets to win."
Jacob sneered, breathing heavily, but there was a flicker of uncertainty in his eyes. Aidon wasn't just some newbie. He wasn't just someone to be brushed aside.
With a final, resentful glare, Jacob turned and stormed off, leaving the field.
Aidon stood there, his breath steady, his body tense but controlled. His heart was still pounding from the fight, but now there was a sense of clarity. He didn't know why he'd fought like that, why his powers had surged in such a way—but it didn't matter. He'd won. And it had felt…right.
Jade and Aria approached the flag now safely in their possession.
"You good?" Jade asked, his voice casual but with an underlying note of concern.
Aidon nodded, his amber eyes still reflecting the aftermath of the fight. "Yeah. I'm good."
And for the first time, he felt like he might be.
Hello, everyone I hope ya'll are doing fine. Thank you for the follows, if you guys want to add some opinions or thoughts, feel free to review. For at least probably the rest of the week I'll probably drop double update chapters starting tmrw. Uh yeah. I have a new story, it's called Ruined Realms. The chapters are like much longer, because now that I have some experience, I thought it would be nice to try to actually write something new. It's about Minecraft, a game that I really enjoy. It still has Aidon and everyone else in it, so I would appreciate if ya'll would check it out or something. Until next time.