Page 13 of Rebirth Of Order
“If you think something like this can kill me, you’ve gravely underestimated my skills.” Curling his lip in disappointment, he disappears in an instant. Even the air can’t track Ethan’s speed.
Reappearing a few feet away, a breeze hisses upon his arrival. Slamming his spear into the ground, he leaves it in place before dispersing again.
Shadows pull inside the gloom as it regenerates its arms, sneering,then dashes towards Ethan with a murderous intent. But he’s gone before the undead being can get close, leaving another spear in his place. This goes on for a few seconds, until Ethan finally returns at my side, keeping our enemy surrounded by multiple clones of his weapon, all glowing gold and vibrating with a kinetic hum.
My leg is practically healed, the bones set and fused together. With no time for mending the pain, I focus back on my stomach. It’s difficult when worrying about Ethan. Although he can handle himself, I should be ready in case the impossible becomes…possible.
“I’ll slaughter you both and feast on your organs as a reward!” the gloom shouts, racing our way with plans of making true on its promise. Smog filters from its limbs like a thin sheet caught on a draft.
But Ethan grins and lifts a hand, commanding the energy of his weapons to release concentrated beams of light, impaling the gloom and placing sigils across its body. Anguish rips from the brute’s throat before it thrashes in an attempt to flee, yet all its efforts are futile. Once trapped in the sigils of Ethan’s spears, nothing can escape.
Blackened blood forms a cloud of rotting stench as Ethan’s rays burn holes into its flesh. Glooms are merely dead fay reincarnated. Their bodies aren’t meant to live on after death, and the longer it does, the faster it corrodes.
“Disperse,” Ethan commands, his tone short and woven with fury.
I watch our enemy’s body dissect. Each piece separates from one another. Blood pours to the ground, and its bones snap as they’re pulled apart. Desperate yells tower above the trees, and no pity is given from me.To hell with that twinkling fucker.
Shadows downpour from its body, revealing a fay’s corpse. A male. Who was once eternally bonded, judging by a pair of dimming rings around his pupils. A fading blue hue.
“This…isn’t over. For the Goddesses of Death…shall see me–”
“Shut up and die already!” It stirs my annoyance once more. The sigils glow brighter, then all at once, they explode, leaving a ravendark mist. Ethan ended one of the eight elites without breaking a sweat, and I have to wonder what the hell he has been training for. Or rather, who he has been training for.
“Let’s go. They’re waiting for us.” Placing an arm under my legs and one around my waist, he lifts me as though I’m simply a bundle of unfolded linen. “I never grow tired of saving you; although, you might want to do something about that.” He smirks, and I grip hold of his braid, yanking it and forcing that loathsome smile away from me.
“Tell anyone about this and you’ll wish you hadn’t.” He only laughs at my threat, then summons a large golden sigil beneath us. Circular and similar to mine. In a split second, we reappear in the halls of Rebirth Academy, and I can feel my magic fueling the aura surrounding my core.
Fuck, this feels good.A sigh of relief escapes me.
Ethan places me down as students waltz past us, frowning and cursing beneath their breaths.
“What the hell man! Watch where you use your incantations!” a guy yells, retrieving his splatter of books from the ground. Ethan towers above him, staring with a deathly glare, and his fingers twitch in anticipation. “Did you hear me? Apologize or something. You can’t appear wherever the hell you feel like it,” the student continues shouting.
He is a second year and a part of House Earth based on his academic books and chest emblem. His nails are riddled with dirt, and tell of him at least having ground or plant magic. Either way, it doesn’t matter to Ethan.
After collecting his books, he stands and faces us as a sudden realization of who he is yelling at flickers across his face. “Aww shit man…I–I’m sorry. I didn’t know it was you.” His face pales, eyeing my blood soaking Ethan’s garments.
“Don’t apologize to me. She’s the one whose feelings you hurt,” Ethan says with a scathing glare.
“Wait what? He didn’t–”
“Angie, I didn’t mean any offense. It was a silly mistake on my part, and it won’t happen again,” he pleads, reaching out a hand to shake mine. Before I can accept the apology, Ethan grabs his hand first.
“Apology not accepted. I should remove your organs and return them to your parents. Next time, choose your words carefully, or you’ll lose more than just a hand.” He squeezes the poor guy’s fingers tightly, placing his other hand around his arm. No doubt leaving a sigil identical to mine.
“W–What do you mean, lose more than my hand?”
“Your name, what is it?” Ethan’s smile and features become warm. Light…Inviting…Easygoing.
“Trentan. My name’s Trentan.”
They shake hands, and Ethan walks off, pulling me along with him. We pace towards the infirmary, and I can’t resist noticing his warm smile morphing into a devious smirk. Rounding the corner, his fingers snap, and a blaring scream carries down the hallway, following a high-pitched cry.
“What the hell was that?” My brows pinch as I try peeking around him.
His smirk widens. “Language, Angie.”
“You didn’t.” I gasp at the realization.
