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The Phoinix: Age of Demigods

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by S. L. Mancuso


  Chapter 31

  A Divine Warning

  Five days later, the groups’ practicing was intense and flawless. They fought as if they could read each other’s minds. Bre, conveniently, actually could and used that to her advantage. Her psychic abilities grew stronger; she could now communicate psychically with every member of the group, instead of just her brothers.

  Even still, the four siblings could not turn off the psychic connection and continued to unwillingly share their most intimate thoughts. Leo constantly complained about Bre’s thoughts, while Cole yelled at Leo for planning his pranks.

  That night, Bre had another one of her nightmares without the presence of the Blood-Moon. Usually, her nightmares comprised of Elpis’ life story, but this time it was different: a life much darker than Elpis’.

  “Run Your Highness. Run!” were the only words the young princess heard over the clashing screams of iron. The panicked princess desperately searched for her knights, her most precious followers. They were her friends, her brethren, and her soul mates of the past, present, and future.

  The slashing of her own sword rang in her ears. She could see nothing but the warriors that charged her, who sought fame by killing the greatest warrior known in their time.

  With every second that passed and every warrior she killed, anger swelled from her desperate situation. The separation from her knights distracted her from escaping the battle. She sent out telepathic pleas for her knights to answer, but the only reply she suffered was the deafening sound of silence.

  As her anger grew, power surged through her veins. She knew what was about to happen but did not care. All that mattered was the preservation of her kingdom. She threw down the sword and spread her arms wide. She would finally unleash the wrath of her power.

  The princess’ enemies halted their charge out of fear and amazement as white light emanated from the princess. Finally, this was the moment of impact: the moment where she must bury her stoic morals and protect everyone close to her.

  A single tear ran down her cheek as she closed her silver eyes and slowly raised her arms towards the heavens. Thunder rang from above and lightning crashed to the ground, shaking the earth beneath the battle.

  Bre cried in her sleep as the woman glowed brighter, blinding her enemies. The woman’s eyes shot wide open; what were once a beautiful silver were now black as night. A deep voice resonated from her, “Integere.”

  In the background, purple lights sporadically lit up throughout the battle. Finally, a shockwave of energy surged outward from the woman and spread across the battlefield, disintegrating everything in its wake.

  The white light faded from the woman as she lowered herself back to the ground. She hunched over to catch her breath. When she stood, the ground, where moments ago soldiers fought to their deaths, was scorched. The only things left standing were large masses of purple lights. Each light contained a person or an animal saved from the shock wave’s destruction. The woman waved her hand and the lights disappeared.

  “Your Majesty!” a man ran over to her. “Are you hurt?”

  “I’m alright, Gawain.” she hugged the man and looked at the rest of them. “Are you all alright?”

  They all replied “yes” in one manor or another, despite several serious injuries. The woman chuckled and held up her hands. A soft blue light radiated from her palms, healing their wounds. They appeared as if they had never seen battle.

  Two giant cats and a wolf trotted over to the woman and knocked her to the ground, licking her face and purring in her ears. The woman laughed as she tried to push them off. A horse whinnied in the background, and she stood up defensively to see who rode towards them.

  “Bre!” a man shouted as he jumped from his horse and ran towards her.

  The woman sprinted towards the man and threw her arms around his neck, crying as her fingers ran through his soot-coated hair. “I was worried. I couldn’t sense you. I didn’t know if my spell protected you or not. Eoghan, I was so scared.” She grabbed the back of his head and embraced him with a kiss.

  A jolt of red light broke their intimate moment and sent the couple and the rest of the men crumbling to the ground. Standing above the princess was her mortal enemy, with a golden eagle soaring above their heads. A woman stood tall in full Gaelic battle gear, carrying a bright red sword pointed at Eoghan. She raised her sword high above her head and thrust the blade down.

  “Noooooo!” the princess screamed as a jet of gold light coursed out of her hand.

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