Keesa
We loaded into the car, and Chef came in, holding a tray of pastries. We each took one, snacking on it as Chef began to drive.
"This is so awesome!" Will said, his mouth stuffed with food. "I finally get to go outside of my house!"
"So you'll come with us?" Ally asked excitedly.
"Oh yeah!" Will punched the air enthusiastically.
I smiled. "Good for you."
Suddenly, the car went in circles. I blinked a couple of times to stop the dizziness, and Chef wasn't in the car anymore. We weren't even in that forest.
We were in a fiery wasteland.
"Dad!" Will said. He flailed his arms abruptly, whacking me in the face.
I looked around. "I see Chef's skeleton."
We all turned to where I was pointing, and saw a skeleton with a chef hat and apron. That is definitely Chef. Poor, overweight Chef.
"Who did that?" Will suddenly said. I noticed his shoulders were down and his head hung low, like in that ominous way. "Who killed my dad?"
Snap. I forgot that was Will's dad.
Ally
"Erm," I said. "Definitely not us. Maybe an assassinator!"
"Not everyday an assassinator sneaks away killing you in front of your eyes." Keesa mumbled. Then, her eyes went wide. "Snap! Duck!"
I fell onto my belly, and turned my head. Will was floating in the air, still in his frozen position. A dark purple fog surrounded him like a blanket, nearly black.
"The Unborne is close by. They're watching us. They're taking Will's anger and making it into his evil copy." Keesa pointed to another Will, the real Will, who was groaning in the ground, looking like he was having a nightmare.
I drew out my sword. "Let's fight," I said. The words felt a little sour in my mouth. I didn't even like arguing! Fighting with a sword was a whole different level. "The anger."
Keesa nodded. She took out a slender, wooden stick shaped like a "Y". The stick had one electrical rope on each of the ends on the "V" part, dotted with thorns. "A ChicaStick. Useful for one single battle."
Then, I got pushed backwards. The Anger was already fighting. I shook my head, and put my sword in front of me defensively. When the Anger got up close, I jabbed my sword into it. The feeling felt as if I was stabbing thick fog.
"Hyah!"
I did a tumble, feeling sick to my stomach. The thought of fighting made me feel faint. Then, I put in one more jab into his chest, and took it out. The Anger was laughing, even if that hurt him a bunch. His eyes went crazy, and turned into an advanced Anger, growing tentacles and a thinner body, like skin and bones.
Keesa whipped the Anger, now called the Fury because it advanced, small gashes appearing on the thin layer of skin. I swung my sword unprofessionally, hearing clashing. I heard a crack, and the other wave of laughter hit the Fury. The Fury grew 4 more arms and legs, and his skin went into a thick, black liquid. The eyes were sunken, and it was like a huge mutation of Will.
I stuck a jagged rock into the liquid skin, which disintegrated into dust. My sword couldn't turn into powder!
I ducked as the advanced Anger, Rage, threw it's arms this way and that. Splatters of the goo was tossed around this way and that. A tiny sprinkle of it hit my arm. I suddenly saw pure fire, but then something different; a boy standing, looking bored as if he was waiting for someone who never showed up. I blinked, and the vision went away. I gasped for breath, as if I couldn't have breathed.
Then, I blindly took my sword and swung it at the Rage. Luckily, I hit it directly in the heart and it exploded into tiny sprinkles of goo that didn't hurt. Hisses and threats were throw up into the air, then silence followed. I knew that boy. He was so familiar. If I could only remember him, I'd at least get one mystery done.
"Will!"
I looked up, seeing Keesa shaking her cousin. Will groaned a few times, then his eyes fluttered open. "Dad's gone, isn't he? Forever?"
I looked up at the fiery wasteland. "Most likely."
I put my hand over my heart, and stared at the dancing tongues of the fire. "How did this wasteland.... be so barren?"
Will tilted his head. "This is called Fier's Death. We have a legend that while Rina was here, someone named Fier was battling the Unborne here. Of course, he died. It's amazing how there's still fire, huh?"
"Indeed," I murmured, spellbound by the new addition to my visions. I checked my palm, which was still the same.
"A few miles straight and we'll be at Demica Valley, which is beautiful meadow!" Keesa said, pointing in between two distant steep hills.
"Demica Valley," I echoed. I felt for my necklace, warm, yet cold. A mysterious wave of curiosity hit me after I had that vision. It was probably nothing. "Let's go."
"Ally... you feeling alright?" Will asked.
"Yes," I answered. At least I hoped so.
