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Chapter 3 – The Flight (campus)
Issandria's heart was pumping. This was the closest that she had been to death at the hands of Arcturis. Although she had to act brave in front of Mark, inside she was quaking. Even if Mark did not recognize the cylindrical weapon that Arcturis had thrown at her, Issandria had known only too well what she was dealing with. If her foot had not squarely struck the side of the object it would have exploded, and then the Elven kingdom as well as all the kingdoms of Mystland would have been in much greater danger than they were now.
Issandria also knew that the kingdoms of Mystland were still in danger. If she could not get Mark safely to the portal stones Arcturis would be able to capture or kill Mark, both of which would be very bad indeed.
She led Mark out of the tent toward his dorm room, most of which was most likely boxed anyway, waiting to be taken home. They pushed their way through the crowd of people outside, and as they began to run again Issandria's ears began to pick up a faint sound of muffled woofing and a howl or two.
She started running even harder. Mark started struggling to keep up. “What's going on?” he panted through breaths.
Issandria sighed. She hadn't realized that Mark would be quite so out of shape. “Hellhounds. We have to move faster to get to your room.”
Hellhounds. The very word sent shivers down Issandria's spine. These half-man, half-wolfhound creatures stopped at nothing to get at their targets. Hellhounds were known only to be commanded by Arcturis, and the first time that they had shown up the havoc and destruction they had wreaked was astounding. They had to reach his dorm room, or else it would only be a few minutes before they were both destroyed.
She urged Mark on as they passed around the nearest building. Even Mark could hear the barking now, and his face showed terror. “Hellhounds?”
Issandria shook her head. “You'll see soon enough.”
Mark's dorm building was up ahead of them now. It was a four story building, and Mark's room was on the 3rd floor. The door had an electronic lock, so anyone who didn't have a key could not get in.
They reached the door. Issandria whipped out the keycard, and placed it next to the sensor. It beeped, and the door unlocked. At the exact same moment the first hellhound burst around the corner, spittle flying from it's open mouth. Issandria saw Mark's eyes widen as she opened the door and pushed him into the building.
“Get to your room. Pack, and get ready to run.”
It appeared to Issandria that Mark was in total shock, but she wasn't sure. He was following her instructions, and that's all that mattered at the moment. She had more pressing matters as the hellhound slammed itself against the door, pushing it open a crack before she was able to throw all of her weight against the door.
Unfortunately the hellhound had the definite advantage. Issandria closed her eyes and called upon all the power that she could muster in the span of a few seconds. “Artemias, Ann, Spink,” she whispered. Instantly a flood of strength entered her limbs, and she overpowered the hellhound, shutting the door.
The door relocked with another beep. It wouldn't hold off the hellhounds for long, but it would hopefully be enough for Mark to get all the items that they needed together. Along with her pack it would have to be enough to survive the next few days before they made it to the portal to Mystland.
She sprinted up the stairs.
Mark made his way up the stairs as quickly as he could. It had to be a dream. There was no way that this could really be happening. Creatures that he only would have thought of as nightmares did not randomly start chasing him around. That should never happen.
He pinched himself as he ran up the stairs. It did him no good, he was still asleep. Just in case he wasn’t asleep, however, he picked up the pace some.
Mark finally made it to the third floor, to his room. All his stuff lay in boxes around the room. He had been planning to come back after the ceremony, grab his stuff, and leave the school for the final time. It looked like he may not be able to take all the stuff that he needed if the drooling hounds outside had anything to say about it.
He grabbed the nearest bag, and started filling it with any of the items that he could find. His backpack had already been mostly filled by this time, but there were some things that he knew he wanted now that he had no idea would ever be necessary before.
“Do you have any extra food?” Issandria came around the door, out of breath. She may have been an elf, but fighting that much was not good for anyone.
Mark grabbed the bag of food that he had prepared before the ceremony and tossed it to her. “There, it'll have to be enough. I'm ready.”
He shouldered his pack and began toward the door. While he had been busy throwing stuff into his pack, Issandria had been playing with his bed stand. Now Mark saw why. In her hand was the most beautiful sword that he had ever seen.
She handed it to him. “Here, this is yours, you just never knew it. The scabbard is under your bed, grab it and let's go.”
There was a snarl from outside the room. “Quickly!” She shouted as she drew her sword and turned to face the hellhound that was now outside the room.
It was one of the strangest opponents that Issandria had ever had to face. There was no warning about when it would strike, but she knew it would inevitably happen. She held the sword at the ready, pointed at the hellhound, while Mark climbed under the bed and detached the scabbard that was hanging there.
The hellhound just stood there, looking at her, waiting for the right moment to strike. Issandria checked on Mark, “We're going out the window!” she called.
It distracted her for long enough. The hellhound leapt forward on two feet, sending a paw around her outstretched sword and into her face. She stumbled backwards, just as the world exploded.
Time froze as the window glass splintered and shattered out into open space: the bedroom. Issandria's heart nearly stopped as she now saw a second hellhound sailing through the window. The hellhounds had been told very clearly that their target was the boy, once the lady was taken care of there would be no resistance. The second hellhound, sizing things up while coming in the window, noticed that Issandria was on the floor.
He looked for the target then, just as a sword came whistling toward his face. Mark's sword struck home, just as Issandria avoided a deathblow from the first hellhound's claws.
Mark was so surprised that he almost dropped his sword. His body had once again taken over without him noticing and had accurately scored a fatal neck wound on the moving target of the hellhound. He removed his sword, Issandria's last words still echoing: “We're going out the window!” He hoped the landing wouldn't be too rough.
The window was now wide open. Issandria scrambled to her feet, stumbled backwards while grabbing Mark, and then turned to jump out of the window.
“I wouldn't do that if I were you.” The calm, cool, collected voice of Arcturis reached her. She ignored it. Anything right now could be better than this situation, and the farther from Arcturis, the better.
She jumped, pulling Mark with her. “There should be a dumpster right under the window.” The wind whistled in her ears, sending chills up her body. She looked down.
The dumpster was gone.
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And we'll leave you with that cliffhanger.
Chapter 3 – The Flight (campus)
Issandria's heart was pumping. This was the closest that she had been to death at the hands of Arcturis. Although she had to act brave in front of Mark, inside she was quaking. Even if Mark did not recognize the cylindrical weapon that Arcturis had thrown at her, Issandria had known only too well what she was dealing with. If her foot had not squarely struck the side of the object it would have exploded, and then the Elven kingdom as well as all the kingdoms of Mystland would have been in much greater danger than they were now.
Issandria also knew that the kingdoms of Mystland were still in danger. If she could not get Mark safely to the portal stones Arcturis would be able to capture or kill Mark, both of which would be very bad indeed.
She led Mark out of the tent toward his dorm room, most of which was most likely boxed anyway, waiting to be taken home. They pushed their way through the crowd of people outside, and as they began to run again Issandria's ears began to pick up a faint sound of muffled woofing and a howl or two.
She started running even harder. Mark started struggling to keep up. “What's going on?” he panted through breaths.
Issandria sighed. She hadn't realized that Mark would be quite so out of shape. “Hellhounds. We have to move faster to get to your room.”
Hellhounds. The very word sent shivers down Issandria's spine. These half-man, half-wolfhound creatures stopped at nothing to get at their targets. Hellhounds were known only to be commanded by Arcturis, and the first time that they had shown up the havoc and destruction they had wreaked was astounding. They had to reach his dorm room, or else it would only be a few minutes before they were both destroyed.
She urged Mark on as they passed around the nearest building. Even Mark could hear the barking now, and his face showed terror. “Hellhounds?”
Issandria shook her head. “You'll see soon enough.”
Mark's dorm building was up ahead of them now. It was a four story building, and Mark's room was on the 3rd floor. The door had an electronic lock, so anyone who didn't have a key could not get in.
They reached the door. Issandria whipped out the keycard, and placed it next to the sensor. It beeped, and the door unlocked. At the exact same moment the first hellhound burst around the corner, spittle flying from it's open mouth. Issandria saw Mark's eyes widen as she opened the door and pushed him into the building.
“Get to your room. Pack, and get ready to run.”
It appeared to Issandria that Mark was in total shock, but she wasn't sure. He was following her instructions, and that's all that mattered at the moment. She had more pressing matters as the hellhound slammed itself against the door, pushing it open a crack before she was able to throw all of her weight against the door.
Unfortunately the hellhound had the definite advantage. Issandria closed her eyes and called upon all the power that she could muster in the span of a few seconds. “Artemias, Ann, Spink,” she whispered. Instantly a flood of strength entered her limbs, and she overpowered the hellhound, shutting the door.
The door relocked with another beep. It wouldn't hold off the hellhounds for long, but it would hopefully be enough for Mark to get all the items that they needed together. Along with her pack it would have to be enough to survive the next few days before they made it to the portal to Mystland.
She sprinted up the stairs.
Mark made his way up the stairs as quickly as he could. It had to be a dream. There was no way that this could really be happening. Creatures that he only would have thought of as nightmares did not randomly start chasing him around. That should never happen.
He pinched himself as he ran up the stairs. It did him no good, he was still asleep. Just in case he wasn’t asleep, however, he picked up the pace some.
Mark finally made it to the third floor, to his room. All his stuff lay in boxes around the room. He had been planning to come back after the ceremony, grab his stuff, and leave the school for the final time. It looked like he may not be able to take all the stuff that he needed if the drooling hounds outside had anything to say about it.
He grabbed the nearest bag, and started filling it with any of the items that he could find. His backpack had already been mostly filled by this time, but there were some things that he knew he wanted now that he had no idea would ever be necessary before.
“Do you have any extra food?” Issandria came around the door, out of breath. She may have been an elf, but fighting that much was not good for anyone.
Mark grabbed the bag of food that he had prepared before the ceremony and tossed it to her. “There, it'll have to be enough. I'm ready.”
He shouldered his pack and began toward the door. While he had been busy throwing stuff into his pack, Issandria had been playing with his bed stand. Now Mark saw why. In her hand was the most beautiful sword that he had ever seen.
She handed it to him. “Here, this is yours, you just never knew it. The scabbard is under your bed, grab it and let's go.”
There was a snarl from outside the room. “Quickly!” She shouted as she drew her sword and turned to face the hellhound that was now outside the room.
It was one of the strangest opponents that Issandria had ever had to face. There was no warning about when it would strike, but she knew it would inevitably happen. She held the sword at the ready, pointed at the hellhound, while Mark climbed under the bed and detached the scabbard that was hanging there.
The hellhound just stood there, looking at her, waiting for the right moment to strike. Issandria checked on Mark, “We're going out the window!” she called.
It distracted her for long enough. The hellhound leapt forward on two feet, sending a paw around her outstretched sword and into her face. She stumbled backwards, just as the world exploded.
Time froze as the window glass splintered and shattered out into open space: the bedroom. Issandria's heart nearly stopped as she now saw a second hellhound sailing through the window. The hellhounds had been told very clearly that their target was the boy, once the lady was taken care of there would be no resistance. The second hellhound, sizing things up while coming in the window, noticed that Issandria was on the floor.
He looked for the target then, just as a sword came whistling toward his face. Mark's sword struck home, just as Issandria avoided a deathblow from the first hellhound's claws.
Mark was so surprised that he almost dropped his sword. His body had once again taken over without him noticing and had accurately scored a fatal neck wound on the moving target of the hellhound. He removed his sword, Issandria's last words still echoing: “We're going out the window!” He hoped the landing wouldn't be too rough.
The window was now wide open. Issandria scrambled to her feet, stumbled backwards while grabbing Mark, and then turned to jump out of the window.
“I wouldn't do that if I were you.” The calm, cool, collected voice of Arcturis reached her. She ignored it. Anything right now could be better than this situation, and the farther from Arcturis, the better.
She jumped, pulling Mark with her. “There should be a dumpster right under the window.” The wind whistled in her ears, sending chills up her body. She looked down.
The dumpster was gone.
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And we'll leave you with that cliffhanger.
