"Wynter! RUN!"
Evan was laying on the ground, his bright blue eyes wide with fear. It was just like her dream, only real...too real!
"Aaaahhh!" Wynter screamed as she caught sight of them. The monsters! They were exactly as she remembered them with fiery red eyes and razor sharp teeth. Massive claws the size of her head with equally massive shadowy bodies.
Wynter turned to run then jumped back from a claw to her throat. She hurried back to her brother's side, pulling him to his feet. His face was starkly pale under the moonlight, "What the hell are they?"
"Demons," Wynter said with confidence. Evan stared at her, a question in his eyes but there was no time for that. They needed to get out of there. The demons were clever as well as scary; they were surrounding them, forming an impenetrable wall. They growled and snarling, their freaky eyes lit with hunger and she was pretty sure they were dinner.
"What are we gonna do?" she whispered, fear colouring her voice. Evan shook his head.
At that moment, a black and white blur flew through a space in between the demon wall and stopped before them.
"Cat!" the siblings exclaimed at the same time.
The cat held something shiny in her jaws. She dropped it at Evan's feet and was off. Wynter stared, it was a silver cross necklace with the cross shaped in a form she couldn't see. The growls and snarls from demons grew, their resentment of the thing was clear. One of them pounced on them and they screamed...
And then something weird happened...
A blinding white exploded from the necklace, blasting the demons away with a formidable force. They shierked in rage and fear but their wall was broken and Wynter took the opportunity.
"Evan, come on!" She ran towards the opening, down the streets into the alleys. When she couldn't hear her brother's following footfalls, her heart spiked. She turned and saw him bend to retrieve the necklace and throw it on his neck, "Come on, stupid! We can lose them in the alleys." Evan nodded and started off running. They turned and twisted the dank alleys but not before she heard the awful shriek of rage from the demons. Their dinner was getting away.
Evan and Wynter ran wildly through the alleys, the demons in hot pursuit. At some point, they were so close to catching them, Wynter could actually smell their reeking breath.
"Come on! Hurry!" she yelled. The alleys were so long and twisty that most of the light didn't make it through so they were pretty much running blind in the dark but that hardly slowed them down. The fear was potent, chasing at their heels as much as the demons and Wynter had a feeling it had something to do with the demons themselves.
Finally, they tumbled onto an deserted street where ahead of them was an eerie graveyard. They rushed to the iron gates and she pulled frantically at them.
"Darn it! It's locked!" There was a heavy lock on a chain wrapped around the bars. The sounds of the demons approaching was starting to drive her to panic.
"Stand back," Evan said with a determined look on his face. He took a step back then kicked the gates open. Impossibly, the chains shattered on impact, his kick was so powerful it actually bent the perfectly iron bars.
Wynter's mouth fall open, "How do you-"
"No idea! Come on!" he grabbed her hand and they raced in. A thick fog had settled among the tombstones, making it hard to see more than a few feet in front of them though that was hardly an issue for the demons who had just made it through the gates and were dodging obstacles as limberly as a stealthy leopard.
They reached a mausoleum at the very edge of the graveyard with its heavy set door ajar. With little choice, they raced in and slammed the door shut with only a moment to spare. The door rattled dangerously as the demons threw themselves at the door. They clawed at it and snarled in frustration.
"Come now, children," one of them drawled, his tone amused, "You can't hide forever."
"Yeah but we can try," she muttered. She should give them credit though, the beasts were relentless. They kept slamming and clawing at the door and soon the hinges strained against the weight.
"This door isn't gonna last long!" Evan nodded grimly, his face illuminated with the blue light emitting from the necklace against his chest.
"What is it doing?" She eyed the thing suspiciously. There was a strange warm aura surrounding it and Wynter had this odd feeling she'd seen it before.
"That's hardly the issue right now, Wyn! What are those things?! You know, didn't you?" Evan demanded and it was a completely reasonable question though she did not appreciate his tone.
"Demons! I already told you!" she snapped. A piece of the door fell over her head and a massive paws shot through the hole and a wild swipe at her hair.
She yelled and slapped it away. The thing chuckled coldly and a red eye peeped the hole, "Wynter Nightlark. The last time we met, you were but a babe. How you've grown!"
They backed up away from the door, which was putting a hell of a fight but not for long.
"Wynter, how do they know our names?!" Evan said, grabbing the chunk from the door and holding it like a sword.
"How am I supposed to know? I just had stupid dreams about them."
"What?!" Evan gave her an incredulous look, "And you didn't tell me?"
"Oh, silly me. I guess I couldn't get the chance to what with you running off on your stupid bike!"
"Wynter, we both know your dreams mean things. You could at least mention we'll be chased by freaks!"
"Yeah. I got that. Thanks." There was a lot Wynter chose not to believe in. Magic. God. Many things but her dreams had a way of making a mockery of that. The last time she had a dream that came true, it was about a kid dying and that turned out to be a boy named and there were countless other instances of this ever since she was three. In conclusion, her dreams sucked!
The door blasted open and in prowled the demons. They made this weird rattling noise in the back of their throats that sounded suspiciously like laughter. They surrounded them again but this time she had a feeling they would be slipping past them again.
"Really, children. You're only prolonging the inevitable," said the biggest demon who was obviously the leader, "You need not be afraid, we will make this swift."
" What do you want with us?" Wynter asked though it seemed stupid to ask what with the way their eyes still glowed with hunger.
"All will be revealed in time but for now," he growled and braced himself to pounce.
Just he launched at them, his mauls wide, another blinding force erupted from the necklace but this time the demon disintegrated into dust.
"What the-?!"
Wynter watched as the light shrank and morphed in her brother's hand as the most brilliant short sword. Its blade was as long as her arm but made a blue metal she knew came not from earth and it gleamed like the stars. Something moves fluidly along the blade and she somehow knew that they were ancient letters, words that describe the sword's power. Runes. The word came clearly in her mind. Yes, runes carved deep in the metal, they glowed a soft, ethereal light, pulsing an warmth that she could feel. The hilt was shaped in the form of a crescent moon and seemed made for her brother's hand.
Evan looked up, his gaze finding her own and for the first time gave her one of his stupid confident looks, "Rachemim!" he yelled and the sword glowed again, sending a blast so powerful it blew up the mausoleum. Evan and Wynter went flying, the debris rained like hail around them. They landed on the wet ground hard enough to knock the wind out of her.
A slight ringing started in her ears as she rose unsteadily to her feet and glanced around. Whenever Evan just did, it was awesome! The mausoleum was in ruins, a fire roared from the rumble and poor, dead person, Wynter hoped they knew a good real estate agent.
Evan landed a few feet away from her, face down with the sword still in his right hand. She rushed to his side and turned him over.
He groaned, "Maybe not my brightest ideas."
"What did you just do?"
Evan gave her a wry look, "How am I supposed to know?"
"Oh, shut up."
A roar that shook the earth sounded and the fog lifted, revealing the demons. They seemed to have grown bigger, well over three metres and they were giving them the bad eye like they killed their daddy or something. Oh, yeah! We did.
If the demons were angry before, they were pissed off now. They charged them, holding nothing back. A demon launched forward, claws slicing through the air and upon instinct, she dodged and rolled. It crashed on a lone tombstone and fell out of sight.
"Um, Lancealot. Some glowy swordplay would be good right now."
"What do you think I'm doing?!" he snapped and slashed at an incoming demon who was clever enough to dodge before the blade touched it.
You would think with a pointy stick that can make things go KABOOM, they'd have the upper hand, right? No such luck. Evan kept yelling that weird word he'd said earlier but the sword didn't do toot. Perhaps it needed a charger or something because it was glowing less now.
And the demons were getting cocky. Every time Evan charged at them with the sword, they backed off and then attacked again. It seemed like they were toying with them. Wynter was getting unbelievably tired and she felt a stitch in her side. Evan was no better. He was coated in sweat and grimacing. His back was soaked in blood and Wynter knew his wounds had reopened.
At her moment of distraction, a demon launched at her. She screamed as it slammed her to the ground, a paw pinned on her chest. It lowered its mouth to her face so she got a lungful of death breath.
"EVAN!"
"Wynter!" Evan charged at the beast, his sword coming down in a wide arc and poof! The beast evaporated to dust. But not by Evan's sword...
"Hello, children. Sorry I'm late," said a familiar woman holding a gleaming silver bow.
The crazy cat lady stood next to them dressed in a black dust coat, muddy boots and a grim expression as she shot arrow after arrow at the demons turning them to dust and in less than a minute the graveyard was eerie and silent once more.
Wynter stood up slowly and threw an arm around her brother to keep him up. He panted heavily, his sword limp in his hand but his gaze never left her.
"You!" he hissed.
"Me," she said calmly, her dark eyes taking in the damage.
"Who are you?" Wynter asked though she had seen her following them around for years.
"Barbara Green at your service," she bowed. It would have been mocking if she wasn't giving that 'I'm your fairy godmother' vibes.
"You've done well," she said with a forced smile, "I was sure you'd be a grease spot on the pavement by now."
"You know something, don't you?" he said, that familiar hardness in his eyes returning, "That's why you've been following us. You knew about the demons."
"Oh, I know a lot more than that, boy," she said with a sigh, "I know you have questions. A lot of them and I will answer as many as I can but first," she shouldered her bow, "we need to get you two out of here. There will be a lot more demons after you."
Wynter rolled her eyes, "Great. Anything else."
Barbara smiled, "Magic is real."
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