In name of love and Ambition

What transpired before Gerik and Nzingha arrived.

 

 

Earlier that day “Felicity come outside I have something to show you” Fletcher called from outside. The wind blew sending rose petals from the garden flying about on the porch where he sat. Fletcher brushed his sandy hair out from his eyes and smiled. The sun warmed his face, and his smile grew larger as his younger sister shuffled her feet. “Look at what I found” Fletcher told her. “Brother did you forget that I am blind?” Felicity asked. She smiled to herself. “You know what I mean,” he groaned “Use your powers.” “I know that you didn’t find that pink meteorite. You bought it from that nice man down the street” Felicity told him. “Hey, I thought you could only see through people’s eyes” Fletcher looked at her surprised. Felicity opened her eye lids to reveal her beautiful gray eyes, a smile creased her lips, and she moved her head back to move her sandy hair from her eyes “I can also see the future in my dreams.” “So you know today is a special day then right?” he asked. Fletcher picked up his sister and spun her around. Felicity grimaced “don’t go see her today.” Fletcher set her down gently “today is my birthday, I promised her when I became of age we would marry, and I know you have never liked her.” “It’s not that,” she paused “monks are going to come and attack the house today.” “Wow now you are coming up with stories” Fletcher laughed. “It’s true, my powers showed me” she yelled. Felicity twisted her face into a pout. “Ok Felicity then I will make a quick run, and be back” Fletcher told her as he ran down the path. “I know you are lying, remember I can feel your emotions when I look through your eyes.” Felicity screamed. Fletcher continued past the front gates, waving at the guards in the front as he passed. As Fletcher ran he thought about his sister’s ominous words, but decided nothing could stop this from being the best birthday. With his love on his mind, and a spring in his step, Fletcher ran towards Ceri’s house.   Fletcher arrived to see Ceri waiting for him. He stopped and watched her as a breeze went by. He loved to do this when she wasn’t paying attention. Her blond hair waved with the breeze, her jade green eyes shined in the sun, and her smile sent shivers down his spine. He stood there suddenly nervous, but walked with confidence when she smiled at him. “Fletcher” she yelled. She ran towards him. “Ceri” he yelled back. They held each other in a long embrace. They walked through parks, their hands never leaving the others, and whispering sweet nothings into each other. Fletcher and Ceri arrived at their favorite spot in the park.  The fountain in front of them bore statues of monks holding pots that overflew. It marked the place where they first met. Fletcher looked Ceri in her eyes and knelt down. Ceri’s knees grew weak. “I promised you something a while ago, and now I want to make good on that promise” Fletcher said. “I love you with all that I am Ceri. Will you marry me?” “Yes of course Fletcher” Ceri answered him. Fletcher slid the engagement bracelet onto her wrist. They kissed and held each other never wanting to let go. Fletcher and Ceri walked out of the park arm and arm. “Wait isn’t that near your house?” Ceri asked. She pointed towards smoke rising into the air. “Felicity’s prophecy! Tell your father that I’m going to need soldiers” Fletcher barked. He ran before hearing her response. “I should have listened. Please be ok” Fletcher thought to himself.   Ceri ran as fast as she could towards her house. She fell skinning her knee in the process, but kept moving on. Ceri finally reached her house and opened the door. “Dad, Fletcher needs help” Ceri screamed at the top of her lungs. Her father came down stairs surprised at the look of bewilderment on her face, “what’s wrong?” “Smoke is rising from Fletcher’s home” Ceri said while gasping for her next breath. “Calm yourself it’s just monks” her father told her. Ceri calmed somewhat until she remembered Fletcher’s sister, “how did they find out?” “They didn’t keep it a secret because until now being psychic wasn’t bad,” he said “besides I told them” he finished. If a breeze had flown by just then, she would have been swept away. “Why would you do something like that?” she asked. Ceri fell to her knees in grief. “Because I hate his father” he screamed. “That man has always embarrassed me, he is more in favor with the king, and it’s my time to be recognized. Ever since your mother passed its’ been hard” he finished. “How could you?” she asked. Her tears caused her makeup to run, leaving black lines down her face. “I did this for you. So you can keep your expensive clothes, makeup, and so we can live. Do you know what the church is giving me for this?” he asked. He rubbed his hands together and smiled. “You are evil and so is that damned church” Ceri yelled. She stood and began walking out the door. Her father grabbed her arm, made her face him, and slapped her knocking her down to the floor. “You will not talk about the church or me that way” he replied. Ceri sat on the floor sobbing for Felicity, Fletcher, and herself.

Fletcher arrived at his house to find the front gate guards unconscious. He took one of their swords, and hastily ran towards his home. Burning bodies lay sprawled on his lawn. The rose bush near his house no longer held beautiful roses. The roses were now black and charred. Fletcher could hear fighting inside. “I must help her” he thought. Fletcher ran inside the home finding a man in brown robes standing in the entrance. Fletcher swiped at the monk, and was nowhere close to hitting the mark. The monk's threw left and right combinations that left Fletcher staggering, but with anger giving his body energy he persevered. The monk’s right fist came in low towards Fletchers stomach, he blocked with his sword, severing the monks arm, and later his head. Fletcher ran down the entrance hallway to a circular room. Three hallways led themselves in different directions. A little in front of Fletcher was stairs that led to his and Felicity’s rooms. The marble walls bore scorch marks going upstairs, the guards he treated loved like family lay upon their shields, and he could hear shouting.

“Felicity” he screamed and ran upstairs.

 

Jaecar Landon stood beside Francis at the top of the stairs. Duke Izyan stood in the hallway with his mace. Two monks ran at him with glowing rods. Izyan swung, crushing one of the monks head, and sent pieces of his skull into the other monk’s face. The monk bent low and stabbed out with the glowing stick. Volts of electricity ran up Izyan’s body. He shuttered, growled through the pain, and struck the monks shoulder. The noise splitting, bone shattering strike made the monk drop his stun rod. Izyan didn’t finish him off, but instead ran past towards Jaecar. Jaecar smiled and ran forward. Izyan focused on Jaecar, but with the electricity still hurting him, he couldn’t concentrate and set him aflame. Izyan swung horizontally, Jaecar ducked, Izyan’s mace bounced of the marble wall sending vibrations up the weapon, and taking a chunk of wall with it. Jaecar drew his knife, stabbed towards Izyan’s midsection, but Izyan’s armor stopped the attack. Izyan focused on the tapestry to his left, it burst into flames, making Jaecar jump back. Izyan laughed as he threw his mace and it connected to Jaecar’s skull knocking him out. Izyan ran into Felicity’s room. She came from under her bead when she noticed Izyan standing inside.

“Come on neice out the window we go” Izyan told her. He scooped her in his arms, focused his mind on the door, releasing an explosion that blew them out of the window, and out into the lawn. Izyan fell onto his back. He exhaled as he fell, so he wouldn’t get the wind knocked out of him. Five monks walked forward with glowing. Izyan rose pulling out his clay pipe. He focused on the tobacco in the chamber, and lit the pipe.

 “This has been one hell of a day” he told them.

 

Fletcher got to the top of the stairs, and found a man in bleach white kneeling over a monk in red.

“You will pay” Fletcher said. He ran towards Francis with his sword ready.

“Heathens should learn their place” Francis responded. He focused his mind as Fletcher’s sword came down. There was a flash of purple light; Fletcher’s sword bounced sending vibrations down the blade, and numbing his hand. An explosion burst from Felicity’s room. Flame swallowed the hallway, and all who was in it. Francis’s shield barely held, cracks visible only to him appeared all over his shield, and even the boy was protected. Francis stood after the explosion passed, and focused his mind on Jaecar. Jaecar opened his eyes and stood.

“You are blessed to be alive” Francis told him.

“It’s a shame that I wish for death then isn’t it” Jaecar replied as he walked away. As he made his way down the stairs, monks from different parts of the building came to him.

“Grab the boy, he may be useful” Francis barked.

Jaecar walked back towards the entrance of the house to find Izyan there. “Maybe I will get that death after all” he thought to himself and smiled.

 

Author's Note

I think I did better grammar wise this time, but please tell me if i'm wrong. Enjoy

Reviews

[Drifter]

Now, the general idea of this story is prety good, but there are some significant issues. The grammar is better, but it sill needs a lot of work. I noticed that there is a lot of areas that read like: Well they did this, this, and then this. I want to be immersed in the story, engulfed by it so I lose myself for hours. I'm not really getting that sensation with it so far. It has potential. Just needs work.

[Dark Angel]

Some places you are missing words entirely... For instance, "Five monks walked forward with glowing." Glowing what? Still, punctuation is needed. Other than that, everything is really good. Your description is wonderful but how old is Felicity? She seems to be a little girl but then she seems to be in her teens.

[Aussie]

Great work!
Fewer grammatical errors,
makes it a lot better.

[Tina Kline]

Fantastic! Full of fighting action. You describe the action really well.

[Political Punk ~~ CBD]

again, it had great discription in several places and then in places i wish there was more, more about Ceri's dad, how he looks, becuase from what i gather he could be an important figure in the story, and if he was i would love to pick him out of a crowd.

but other wise an amzing story so far

[Coyote Poetry]

A very good chapter. I like the beginning. Made the characters seem alive. The battle scene was very good. A excellent second chapter.
Coyote

[revenant21]

It was amazing, I'm very glad that I've continued to read it. It has a lot of style to it. Great work.


~Revenant

[Abhinav]

getting cooler!!!!!!!....good one again......

[karmic]

Really good. There were a few grammar mistakes, but who cares, this was cool.

[Anonymous]

I loved this! Another excellent write!