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Flora glided fast, charging right through the branches that were constantly in her way. She was practically alone now, with everyone either captured or missing. And worse off, she had no power to help them at all.
�Where are you, little girl!�
Flora had to navigate quickly. She rarely ever came her herself, and in fact, only hid in so far behind the first layer of the leafy wall. Going in further, she had harder time separating where she had been with where she was now, with only thing she knew of location was the general coming after her. Big rocks here, higher bushes there, some evergreen trees appearing before her, some notable mud-piles�
She had to stop about two times, when she noticed the some footprints appear that she thought she had seen before.
�This is getting SO annoying�� She grumbled. She looked below her, the green-brown labyrinth now filled with silence. Thinking about it, Flora quickly brough her bow up. �Rose,� she said out loud, �I need you to do something��
A twig snapped, making her turn quickly with her bow out, but had it kicked out of her hands out of nowhere.
�Got lost?�
She was already knocked off of her feet when she heard the general laugh.
Clavat had his hands on hips and looked down on the warrior, happy with his job well done. Before long he charged right at her again, but like a hooked sheet, her body moved itself sideways. Like an eel in a pond, she slithered low to the ground and under bushes faster than he could keep up with his eyes. The general protested with a �Hey!�, but to his annoyance she disappeared.
He then saw few shining arrows fly to him for good measure, which he knocked away without batting an eye.
You ain�t going away this time, he thought.
He leaped to one of the trees and quickly moved to the next. He saw the branches wiggle from below, and soon enough was able to catch up to the escaping princess. Even if he didn�t admit it aloud, Clavat himself was enjoying the chase. There was a clear reason why he wore jungle clothing most of the time. Sweetly hiding against the greenery, the smell of pollen, water, dung and carcasses, were always better than the plain old looking cement rooms he had to deal with.
He finally stopped when he entered the hidden area within this forest, a small lake, lightly frozen with ice right at the top. Surrounding it were a few far hanging trees and one big rock, but the rest of the area had some space between the edge of the lake and the flora.
Clavat climbed down and observed the area.
While it was sweet getting to a forest, he thought, it was much sweeter getting his prey.
�Man, is it me or are my feet still keep sticking to stuff?� He exclaimed, talking about that sweet, sugary material that left him with a weird smell and constant itchy fingers. �I am not sure I can get rid of this stuff anytime soon. All I am saying, I really looking for payback for what you did earlier.�
He bent down and raised some of the branches. The muddy area made the prints visible enough to make tracking easier. Even more so, he realized that the prints were much smaller than what her size originally suggested.
He then heard something rustle.
�I dunno how to tell you this, but my dad taught me how to hunt to stay alive,� he stated very loudly. He stood straight, and without moving his head much, began walking along the edge of the lake. �Not that there was any real reason for him to do so, except maybe because he was trying to get rid of me. Gotta find a way to keep those sympathetic losers tailing after you.�
He carefully moved himself away from the rock. The noises of the branch moving were sparse, somewhat quiet, but they kept appearing. And just like that, that small brat was getting closer to it. You are so obvious!
�So, I survived there, for a solid year in fact, before the authorities found me. And then about four more months before they were able to actually catch me. It kinda sounds like I�m bragging, right? But you see, there was never a day I didn�t felt proud that I wasn�t born rich. Otherwise, I wouldn�t have been able to live this long.�
He turned himself around, standing right across where the rock was, the lake dividing them.
�And get stupid enough, to think that I wouldn�t find you.�
He leapt over the lake with one singe push and landed right against the rock, and slapped it off with one hand. He saw her small frame, falling down and looking surprised, before scurrying away into the bushes. He found it funny how much she thought being smaller would make her harder to be found, when he knew exactly what she would do.
�C�mon, how long we gonna do this?�
Instead of going after her, he approached the large rock, at least twice the size of him in comparison. He lifted it off the ground with a grunt, and then checked one more time, listening to the distance. As soon as he heard her go in different direction, he tossed it the heavy boulder with ease. It landed right in the middle of bundles of trees, breaking them under their weight and revealing the terrified deer-girl stopping in her tracks. And yet, she continued running, going around the rock, and moved further on.
�She is so�� Clavat commented, amazed by her brashness, and stupidity.
He once again launched himself like a low-level missile. He was losing patience over the whole thing, forgetting that with the speed and power he was going in, he might as well obliterate the poor girl upon collision. But, at that point he didn�t care anymore. He had already caught up to her and was about to crash through the trees and into the little girl.
Except he didn�t.
�What the hell-�
He was surprised to find there being no one, even though all of the branches were shaking exactly to show there being someone. He halted himself with his own feet, and quickly spun to look for her.
�HEY!� He heard her call. It came from above. As if on reaction, he bounced right up from the ground. Looking up, he saw her sitting, in her warrior form, on the branches.
�Gotcha you little--!� He yelled mid-flight, but then he spotted a crystal in her hand.
Not again.
He was still in the air when he lost consciousness.
�
�We are leaving.�
Penna pushed the bars open with a light tap, as if it was never locked. Clavat looked at Branche, who was just as confused at him. They saw her move towards the exit, opening it with just as much effort as she did their cell. Despite it all, there were no guards waiting for them.
�The Lady Luck is smiling...� Penna said right as she went out.
Clavat couldn�t exactly tell what was going on, or why. Especially since he barely felt anything but excitement, like something was going to wake up inside of him. And it had been mixed with fear too.
Something was waiting for him on the other side.
�
Flora, in her warrior form, floated above the crowns of the trees, gently moving from one to the next. She was heading out of the school�s hiding spot, rapidly, with only the rifle she took from the general and a cracked prism crystal.
<That Chester is quite a resourceful one, isn�t he?> Rose stated.
�Yeah, if wearing the same unwashed pants all the time and forgetting that he had a crystal in it counts as �resourceful�.�
She could hear Rose smile. When Chester noticed it fall down from his back pocket while being lifted with one leg, the boy quickly found a window of opportunity to hand it over to her. He might have made a correct assumption, but she was the one who had to find when it got lost in the bushes, realize it could be used again if held by the sun, which was the source of Rose�s own magic, and then get the general in a position where he wouldn�t shield his eyes again. She only even managed the last one by relying entirely on Rose somehow moving objects in her spiritual form to keep him busy.
She took a look at the crystal again, and it had a gigantic crack in it, pretty much dooming any really chance to use it again. Not that it would be good against a Torque, but that general was still out there. She traced it with her finger, and remembered how the hedgehog acted back in the cave. She remembered Jonson, Chester�s reaction when they lost him, and his sudden declaration to them.
Maybe, he did change a lot.
And yet, she herself was not out of the woods yet.
�Please be safe, Chester,� she uttered under breath.
�
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�
Flora glided fast, charging right through the branches that were constantly in her way. She was practically alone now, with everyone either captured or missing. And worse off, she had no power to help them at all.
�Where are you, little girl!�
Flora had to navigate quickly. She rarely ever came her herself, and in fact, only hid in so far behind the first layer of the leafy wall. Going in further, she had harder time separating where she had been with where she was now, with only thing she knew of location was the general coming after her. Big rocks here, higher bushes there, some evergreen trees appearing before her, some notable mud-piles�
She had to stop about two times, when she noticed the some footprints appear that she thought she had seen before.
�This is getting SO annoying�� She grumbled. She looked below her, the green-brown labyrinth now filled with silence. Thinking about it, Flora quickly brough her bow up. �Rose,� she said out loud, �I need you to do something��
A twig snapped, making her turn quickly with her bow out, but had it kicked out of her hands out of nowhere.
�Got lost?�
She was already knocked off of her feet when she heard the general laugh.
Clavat had his hands on hips and looked down on the warrior, happy with his job well done. Before long he charged right at her again, but like a hooked sheet, her body moved itself sideways. Like an eel in a pond, she slithered low to the ground and under bushes faster than he could keep up with his eyes. The general protested with a �Hey!�, but to his annoyance she disappeared.
He then saw few shining arrows fly to him for good measure, which he knocked away without batting an eye.
You ain�t going away this time, he thought.
He leaped to one of the trees and quickly moved to the next. He saw the branches wiggle from below, and soon enough was able to catch up to the escaping princess. Even if he didn�t admit it aloud, Clavat himself was enjoying the chase. There was a clear reason why he wore jungle clothing most of the time. Sweetly hiding against the greenery, the smell of pollen, water, dung and carcasses, were always better than the plain old looking cement rooms he had to deal with.
He finally stopped when he entered the hidden area within this forest, a small lake, lightly frozen with ice right at the top. Surrounding it were a few far hanging trees and one big rock, but the rest of the area had some space between the edge of the lake and the flora.
Clavat climbed down and observed the area.
While it was sweet getting to a forest, he thought, it was much sweeter getting his prey.
�Man, is it me or are my feet still keep sticking to stuff?� He exclaimed, talking about that sweet, sugary material that left him with a weird smell and constant itchy fingers. �I am not sure I can get rid of this stuff anytime soon. All I am saying, I really looking for payback for what you did earlier.�
He bent down and raised some of the branches. The muddy area made the prints visible enough to make tracking easier. Even more so, he realized that the prints were much smaller than what her size originally suggested.
He then heard something rustle.
�I dunno how to tell you this, but my dad taught me how to hunt to stay alive,� he stated very loudly. He stood straight, and without moving his head much, began walking along the edge of the lake. �Not that there was any real reason for him to do so, except maybe because he was trying to get rid of me. Gotta find a way to keep those sympathetic losers tailing after you.�
He carefully moved himself away from the rock. The noises of the branch moving were sparse, somewhat quiet, but they kept appearing. And just like that, that small brat was getting closer to it. You are so obvious!
�So, I survived there, for a solid year in fact, before the authorities found me. And then about four more months before they were able to actually catch me. It kinda sounds like I�m bragging, right? But you see, there was never a day I didn�t felt proud that I wasn�t born rich. Otherwise, I wouldn�t have been able to live this long.�
He turned himself around, standing right across where the rock was, the lake dividing them.
�And get stupid enough, to think that I wouldn�t find you.�
He leapt over the lake with one singe push and landed right against the rock, and slapped it off with one hand. He saw her small frame, falling down and looking surprised, before scurrying away into the bushes. He found it funny how much she thought being smaller would make her harder to be found, when he knew exactly what she would do.
�C�mon, how long we gonna do this?�
Instead of going after her, he approached the large rock, at least twice the size of him in comparison. He lifted it off the ground with a grunt, and then checked one more time, listening to the distance. As soon as he heard her go in different direction, he tossed it the heavy boulder with ease. It landed right in the middle of bundles of trees, breaking them under their weight and revealing the terrified deer-girl stopping in her tracks. And yet, she continued running, going around the rock, and moved further on.
�She is so�� Clavat commented, amazed by her brashness, and stupidity.
He once again launched himself like a low-level missile. He was losing patience over the whole thing, forgetting that with the speed and power he was going in, he might as well obliterate the poor girl upon collision. But, at that point he didn�t care anymore. He had already caught up to her and was about to crash through the trees and into the little girl.
Except he didn�t.
�What the hell-�
He was surprised to find there being no one, even though all of the branches were shaking exactly to show there being someone. He halted himself with his own feet, and quickly spun to look for her.
�HEY!� He heard her call. It came from above. As if on reaction, he bounced right up from the ground. Looking up, he saw her sitting, in her warrior form, on the branches.
�Gotcha you little--!� He yelled mid-flight, but then he spotted a crystal in her hand.
Not again.
He was still in the air when he lost consciousness.
�
�We are leaving.�
Penna pushed the bars open with a light tap, as if it was never locked. Clavat looked at Branche, who was just as confused at him. They saw her move towards the exit, opening it with just as much effort as she did their cell. Despite it all, there were no guards waiting for them.
�The Lady Luck is smiling...� Penna said right as she went out.
Clavat couldn�t exactly tell what was going on, or why. Especially since he barely felt anything but excitement, like something was going to wake up inside of him. And it had been mixed with fear too.
Something was waiting for him on the other side.
�
Flora, in her warrior form, floated above the crowns of the trees, gently moving from one to the next. She was heading out of the school�s hiding spot, rapidly, with only the rifle she took from the general and a cracked prism crystal.
<That Chester is quite a resourceful one, isn�t he?> Rose stated.
�Yeah, if wearing the same unwashed pants all the time and forgetting that he had a crystal in it counts as �resourceful�.�
She could hear Rose smile. When Chester noticed it fall down from his back pocket while being lifted with one leg, the boy quickly found a window of opportunity to hand it over to her. He might have made a correct assumption, but she was the one who had to find when it got lost in the bushes, realize it could be used again if held by the sun, which was the source of Rose�s own magic, and then get the general in a position where he wouldn�t shield his eyes again. She only even managed the last one by relying entirely on Rose somehow moving objects in her spiritual form to keep him busy.
She took a look at the crystal again, and it had a gigantic crack in it, pretty much dooming any really chance to use it again. Not that it would be good against a Torque, but that general was still out there. She traced it with her finger, and remembered how the hedgehog acted back in the cave. She remembered Jonson, Chester�s reaction when they lost him, and his sudden declaration to them.
Maybe, he did change a lot.
And yet, she herself was not out of the woods yet.
�Please be safe, Chester,� she uttered under breath.
�
Finally a Tailspin episode! Can't wait.
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…
Flora glided fast, charging right through the branches that were constantly in her way. She was practically alone now, with everyone either captured or missing. And worse off, she had no power to help them at all.
“Where are you, little girl!”
Flora had to navigate quickly. She rarely ever came her herself, and in fact, only hid in so far behind the first layer of the leafy wall. Going in further, she had harder time separating where she had been with where she was now, with only thing she knew of location was the general coming after her. Big rocks here, higher bushes there, some evergreen trees appearing before her, some notable mud-piles…
She had to stop about two times, when she noticed the some footprints appear that she thought she had seen before.
“This is getting SO annoying…” She grumbled. She looked below her, the green-brown labyrinth now filled with silence. Thinking about it, Flora quickly brough her bow up. “Rose,” she said out loud, “I need you to do something…”
A twig snapped, making her turn quickly with her bow out, but had it kicked out of her hands out of nowhere.
“Got lost?”
She was already knocked off of her feet when she heard the general laugh.
Clavat had his hands on hips and looked down on the warrior, happy with his job well done. Before long he charged right at her again, but like a hooked sheet, her body moved itself sideways. Like an eel in a pond, she slithered low to the ground and under bushes faster than he could keep up with his eyes. The general protested with a “Hey!”, but to his annoyance she disappeared.
He then saw few shining arrows fly to him for good measure, which he knocked away without batting an eye.
You ain’t going away this time, he thought.
He leaped to one of the trees and quickly moved to the next. He saw the branches wiggle from below, and soon enough was able to catch up to the escaping princess. Even if he didn’t admit it aloud, Clavat himself was enjoying the chase. There was a clear reason why he wore jungle clothing most of the time. Sweetly hiding against the greenery, the smell of pollen, water, dung and carcasses, were always better than the plain old looking cement rooms he had to deal with.
He finally stopped when he entered the hidden area within this forest, a small lake, lightly frozen with ice right at the top. Surrounding it were a few far hanging trees and one big rock, but the rest of the area had some space between the edge of the lake and the flora.
Clavat climbed down and observed the area.
While it was sweet getting to a forest, he thought, it was much sweeter getting his prey.
“Man, is it me or are my feet still keep sticking to stuff?” He exclaimed, talking about that sweet, sugary material that left him with a weird smell and constant itchy fingers. “I am not sure I can get rid of this stuff anytime soon. All I am saying, I really looking for payback for what you did earlier.”
He bent down and raised some of the branches. The muddy area made the prints visible enough to make tracking easier. Even more so, he realized that the prints were much smaller than what her size originally suggested.
He then heard something rustle.
“I dunno how to tell you this, but my dad taught me how to hunt to stay alive,” he stated very loudly. He stood straight, and without moving his head much, began walking along the edge of the lake. “Not that there was any real reason for him to do so, except maybe because he was trying to get rid of me. Gotta find a way to keep those sympathetic losers tailing after you.”
He carefully moved himself away from the rock. The noises of the branch moving were sparse, somewhat quiet, but they kept appearing. And just like that, that small brat was getting closer to it. You are so obvious!
“So, I survived there, for a solid year in fact, before the authorities found me. And then about four more months before they were able to actually catch me. It kinda sounds like I’m bragging, right? But you see, there was never a day I didn’t felt proud that I wasn’t born rich. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have been able to live this long.”
He turned himself around, standing right across where the rock was, the lake dividing them.
“And get stupid enough, to think that I wouldn’t find you.”
He leapt over the lake with one singe push and landed right against the rock, and slapped it off with one hand. He saw her small frame, falling down and looking surprised, before scurrying away into the bushes. He found it funny how much she thought being smaller would make her harder to be found, when he knew exactly what she would do.
“C’mon, how long we gonna do this?”
Instead of going after her, he approached the large rock, at least twice the size of him in comparison. He lifted it off the ground with a grunt, and then checked one more time, listening to the distance. As soon as he heard her go in different direction, he tossed it the heavy boulder with ease. It landed right in the middle of bundles of trees, breaking them under their weight and revealing the terrified deer-girl stopping in her tracks. And yet, she continued running, going around the rock, and moved further on.
“She is so…” Clavat commented, amazed by her brashness, and stupidity.
He once again launched himself like a low-level missile. He was losing patience over the whole thing, forgetting that with the speed and power he was going in, he might as well obliterate the poor girl upon collision. But, at that point he didn’t care anymore. He had already caught up to her and was about to crash through the trees and into the little girl.
Except he didn’t.
“What the hell-“
He was surprised to find there being no one, even though all of the branches were shaking exactly to show there being someone. He halted himself with his own feet, and quickly spun to look for her.
“HEY!” He heard her call. It came from above. As if on reaction, he bounced right up from the ground. Looking up, he saw her sitting, in her warrior form, on the branches.
“Gotcha you little--!” He yelled mid-flight, but then he spotted a crystal in her hand.
Not again.
He was still in the air when he lost consciousness.
…
“We are leaving.”
Penna pushed the bars open with a light tap, as if it was never locked. Clavat looked at Branche, who was just as confused at him. They saw her move towards the exit, opening it with just as much effort as she did their cell. Despite it all, there were no guards waiting for them.
“The Lady Luck is smiling...” Penna said right as she went out.
Clavat couldn’t exactly tell what was going on, or why. Especially since he barely felt anything but excitement, like something was going to wake up inside of him. And it had been mixed with fear too.
Something was waiting for him on the other side.
…
Flora, in her warrior form, floated above the crowns of the trees, gently moving from one to the next. She was heading out of the school’s hiding spot, rapidly, with only the rifle she took from the general and a cracked prism crystal.
<That Chester is quite a resourceful one, isn’t he?> Rose stated.
“Yeah, if wearing the same unwashed pants all the time and forgetting that he had a crystal in it counts as ‘resourceful’.”
She could hear Rose smile. When Chester noticed it fall down from his back pocket while being lifted with one leg, the boy quickly found a window of opportunity to hand it over to her. He might have made a correct assumption, but she was the one who had to find when it got lost in the bushes, realize it could be used again if held by the sun, which was the source of Rose’s own magic, and then get the general in a position where he wouldn’t shield his eyes again. She only even managed the last one by relying entirely on Rose somehow moving objects in her spiritual form to keep him busy.
She took a look at the crystal again, and it had a gigantic crack in it, pretty much dooming any really chance to use it again. Not that it would be good against a Torque, but that general was still out there. She traced it with her finger, and remembered how the hedgehog acted back in the cave. She remembered Jonson, Chester’s reaction when they lost him, and his sudden declaration to them.
Maybe, he did change a lot.
And yet, she herself was not out of the woods yet.
“Please be safe, Chester,” she uttered under breath.
…
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…
Flora glided fast, charging right through the branches that were constantly in her way. She was practically alone now, with everyone either captured or missing. And worse off, she had no power to help them at all.
“Where are you, little girl!”
Flora had to navigate quickly. She rarely ever came her herself, and in fact, only hid in so far behind the first layer of the leafy wall. Going in further, she had harder time separating where she had been with where she was now, with only thing she knew of location was the general coming after her. Big rocks here, higher bushes there, some evergreen trees appearing before her, some notable mud-piles…
She had to stop about two times, when she noticed the some footprints appear that she thought she had seen before.
“This is getting SO annoying…” She grumbled. She looked below her, the green-brown labyrinth now filled with silence. Thinking about it, Flora quickly brough her bow up. “Rose,” she said out loud, “I need you to do something…”
A twig snapped, making her turn quickly with her bow out, but had it kicked out of her hands out of nowhere.
“Got lost?”
She was already knocked off of her feet when she heard the general laugh.
Clavat had his hands on hips and looked down on the warrior, happy with his job well done. Before long he charged right at her again, but like a hooked sheet, her body moved itself sideways. Like an eel in a pond, she slithered low to the ground and under bushes faster than he could keep up with his eyes. The general protested with a “Hey!”, but to his annoyance she disappeared.
He then saw few shining arrows fly to him for good measure, which he knocked away without batting an eye.
You ain’t going away this time, he thought.
He leaped to one of the trees and quickly moved to the next. He saw the branches wiggle from below, and soon enough was able to catch up to the escaping princess. Even if he didn’t admit it aloud, Clavat himself was enjoying the chase. There was a clear reason why he wore jungle clothing most of the time. Sweetly hiding against the greenery, the smell of pollen, water, dung and carcasses, were always better than the plain old looking cement rooms he had to deal with.
He finally stopped when he entered the hidden area within this forest, a small lake, lightly frozen with ice right at the top. Surrounding it were a few far hanging trees and one big rock, but the rest of the area had some space between the edge of the lake and the flora.
Clavat climbed down and observed the area.
While it was sweet getting to a forest, he thought, it was much sweeter getting his prey.
“Man, is it me or are my feet still keep sticking to stuff?” He exclaimed, talking about that sweet, sugary material that left him with a weird smell and constant itchy fingers. “I am not sure I can get rid of this stuff anytime soon. All I am saying, I really looking for payback for what you did earlier.”
He bent down and raised some of the branches. The muddy area made the prints visible enough to make tracking easier. Even more so, he realized that the prints were much smaller than what her size originally suggested.
He then heard something rustle.
“I dunno how to tell you this, but my dad taught me how to hunt to stay alive,” he stated very loudly. He stood straight, and without moving his head much, began walking along the edge of the lake. “Not that there was any real reason for him to do so, except maybe because he was trying to get rid of me. Gotta find a way to keep those sympathetic losers tailing after you.”
He carefully moved himself away from the rock. The noises of the branch moving were sparse, somewhat quiet, but they kept appearing. And just like that, that small brat was getting closer to it. You are so obvious!
“So, I survived there, for a solid year in fact, before the authorities found me. And then about four more months before they were able to actually catch me. It kinda sounds like I’m bragging, right? But you see, there was never a day I didn’t felt proud that I wasn’t born rich. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have been able to live this long.”
He turned himself around, standing right across where the rock was, the lake dividing them.
“And get stupid enough, to think that I wouldn’t find you.”
He leapt over the lake with one singe push and landed right against the rock, and slapped it off with one hand. He saw her small frame, falling down and looking surprised, before scurrying away into the bushes. He found it funny how much she thought being smaller would make her harder to be found, when he knew exactly what she would do.
“C’mon, how long we gonna do this?”
Instead of going after her, he approached the large rock, at least twice the size of him in comparison. He lifted it off the ground with a grunt, and then checked one more time, listening to the distance. As soon as he heard her go in different direction, he tossed it the heavy boulder with ease. It landed right in the middle of bundles of trees, breaking them under their weight and revealing the terrified deer-girl stopping in her tracks. And yet, she continued running, going around the rock, and moved further on.
“She is so…” Clavat commented, amazed by her brashness, and stupidity.
He once again launched himself like a low-level missile. He was losing patience over the whole thing, forgetting that with the speed and power he was going in, he might as well obliterate the poor girl upon collision. But, at that point he didn’t care anymore. He had already caught up to her and was about to crash through the trees and into the little girl.
Except he didn’t.
“What the hell-“
He was surprised to find there being no one, even though all of the branches were shaking exactly to show there being someone. He halted himself with his own feet, and quickly spun to look for her.
“HEY!” He heard her call. It came from above. As if on reaction, he bounced right up from the ground. Looking up, he saw her sitting, in her warrior form, on the branches.
“Gotcha you little--!” He yelled mid-flight, but then he spotted a crystal in her hand.
Not again.
He was still in the air when he lost consciousness.
…
“We are leaving.”
Penna pushed the bars open with a light tap, as if it was never locked. Clavat looked at Branche, who was just as confused at him. They saw her move towards the exit, opening it with just as much effort as she did their cell. Despite it all, there were no guards waiting for them.
“The Lady Luck is smiling...” Penna said right as she went out.
Clavat couldn’t exactly tell what was going on, or why. Especially since he barely felt anything but excitement, like something was going to wake up inside of him. And it had been mixed with fear too.
Something was waiting for him on the other side.
…
Flora, in her warrior form, floated above the crowns of the trees, gently moving from one to the next. She was heading out of the school’s hiding spot, rapidly, with only the rifle she took from the general and a cracked prism crystal.
<That Chester is quite a resourceful one, isn’t he?> Rose stated.
“Yeah, if wearing the same unwashed pants all the time and forgetting that he had a crystal in it counts as ‘resourceful’.”
She could hear Rose smile. When Chester noticed it fall down from his back pocket while being lifted with one leg, the boy quickly found a window of opportunity to hand it over to her. He might have made a correct assumption, but she was the one who had to find when it got lost in the bushes, realize it could be used again if held by the sun, which was the source of Rose’s own magic, and then get the general in a position where he wouldn’t shield his eyes again. She only even managed the last one by relying entirely on Rose somehow moving objects in her spiritual form to keep him busy.
She took a look at the crystal again, and it had a gigantic crack in it, pretty much dooming any really chance to use it again. Not that it would be good against a Torque, but that general was still out there. She traced it with her finger, and remembered how the hedgehog acted back in the cave. She remembered Jonson, Chester’s reaction when they lost him, and his sudden declaration to them.
Maybe, he did change a lot.
And yet, she herself was not out of the woods yet.
“Please be safe, Chester,” she uttered under breath.
…
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