"Wicker, you now take lives. That is not what I taught you to do." The woman's eyes became piercing, making Wicker use a lot of strength to remain rooted to where he was.
"She is controlling me, mother. I have tried to wrestle her but she is more powerful than I thought." He looked at his mother with eyes on the verge of breaking into tears.
"It is all an illusion son. It is just an illusion. These fools gave you that stick without knowing its true extents of power. They also did not know whose son you are. This is where it ends." With that said, she held out her left hand towards the stick. Before she did anything, three women and a beast opened the twin door and walked in while panting.
Yesterday, the three of them had been trying to find the location of this very building. They had succeeded and had decided to find somewhere to rest to wait for this very moment. When the full moon was up in the sky, they had run to this place hoping to rescue their friend. They did not expect a few monks to be stationed at the door, to ward off intruders. They had fought and when they thought they would lose, they defeated the last man and found their way in the hall. Unfortunately, the chief of the walkers was gravely injured, he had to wait for them outside.
"Eddie." Jane saw her lover on the altar not too far away. A man was standing just in front of him with the same stick she almost killed him with. "No, I am not losing you again." She sprinted towards the altar with all the strength she had left. The others she had come with followed her.
Priscilla had been bowing under Wicker's command. She could be having the power to control Wicker, but the stick held more powers than she could comprehend, she could not help but bow like the rest. When the doors to this place were suddenly opened, she turned only to see that fool of a love girl. She had wanted to finish her and forget about her. She did not expect her to present herself to death, even after she had escaped. Her eyes became bright and a large grin cracked her face.
She lifted her hands up and from them, blue stands of lightning left with a terrible force. If they landed on Jane, she would instantly die. Jane had her eyes and mind focused on her man. She had failed to see the incoming light, despite the intensity. She did not get time to react when it reached a few inches before her. She was forced to stop and look with eyes wide open. When she though she could die, she felt someone pull her jacket from behind before being yanked to the side, toppling her to the stands holding candles not far away. She took three of them with her down, extinguishing the flames on the three candles.
She looked back to where she had been pulled from in time to see who had saved her. At her place was Deborah. The lightning struck her squarely on her chest. When her corpse landed just in front of Green Wyvern, she could see a dark hole on her chest. White smoke, accompanied by the sweet smell of barbecue wafted on the hole that almost left her chest hollow.
"No." Green Wyvern wailed. Its eyes reddened and the scales on its body stood. It wailed again, its voice being loud enough to almost make the building collapse on them. It grew in size and loud snapping sounds filled the entire place. Its green scales started becoming shiny and its muscles grew stronger.
"It is transforming, we are in danger." The third disciple looked in horror. He wanted to run away but Green Wyvern was just on the isle to the outside.
Crack!
When he thought all was over, he heard a heavy breaking sound behind him. He turned to look but a blinding white light came from the altar. He could not see the stick Wicker had been holding broken by something the harmless old woman had thrown. The white light filled the entire hall, making everyone present close their eyes.
Boom! An explosion occurred and the altar broke into pieces. The white light disappeared revealing what had been left of where the altar had been. Eddie was not there, only the old woman holding an unconscious Wicker. She was sitting with her legs flat on the floor. Wicker lay across her, his head rested on her laps.
Green Wyvern roared and fire left its mouth as it hit the floor with its claws. Pieces of the floor flew to the air with every contact. It gave a loud roar and balls of fire left its mouth.
"This is where it ends." It roared before sending its tail to the third disciple.