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Chapter 9 - ch 8. punishment? reward?

The quietness sharp and hard as a steel knife the gard captans sat in rows of 6. There comonos nearly maching exept for the element represantashons some had flames others rizing mountains, fowing water and wind dancing across the back canvuce of there clothes. Behind them stood there vice captains. And paintings of there sets of power in are world they be sergeant majors in standing. The men and power they wield is world staggering. So much so the mages association bows to them. The royal family bows befor them. The church prases them as the ones closest to the god of darkness. The head of the gard sat nearist to the back wall his statuses would be like the commander and chef. Behind him. Stood a oppressing ten foot boor carved out of wood the color of crimson blood. His eyes of purple scan the room and as he lookes at each captain once they slightly shiver but none move even a inch. They know the consequences of speeking with out permission let alone moveing with out permisson. The gray sun show high in the sky and the ticking of the clock draged the minutes to hour as the palpable anxiety and nervesnes made everyone still. To the left the records keeper shook as his pin stopes and the announcer pails to the pint his skin looks see-through. The words he just utterd was as follows "Airson shade and frends are hear to accept punishment for desertion."

Finally the head of the gard speekes "send them in." The boors infrount of the room open and Airson, Nico, shadow and Selma stride in there chests stuck out, there sholders broaden, there backs strate, there feet snap shut and close together there hands to there backs and eyes hold a gleam of unwavering confidence. To gether as the boor close behind them they shout "we are hear to exept any and all punishments bestode on us for leaving the gards training grounds." There thay stan in front of the captains of the guard and there commander in chef expecting death yet none gave of a hint of fear but pride flows like a river after a hevy rain off them.

"You stand befor the nations most powerful people and yet you do not fear? Is this fooleshness?" The cmmander smiles

"No! We know we have nothing to fear because even thow we did somthing wrong. We also know we had to bo it becuse the God of darkness called us to do it." Airson states then he recounts the event of there beparcher and how the masters that tought them assneded into the sky and a vice spoke saying "now my chosen find the last memder of your group and his right hand as well as ya'lls right hands. For tragedy shall strike for the gaddess has awoken."

Apon hearing this the gard can not help but murmmer amungs them selfs there eyes became saucers and mouths move and words erupted out. The room was fills with noise like a tank with water

"SILENCE!!" The Comander shouts above them. "I know you all have cause to worry after all the last time she awock was 3000 years ago and the last pure and tanted one had to lead a army agent her hateful creation. The Litens! They invaded us destroying many of us and the 4 grate houses feel to ruin. Also many calamitys were brought on by her to make us suffer. We first and fromost must prepare for these comalitys the 5 grate besasters of famine, fire, drought, disease and finaly invasion. 6th captain hows the medical bregade?"

"All good and in top shape." A woman with wast length hair stands up her green eyes and brown skin. "We will start to increese are stalk piles of medical suplys not limited to antidotes and healing potions." "Good. 8th captain!"

Thus time a man stands up. " we are stock full of all food previsons. Parishable and non-parishable." We shall open up the emply sylows and voults for more food capacity."

"Good. Very good! Captain 3."

Lastly a man with short gray hair and even shorter stature speeks "armery is stocked and fully prepared. We will open up the reserve armerys for the battle to come. We will increese are purcheses of magic devises and explosives fro. The magic association."

"Good. Good. Let us keep the goddesses awakining to are selfs for naw. We need time to prepare. Now as for your punishments you guys will be relece from any wrong doing. Insted you will form a platoon of ten. You and your right hands plus 20 men to use as you see fit. So chose from the captains hear if you so desier you may have them as your second incomand and ypu will have to chose one to fight anyway. We all wish to see the heros strangth."

They all stood there there bravado gone but not completely they stood at attention yet there mouths were agap to the smallest degree. Shaking her head Selma is the first to react. She steps forword and shouts number eleven The eleventh captain stood up, he is a skinny man with skin, the color of a grain of wheat, his hair, a mocha brown and Hazel Brown eyes, the sword at the wast in a slender sheeth like a rapiar.

"daughter." He spoke keenly and precisely to the point.

"Father."

they headed through the door at the back of the room and immediately were in a field. everyone's eyes were drawn to a projection in the center of the room.

"Don't hold back my child. Her father spoke

"Funny! I was gonna say the same thing to you, father." She laughs.

Her father draws his sword. A light of dark Brown like a walnut shell covers it. his sword, growing thin spikes on the edge of it. Selma unsheathed her sword. The power clash, causing a moment of hesitation and fear in her father. Yet like a battle hardin soldier, the only sign of this was his eyes dilating. Soon he recovers and he charges. Foreseeing this Selma perces her sword in the earth and pors her power into the ground as umber brown energy flows out of her and down the blade.

"Rise great Earth!" She shouts. The ground begins to shake and a thick wall nearly 20 yards thick rises up and surround. Yet her dad cut through it in a flash, all you see is the walls in front of her crumbling. Quickly she raised another wall infrount, pouring more power into it. This time, his sword sticks half way into it. Frantically he pulles and pulles. Moving left then right up and bown. Even trying to push in and out as his face turns blue yet it will not buge. Selma cease's the opertunity and the wall behind him and rushes forword as her hands pull her sword towards herself forming a gash in the ground. Turing to look only a light bit behind him. He sees his predicament and revises her plan. He could not pull his sword out, so she was trying to force him to let go. And lose the weapon that linkes him to his spiritual sword. Thus he would lose. Closing his eyes he focuses on the earth energy in the wall his sword is impaild in and he pores his energy into the ground wall causing it to shake. Crakes spred like a wed as if a slege hammer had hit the wall. The cracks spred and become gaping holes with in it and the wall crumbles, he then forces his power to his feed and starts sprinting faster then the eys could see with a yell that would cause even the bravest of hearts to shake with fear. Yet Selma stands tall sliding her sword deeper in to the ground the up at a diaganal slash then bown again as she swerls she shouts "Spikes of Terra!", and spikes caskade up from the ground in all derectons headed to her father. As he slises throw spike after spike loving left then right, right to left. Twirling dogging up bown. His body getting hevy as sweet builds up. Muscles cry out and breth becomes ragged. Slema seizes her chance and casts a earth base spell "Chains of the earth!" chains materialize out of nowhere and fly from the ground, catching him like a python with its pray. Finally, he is immobilized and spikes fall from the sky. Cross crisscrossing to a cage his body, yet not one impels him.

"Do you admit defeat father?"

"No," he yells, "You will have to kill me!"

"Only a fool would say such a thing," she says as she camly walkes over and lifts her sword to his head. She stops a millimeter above his right eye.

" And only a coward would go through with it."

The chains and spikes return to the Earth as she wispers. "I win", and the comande shouts her victory.

"why did you not kill me?" He stammers, "because we don't believe in killing our own people and kinsman," salma smiles, "and there's besides, I want you as my second in command" Selma extends her hand to her father, who is now flat on the ground.