Monday, May 19, 2014

Ahrimanes Legends: Book 1, From Burning Ice: Chapter 2, The Place

The plane was shooting to the ground. Blaise glared at me. "Jacob... this is all your fault, isn't it?" I looked down, ashamed. I nodded. The exit slowly opened. Not fast enough. All of us would die before it would be completely open, enough for people to exit. I put my hands towards it and thought of Leo Pit. Fire blasted out and blew the door away. Somebody madly started untying the rope strings that connected to the rafts. I set them on fire, and they burnt away. The man jumped and went zooming towards the ocean. He landed in the raft with a loud crash. Everyone else flooded out. When everyone was gone except Blaise, Mae Lin, and me, we were about to jump. But then we heard loud knocking coming from the pilot door. Mae Lin gasped.
"OMIGOSH! It's locked! We have to save them! Jacob! Please, now!" I shook my head. "I can't. It says fireproof." Mae Lin walked around then put her hands forward towards the door, like I do to shoot fire. I laughed. "Mae Lin, only I can do that." She sighed. As she was about to put her hands down, purple mist came from her hands and slowly made a vortex around the handle. Then the lock clicked open. Blaise and I's jaws dropped. We spoke in unison. "How did you-" She waved us off. "No time!" She ran- wait no, APPEARED next to the door in a flash of purple smoke and opened it. A copper-haired girl about the age of, I don't know- 11 was sitting there on the pilot seat. She had sparkling turquoise eyes that were filled with fear. I took her arm along with Mae Lin and Blaise. She was shaking. We nudged her off the edge of the plane and she fell with a soft landing into the raft. They sped away without us, and the girl smiled at us with thankful eyes. I had a feeling she was exactly like us. She wasn't meant to be on the plane. Yet- she had just left us to die on a burning plane.

Mae Lin looked calm. She put her hands forth and a few inches away, a ball of purple mist formed. She nodded to me and said, "Do it." I did the same, and my fire and darkness combined with the mist to make a black, fiery fog. It still didn't do anything except radiate with power. Mae Lin sighed. "There isn't enough energy and power... unless... Blaise, you do it." Blaise sighed like she knew it wouldn't help, but she did it anyway. For a few seconds, nothing happened. Then--- A wave that looked like night-black silk came from her hands. It was very wispy, and was dotted with something that looked like stars. It combined to make a black mist that was on fire, with stars hovering over it. Then it expanded, and we fell to the ground.

We woke up on and island. I could only see green trees and water. And... a girl. She had blonde hair, grey eyes, and a hideous orange shirt. She was inspecting me. A Yankee's cap was on her head. I groaned. "Who are you and what have you done with my friends?" I asked immediately. She looked startled. "You can... see me?" I rolled my eyes. "No dip, Sherlock. Or should I say, Well, it isn't like you're invisible." She looked at me. Then she turned around and said, "Percy, there's a third. Take them to Cam and Adriana." The boy OBVIOUSLY named Percy lifted me onto a stretcher and carried it to a room. Blaise and Mae Lin were on the other stretchers. "Blaise! Mae Lin! There you are! Did they test on you? Are you guys alright? Wait, where's the plane? How did we get here? When--" The blonde girl cut me off. "Who are Blaise and Mae Lin? Their names are Cam and Adriana." I snorted. "I've known them for seven years. I think I know their names." Mae Lin and Blaise laughed. "Yeah. We're Blaise and Mae Lin. I don't know why we said Adriana and Cam." Mae Lin looked to Blaise. "Why did we tell them that?" Blaise shrugged. Mae Lin sighed. "Whatever. I'm Mae Lin Chen, Just call me Mae Lin. MAE LIN IS ONE NAME, PEOPLE. Not two. My dad died when I was two, and my step-step-stepmother crashed." Blaise put her hand up. "I'm Blaise. Blaise Acheron. I um, am technically an orphan. My dad and stepmom turned mentally unstable as soon as they were wed. I- I don't know how it happened." Annabeth nodded, she was completely convinced. I started speaking. "I'm Jacob Ahrimanes. I was adopted by a dad, who never married, and then he died. Everyone calls me 'The Bringer of Chaos.' I've sent the school gym up in flames twice." Percy's eyes widened. Annabeth looked at us. "So. Have any of you had possession over an element of some kind?" All three of us looked at each other. Mae Lin was the first to talk. "Um, purple mist. It's like... magic." Percy and Annabeth looked at one another. "Go on." Percy said. Blaise was next. "Like, um, this weird midnight-black sheet. You can't touch it, but, it's pretty powerful. It's like... the night sky." I looked down and didn't say anything. Annabeth walked over. "What about you?" I looked at her. "I-- I have possession over everything that can destroy when I get mad." Percy and Annabeth backed up two steps. I forced a smile. "Would you like me to show you?" Percy nodded and said, "Sure......? But, ah, don't destroy anything." I grinned. "I wouldn't count on that." I put my hands forward and thought of Leo Pit. Fire jetted out and burnt through the wall. Then it swirled around and turned into a black cloud with lightning flickering around it. It expanded... then exploded.

Good news: Nothing too major was destroyed. Bad news: The roof is now in a bazillion pieces. Annabeth was staring, awestruck. Percy, ditto. I rubbed my forehead and say, "I'm really hungry. Got any sodas?" Annabeth stared for a few more seconds then said, "Um. We have a few goblets and some briscuit...? How's that?" I rolled my eyes. "I practically live on Pepsi and chicken. What are these... goblets?" Percy did a face-palm. "Oh, gods. We just ran out of chicken. I could get more..." Annabeth glared. "Percy!" Percy rolled his eyes. "Whatever. Later, I guess. Maybe I could get more... LATER." Annabeth nodded approvingly. Percy looked at me. "Oh, and goblets? Follow me."

Percy gave me a golden goblet that was studded with rubies and rhinestones. It was empty. "Am I supposed to..." Percy took the cup. "Speak to it." He gave it back to me. I held the cup in my hand, and looked at the empty bottom of the cup. "Um. Red Pepsi?" Soda the color of blood suddenly started filling from the bottom. I smiled. "Coolio." I drank it, and it tasted perfect. I finished it. "Wait. Have you guys ever tried... chicken." The cup filled with chicken soup. Percy looked at it. "Never tried that." I said, "Empty." And the cup drained. Percy shrugged, but I could tell he was interested. "Well, I gotta be going," He said. "I have archery soon. Blegh." He walked away. I went out of the door, goblet in hand. I bent down to it and said, "Gold." Gold liquid filled it. I stared in awe. What you haven't done should be tried. I poured it out and walked around until I saw a large forest. I was curious, and walked in. I was just looking at trees and enjoying peace when-- Rustle.... crunch.... crack. I turned around and the first thing I saw were eyes. One by one, a beady red eye appeared under the darkness of the trees. I wasn't angry. I was scared. I bolted off, and it darted after me. I could hear the crinkle of its feet in the dry leaves. Then, I saw a tree at the end of the forest. It had a small door at the bottom. I ran as fast as I could and tried tugging open the door. On the doorknob it had a tiny P on it. I knew it wasn't English, it had to be Greek. It was the Greek letter Rho! I put my thumb on it and it glowed purple, then gold. The door's lock clicked. I thrust it open and crawled inside. Slowly, the lights came on. What caught my eye was a big, purple banner that bared the word SPQR. The acronym for, um, um, uh....  thought about it. Senatus Populus Que Romanus. That was it! Wait, no. That was bad. That meant 'The... Roman.... Senate and People.' This was a Roman hideout.

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