Saturday 18 September 2010

Skul-Fan Fiction 3

         Fire, shadows and lightning blasted a path through the sorcerers and everyone sprinted towards the woods hoping to lose our attackers in the untamed forest. I threw thunderbolts over my shoulder hoping to slow them down. But as we neared the first of the trees a mage, dressed in a would-be-smart suit if it wasn't riped in about fifty places, exited the forest looking like he'd run a marathon.
          'Run, there are are remnants following me!!!,'he screamed.If this was true there was no chance of us emerging from the forest either alive or with only our minds in our bodys. Dragona and Nicolette made a wall of air to slow down the sorcerers and Florence swung her swords and many mages were knocked off there feet but more took there place. I however, created an invisible shield of electricity so when the sorcerers broke through the air wall they would receive a nasty shock. Literally.
           The mysterious man went into a kind of self-induced trance while this all was happening which annoyed me so much that an involuntary spark shot from me to him, jolting him awake.The man gave me a glare that would sour milk and said to us,'Follow me if you want to live',
          The man had none of the tell-tail signs of being possessed by a remnant and we knew sooner rather than later we would be overcome by sheer numbers. Following him seemed like the only choice as he broke into a sprint along the edge of the forest just as a pack of unpaired remnants shot out of the woods and caused the sorcerers' view to be obscured for a few precious seconds as we made our escape.
           It was a trap. And it was none too shabby a trap either . They cornered us so we were guaranteed so be possessed .Almost guaranteed. They hadn't accounted for the unknown sorcerer coming to thwart their plan and save us.
           We came to a small country road just as a car was passing by.'Stop the car' he said to all of us but no one imparticular.
           'Let me', I said smugly, glad to be of some practical use. With the wave of my hand the car staled due to 'a battery power surge'.
            'Who are you?', Florence asked the man, her tone slightly hostile.
 'Israel Elysium', he answered without emotion as if he hadn't heard Florence's tone. The driver of the Porsche got out, his face puzzled and annoyed

His face. . .

Everyone adopted a fighting stance (even Israel) when we saw the man's face.

What was his name again. . . . . . .

Dam it . . .


  1. lol hehheheh good one liked the fact tht it was longer.....write more!!

  2. AWESOME! Good story. Can't wait to hear more. :)

  3. who is it! can i be in this story? pretty please?

  4. Lizzy. I'll try and put you in maybe not in the next one but soon as possible

  5. Love it Leo! its fantastic you have a real talent!