The first wizard to show up, came rushing out of the forest, obviously scared, with steam pouring all over his body.
Aiden responded, by crippling him, not just his physical self, but his mental state, and inner organs, such that the wizard couldn’t lift his hand to mutter a spell or do anything. He just fell to the floor, looking like a lost person, a mentally deranged person.
Seeing this, Emma mused.
If this was the way the battle would happen, then she was sure that she wouldn’t be fighting after all. The vampires were just too strong. In a blink of an eye, a wizard was down already. Perhaps this had been what Prescott had suspected, and had told her to stay by his side. Since she wouldn’t be doing anything, she might as well not be in a position where she would be a liability to the vampires.
“Good. I told you so.” She heard Prescott taunt in her mind, and hissed softly, not ready for banter. She could see the wizards and some witches stepping out of the house, some were rubbing their eyes.
The steam was a good idea.
And so, the fight began in earnest.
Aiden, Yodah and Julius stood at three angles like a triangle, whilst Emma and Freya with Prescott were in the middle.
The steam had to be kept on, to flush out the attackers.
Emma scoffed, when she saw Casper stepping out of the house.
It seemed that he wasn’t fazed by the smoke or steam.
He was actually surprised to see her here. He hadn’t been expecting her back so soon. Last he heard, she was supposed to be crowned Luna. Kyran had given him the full gist. The Derek must be an idiot. He had thought then.
But now, keeping that aside, he kept his focus on Emma, devising ways to only get to her and run away from here.
But he knew that it was easier thought than done.
Already, the vampires were killing off his people.
The phantom was inside the room, not really affected by the steaming room, or the wails of dying wizards.
When he had first felt the house boiling, he had immediately created an icey shield around him, such that the steam couldn’t get to him. The others with him had done so, as he was sure that those in the forest had done the same. But as time had gone on, the intensity of the steam had been strong enough to melt the ice and they had had no choice but to come out and face the vampires face to face. Already, he could taste the snippet of failure in his tongue. It was a lost battle before it had started. The only party turner would be the phantom, but he had no idea why it was still in the house, instead of out here, fighting alongside them. He couldn’t question it because the creature answered to no one but his queen, Leonarya.
“Aren’t you going to fight?” Emma taunted Casper, clucking her tongue in derision.
On second thought, she decided to fight him herself.
“You know what, Casper… I challenge you to a duel. If you win, you can take me to Leonarya, but if I win, you will do whatever I ask you to do, that is if you’re still alive.” Emma stated, standing at akimbo, and the world paused.
Yodah, who was twisting the arms of a shrieking witch, paused, his bewildered eyes finding Emma and glaring at her.
Emma shrugged.
Aiden and Julius, who had been razing down fire on a clutter of wizards, stopped and turned aside to glare at Emma, anger rolling all over them. What the hell was wrong with the girl? They thought, aware that Casper was no small wizard like the others they had been fighting with.
Had the issue of prophecy or her little power inflated her ego?
Casper on his own smirked.
He had been praying for an opportunity to take away the human, and the girl had presented to him on a platter of gold.
What a waste of senses! He thought, staring at Emma.
She was still the same; highly impulsive.
She would have waited for some seconds till the battle was over, seeing that only a few of his people remained, and the phantom was nowhere to be found. He knew, because he no longer felt its presence. It made him wonder why it had even bothered to come with them. A monitoring spirit, perhaps?
Well, that was that. He thought, feeling relieved and happy.
He was sure he would win Emma. There wouldn’t be a need to go to Africa again.
Of course. What does the impatient beauty know about fighting?
**
“Where is she now?” Tempest asked, standing up from the chair, rubbing her hands on each other. She began to pace.
“Last I heard, she was going with the vampires to her house. Protective measures, I think.” Ketura replied, with a shrug.
“Okay, that’s good. They should protect her for this night and tomorrow morning. We will pick her up when she goes to the airport. We will find a way to distract the vampires, since they now move under sunlight.” Tempest suggested, thinning her eyebrows about the sunlight issue; but Ketura nodded, agreeing with that.
“And what next? Do you think we should leave her with your mother?” Ketura asked.
“I don’t know. I’m not sure yet. Leonarya was able to poison my mother. That means, there is someone in my mother’s cabinet working for her. I don’t think Emma would be safe there. If anything, it would bring more havoc and danger to mother’s kingdom. I don’t want that.” Tempest replied, stopping her pacing movements, deep in thought.
“She will stay with us here for now. We will find out someplace later soon. Till then, we will tell her who she is, and why the prophecy revolves around her.” Tempest concluded, piquing an eyebrow when she noticed that Ketura was biting her lips.
“What is the problem?” She asked, folding her arms across her chest.
“Well, I’m not sure. But there was another redhead in the party, a half vampire. She looked exactly like Emma. They are like identical twins. The only difference was that she had blue eyes.” Ketura stated, and Tempest’s breath seized in shock.