The Journey To Power (Started!)

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Elethea Elders—Grasslands

I was still feeling irritated by the girl's stupidity.
"Next time, keep your own eyes on the grass. It might keep you from dying immediately."
She scowled slightly and seemed to ignore me. We passed under the branches of a giant acacia and she plucked a knob of resin from the trunk, stuffing it into her mouth. I spun with a bad-tempered hiss. "You maniac! Do you want every fea in the grasslands down upon our—" The cicadas were silent. There was a bad wind in the air; I could feel it.

"I hope you can fight," I snarled, pulling out my dagger. Nuru clawed the gum out of her mouth and picked up a dry branch. "Sure I can," she retorted.
The wind swelled. The sky was darkening rapidly. The acacia swayed, then its edges blurred and the fea appeared. "Mortals," she rasped, bending over us.
"We apologise for disturbing you," I gasped. "We did not realise that we were passing your dwelling."
"Hmmm," she sighed. "What brings you here to my tree?"
"We are on a mission for the Aquamarine Kingdom, to retrieve their lost child," Nuru stated eloquently. I held my breath.
"Pass, mortals," the fea said. "You are spared—today."
We tiptoed past the living tree and started to run as soon as it was polite.

"Well done for that," I grabbed Nuru's shirt aggressively. "Get your act together or we will both be dead before the end of the day."
We were nose to nose when I sensed it. Something, or someone, was in the bushes.
"Not everything that counts can be counted, and not everything that can be counted counts" - Einstein




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I looked at Ange and tried to figure out what to do. I wanted to somehow talk to this person calmly, maybe tell a joke or something. I knew I couldn't do that. Still, I thought it was worth a try.

"Who are you? We just want to talk!" I was answered by a gust of wind that seemed to come from nowhere. It knocked me off my feet and threw me against Ange. She barely managed to put me back on my feet before we were met by the stranger.

"Ange, go!" I knew she'd realized who were were fighting, it had to be the Child. We both ran forward with our weaponds drawn. Within seconds we met the Child and began to pound her from every side. I thought she was getting tired, but knew something was wrong for it to have been so easy. Then I was met by another wind that carried me further away. Along the coast the ocean began to grow rough and violent and the tide went up. "Ange, we got to get out of here!" I called. We knew her powers now, we needed to come up with a plan.
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