lips.
“Dad!!”
I rush out of the wind barrier and
kneel in front of Father.
“Honey!”
My mother soon follows and begins
chanting a healing spell.
“Cough! Alice, listen to me.
Don’t heal me right now. If you use a healing spell right now, they’ll
find out what you are and try that much harder to go after you. They’ll
be willing to sacrifice a lot more if they know!”
My mom wasn’t listening and kept
chanting, desperately shaking her head. She was stubborn all right.
Father turned to me after giving up
trying to persuade his wife.
“Art, listen carefully. After
the healing spell activates, they’re going to try to capture your mother at all
costs. After I’m healed enough, I’m going back to engage the leader and
try to buy enough time. I think I can beat him, but not if I have to
worry about protecting you guys. Take your mother back down the road and
don’t stop; Adam will open up a path for you.”
“No dad! I’m staying with you.
I can fight! You saw me! I can help!” Fuck being mature. It seemed
like at this moment I was really acting like the 4 year old I was on the
outside, but I didn’t care. I’m not going to leave behind my family whom
I’ve grown to love and friends who I’ve bonded with so much this past week and
a half.
“LISTEN TO ME ARTHUR LEYWIN!”
Father agonizingly roared. This was the first time hearing his voice like
this; the kind of voice that one would only use in a desperate situation.
“I know you can fight! That’s why
I’m entrusting your mother to you. Protect her and protect the baby
inside her. I’ll catch up to you after this is over.”
Boom…
Protect her and protect the baby
inside her…
Everything clicked. Why she
was acting so paranoid. Why she was clutching me and making sure nothing
got even close to us. Why both Durden and Angela were guarding us with
defensive spells instead of just one of them.
My mother was pregnant.
“I was planning on telling you when
we arrived in Xyrus but…” Not finishing his sentence, father just looked at me
sheepishly; still pale from the blow he received from the bald, axe-wielding
boss.
“Okay, I’ll protect Mom.”
“Atta boy. That’s my son.”
My mother finished her chant at
this time and both she and my father glowed in a bright golden white light.
“There’s a Healer! Don’t let her
get away!”
I quickly grabbed my mother’s arm
with both hands and tugged her to move while reinforcing myself with mana.
We reached the area Adam and the
dual-wielder was battling a little down the road.
“Art, hurry down, I got him!”
The dual-wielder was obviously
frustrated by the inability to neither reach me nor mother because of Adam.
We hurried down the slope when I heard a faint *wizz* sound to our left.
Acting on instinct, I jumped up, bringing my wooden sword up and
reinforcing my whole body and the sword to withstand the blow of incoming
arrow.
*Paa! *
As the arrow met the wooden sword,
my body flew back. Fortunately, the arrow wasn’t reinforced with mana so
after throwing my body into a backflip to disperse the force, I landed
awkwardly on my feet, using my hands to make myself come to a stop, throwing
away what was left of my wooden sword.
“Wha… Ugh!”
…Was all I heard from the assailant
before he was promptly impaled by an arrow fired by Helen.
“GO!” She exclaimed, nocking
in another arrow and firing at the leader of the bandits to support my father.
That’s weird.
Currently, Jasmine, Adam, and my
father (with Helen) were each fighting a Mage.
Wasn’t there four?
“Damien! Forget the plan, don't let
them live!” The Boss suddenly shouted.
“Who was he commanding?”
“… Respond to my call and wash away
all! Water Cannon!”
From the
“Dad!!”
I rush out of the wind barrier and
kneel in front of Father.
“Honey!”
My mother soon follows and begins
chanting a healing spell.
“Cough! Alice, listen to me.
Don’t heal me right now. If you use a healing spell right now, they’ll
find out what you are and try that much harder to go after you. They’ll
be willing to sacrifice a lot more if they know!”
My mom wasn’t listening and kept
chanting, desperately shaking her head. She was stubborn all right.
Father turned to me after giving up
trying to persuade his wife.
“Art, listen carefully. After
the healing spell activates, they’re going to try to capture your mother at all
costs. After I’m healed enough, I’m going back to engage the leader and
try to buy enough time. I think I can beat him, but not if I have to
worry about protecting you guys. Take your mother back down the road and
don’t stop; Adam will open up a path for you.”
“No dad! I’m staying with you.
I can fight! You saw me! I can help!” Fuck being mature. It seemed
like at this moment I was really acting like the 4 year old I was on the
outside, but I didn’t care. I’m not going to leave behind my family whom
I’ve grown to love and friends who I’ve bonded with so much this past week and
a half.
“LISTEN TO ME ARTHUR LEYWIN!”
Father agonizingly roared. This was the first time hearing his voice like
this; the kind of voice that one would only use in a desperate situation.
“I know you can fight! That’s why
I’m entrusting your mother to you. Protect her and protect the baby
inside her. I’ll catch up to you after this is over.”
Boom…
Protect her and protect the baby
inside her…
Everything clicked. Why she
was acting so paranoid. Why she was clutching me and making sure nothing
got even close to us. Why both Durden and Angela were guarding us with
defensive spells instead of just one of them.
My mother was pregnant.
“I was planning on telling you when
we arrived in Xyrus but…” Not finishing his sentence, father just looked at me
sheepishly; still pale from the blow he received from the bald, axe-wielding
boss.
“Okay, I’ll protect Mom.”
“Atta boy. That’s my son.”
My mother finished her chant at
this time and both she and my father glowed in a bright golden white light.
“There’s a Healer! Don’t let her
get away!”
I quickly grabbed my mother’s arm
with both hands and tugged her to move while reinforcing myself with mana.
We reached the area Adam and the
dual-wielder was battling a little down the road.
“Art, hurry down, I got him!”
The dual-wielder was obviously
frustrated by the inability to neither reach me nor mother because of Adam.
We hurried down the slope when I heard a faint *wizz* sound to our left.
Acting on instinct, I jumped up, bringing my wooden sword up and
reinforcing my whole body and the sword to withstand the blow of incoming
arrow.
*Paa! *
As the arrow met the wooden sword,
my body flew back. Fortunately, the arrow wasn’t reinforced with mana so
after throwing my body into a backflip to disperse the force, I landed
awkwardly on my feet, using my hands to make myself come to a stop, throwing
away what was left of my wooden sword.
“Wha… Ugh!”
…Was all I heard from the assailant
before he was promptly impaled by an arrow fired by Helen.
“GO!” She exclaimed, nocking
in another arrow and firing at the leader of the bandits to support my father.
That’s weird.
Currently, Jasmine, Adam, and my
father (with Helen) were each fighting a Mage.
Wasn’t there four?
“Damien! Forget the plan, don't let
them live!” The Boss suddenly shouted.
“Who was he commanding?”
“… Respond to my call and wash away
all! Water Cannon!”
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