there is anywhere to run.”
He gripped his claymore more tightly. “I think this might be the last stand, boys; don’t see how we’re getting out of this one.”
Casey threw his combat glove on the ground and sprinted to retrieve a second discarded sword. He quickly retreated to Monson and Artorius as they all stood with their backs to each other.
“If they separate us we’re screwed, so keep it tight.”
Artorius and Monson each took a step back to close the circle. Casey dipped his head in approval.
More gargoyles landed and surrounded the boys; five became ten, ten became twenty, twenty became a whole lot more, while off in the distance, the Midday Darkness let loose more and more of its deadly payload. Monson could see the black pods striking the ground, unfolding their newfound wings, and moving off into different directions. The beady-eyed creatures appeared to have a plan, leaving no room for escape or survival. A roar from the demon nearest them seemed to indicate their readiness for their final assault.
In one motion, the agents of darkness rushed forward. The scene was almost majestic. The creatures charged, unified in purpose, acting as one. It really was too bad that they were going to meet their demise at the hands of these creatures, because there was something to be learned from them.
Monson cast his “Daggers of Light” spell one last time and attacked, knowing there were too many gargoyles for them to fight and still hope to survive.
“Don’t you give up, Grey,” called a disembodied voice. “Not yet.”
Monson smiled, still watching the charging creatures. I’m not giving up, he thought. I just don’t know how we’re going to get out of this.
“Monson Grey, don’t ignore me!”
Monson realized that the voice was not from within his consciousness or even from the crazy trio of beings who had taken up residence there. It was coming from above, accompanied by the dull thud of what sounded like wings.
A roar directly overhead caused Monson and the others to look up. A herd of Dragoons with members of H.U.M.A.N.E. astride their backs was hovering above. Among them was none other than….
Monson punched his fist into the air. “Grayson!”
Grayson Garrett, riding a huge white dragon, waved but then immediately set to work. He raised one of his hands, clutching what looked like reins, while he threw his other hand into the air. His arm remained up briefly until he brought it sharply forward towards the oncoming gargoyles. Brilliantly colored flames shot from the mouths of the dragons and swarmed over the gargoyles in a sea of destructive brilliance. The gargoyles were pushed back with flame, tooth and claw as the Dragoons fell upon them. The noises of battle slowly faded away as the fighting moved farther and farther from Monson and the others. Artorius and Casey slackened their grips on their blades and Monson let his magic daggers dwindle and disappear.
The ground shook as the massive white dragon landed with a boom and looked down imperiously at the three teenage boys, causing them to fidget.
Casey leaned in to whisper. “Is it just me or does that thing look like it’s going to eat us?”
Before either Monson or Artorius could answer, Casey was already calling up to the Dragoon. “Excuse me, Mr. Dragoon sir, I think you should know that Arthur over there has by far the most meat on him. I’m bony and Grey might explode at any moment.”
Artorius struck him on the arm. “Uncool, Cassius, totally uncool!”
Casey rubbed at his arm, “Ow…just saying….”
The boys took a few steps back as the huge white dragon lowered its head. Grayson rubbed the back of the beast’s head. “Easy, Legon, easy.”
Monson’s eyes went wider than should have been possible. He whispered to Casey. “Dude, I might be crazy but I think that dragon just rolled its eyes.”
Casey mimicked the eye-rolling movement but stopped himself mid-roll, staring at the massive white beast. “You
He gripped his claymore more tightly. “I think this might be the last stand, boys; don’t see how we’re getting out of this one.”
Casey threw his combat glove on the ground and sprinted to retrieve a second discarded sword. He quickly retreated to Monson and Artorius as they all stood with their backs to each other.
“If they separate us we’re screwed, so keep it tight.”
Artorius and Monson each took a step back to close the circle. Casey dipped his head in approval.
More gargoyles landed and surrounded the boys; five became ten, ten became twenty, twenty became a whole lot more, while off in the distance, the Midday Darkness let loose more and more of its deadly payload. Monson could see the black pods striking the ground, unfolding their newfound wings, and moving off into different directions. The beady-eyed creatures appeared to have a plan, leaving no room for escape or survival. A roar from the demon nearest them seemed to indicate their readiness for their final assault.
In one motion, the agents of darkness rushed forward. The scene was almost majestic. The creatures charged, unified in purpose, acting as one. It really was too bad that they were going to meet their demise at the hands of these creatures, because there was something to be learned from them.
Monson cast his “Daggers of Light” spell one last time and attacked, knowing there were too many gargoyles for them to fight and still hope to survive.
“Don’t you give up, Grey,” called a disembodied voice. “Not yet.”
Monson smiled, still watching the charging creatures. I’m not giving up, he thought. I just don’t know how we’re going to get out of this.
“Monson Grey, don’t ignore me!”
Monson realized that the voice was not from within his consciousness or even from the crazy trio of beings who had taken up residence there. It was coming from above, accompanied by the dull thud of what sounded like wings.
A roar directly overhead caused Monson and the others to look up. A herd of Dragoons with members of H.U.M.A.N.E. astride their backs was hovering above. Among them was none other than….
Monson punched his fist into the air. “Grayson!”
Grayson Garrett, riding a huge white dragon, waved but then immediately set to work. He raised one of his hands, clutching what looked like reins, while he threw his other hand into the air. His arm remained up briefly until he brought it sharply forward towards the oncoming gargoyles. Brilliantly colored flames shot from the mouths of the dragons and swarmed over the gargoyles in a sea of destructive brilliance. The gargoyles were pushed back with flame, tooth and claw as the Dragoons fell upon them. The noises of battle slowly faded away as the fighting moved farther and farther from Monson and the others. Artorius and Casey slackened their grips on their blades and Monson let his magic daggers dwindle and disappear.
The ground shook as the massive white dragon landed with a boom and looked down imperiously at the three teenage boys, causing them to fidget.
Casey leaned in to whisper. “Is it just me or does that thing look like it’s going to eat us?”
Before either Monson or Artorius could answer, Casey was already calling up to the Dragoon. “Excuse me, Mr. Dragoon sir, I think you should know that Arthur over there has by far the most meat on him. I’m bony and Grey might explode at any moment.”
Artorius struck him on the arm. “Uncool, Cassius, totally uncool!”
Casey rubbed at his arm, “Ow…just saying….”
The boys took a few steps back as the huge white dragon lowered its head. Grayson rubbed the back of the beast’s head. “Easy, Legon, easy.”
Monson’s eyes went wider than should have been possible. He whispered to Casey. “Dude, I might be crazy but I think that dragon just rolled its eyes.”
Casey mimicked the eye-rolling movement but stopped himself mid-roll, staring at the massive white beast. “You
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