Chapter 2: Fr'ndCoda City
Nyoob came to a halt, his brown hair dripping with sweat. He quickly looked behind him, but couldn't see Slink anywhere. He had finally managed to outrun him.
Slumping to the floor, Nyoob pulled out a water pouch and took a long drink from it. Luckily enough he was in pristine shape, due to his sword fighting practise and desire to become part of the Gorontorian army.
Nyoob chuckled at the thought. There was absolutely no way of being able to make the army now. He sat looking solemnly at the rocks around him. Fr'ndCoda was no more than a 30 minute walk away from here, and he should keep going, in case Slink wasn't far behind. But his legs protested. He had been on his feet all day, he was entitled to this break.
He slowly drew Cor's sword once more, running his hands over the smooth surface. The words were still etched into the blade, as if they had been there for eternity. It's as if the sword was made from by Gods. He wondered if he would have to part with it when he arrived at Fr'ndCoda.
Five minutes passed and he knew he was pushing it now. Nyoob stood up and sheathed the sword, packed his bags and started to jog the rest of the way to Fr'ndCoda. If he kept up the pace he should be there within 15 minutes.
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Jamie burst through the doors of the inn and pelted it down the street, darting in and out of innocent bystanders, holding an entire bad of cash underneath his arm. Weaving in and out of the random stalls and people he managed to navigate his way through the streets of Fr'ndCoda quicker than anyone in the entire city. Jamie knew the streets off the back of his hand, and could get from 'A' to 'B' quicker than the automated carts.
Jamie took a sharp right and darted into an alley, jumping over a dumpster, shielding him from sight. A few of the guards following him turned into the alley, whilst the rest carried on. Jamie knew they had lost him, and were now searching. He waited as two of the guards slowly came down the deserted alley.
They gradually made their way closer and closer to the trash he was hiding behind. Slowly, one of them peered over the pile of bin's, and that's when Jamie pounced. In one swift movement Jamie had managed to jump out from the trash and slid a dagger from the sheath in his boot. He landed behind the guard and stabbed him spine.
The other guard spun around with his sword, swinging wildly in the spot where Jamie was, but he had already moved. In another flurry of gestures Jamie had spun around the other guard and slashed at his neck. Both guards hit the floor at the same time.
Without hesitating, or even breaking a sweat, Jamie reached over behind the trash and picked up his bag. Checking everything was there; he swung it over his shoulder and ran out the alley, swiftly jogging back to base.
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James was pacing around the base headquarters. Jamie should have returned by now. What was taking him so long. He looked around at all the calm faces in the room. People were playing cards, practising magic or sword techniques. How could they all be so composed and tranquil?
"Stop worrying." Metanic said, swinging his head around and looking at James. "He'll be back. He always is, you know that."
"Cor was always meant to be back, but HE wasn't was he?" James spat, still pacing. Metanic shook his head and turned back to his target. He lifted his hands and pointed them at the human piñata. He concentrated on a fire spell and felt his fingertips warming up. With a push, he forced the spell straight down his arms, through his hands and it erupted at his fingertips, flying toward the target and blowing it to pieces.
Metanic smirked to himself. His magic was getting better.
The door opened and James immediately swung round. Jamie walked in, dumping the bag in a box as he did.
"What the hell took you so long?" James demanded, breaking his pacing pattern and striding right over to Jamie.
"I got stopped by the guards, you know what they're like." Jamie said, walking past James and picking up an apple.
"Oh. Well, I'm just glad your okay." James exclaimed, ignoring the 'I-told-you-so' look from Metanic. They sat down at the table where Shivam and Adam were pouring over spell books.
"So did you get it?" Shido asked, walking away from his bow training.
"All of it, I dumped it in the box." Jamie said, pointing to the box. With a loud crunch he took a huge bite out of his apple. "Hey, guess what I overheard in town?"
"What?" James asked, now settled, and picking out some fruit of his own.
"Apparently some kid turned up at the front gate, wearing Gorontorian clothes. He's been taken straight to the dungeons."
"Are you serious?" Metanic asked. "You'd have to be crazy to go to the opposite town right now. Especially two days after they both massacred each other’s army and the leaders went missing."
"That's not even the weird thing." Jamie sat up. "They say he had Cor's sword."
Silence fell among the room. Everyone was looking at Jamie, and he at them. After a long pause, finally he said something.
"What?"
"What do you mean, 'what'?" Adam gasped. "Cor just went missing and someone from the opposite army turns up with his sword? Doesn't that seem even a bit suspicious?"
"Well... yeah. But I doubt he's still alive right?" Piped up Shivam. "If everyone knows, the guards probably got to him first."
Shido sat next to Jamie. "True, but do you think this is all a coincidence?"
"What do you mean?"
"Our mission, James? Isn't it weird that someone just so happens to turn up with Cor's sword when we thought all hope is lost? I think this is a sign."
The conversation was brought to an abrupt end as the doors flung open and another figure walked into the room. He was normal height, with golden hair and in fantastic shape. His brown eyes gleamed with nothing but seriousness as he strode into the room.
Shido stood up to meet him. "Hey, Snow! What's up?"
"A lot." Snow replied his voice serious too. "I think you guys need to come and see this."
To Be Continued...
EDIT: If this chapter raises a lot of questions, then good.
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