Creative Assignment: Part VII

Chapter VII: The Battle

“We’ve arrived, Savior.” The Faerie of the Wind said. Her arm lifted, pointer finger outstretched towards the chaos that lay just beyond the mountains that they stood.

“It’s… a massacre… So much worse than I thought.” Tamara replied.

Without turning her head to look at the young warrior, The Faerie of the Wind pointed in another direction. Towards the other Elementals. “Those are your targets.”

Tamara turned her head to see what the Fae had pointed at. A small brown figure with a cloak in the distance, his arms waving left and right, ordering the minion below. Millions of them. The trees that had once been planted stationary were now moving, destroying civilization left and right.

Her gaze tuned in more to see a large body made of flames and thick rock thrashing his mighty weapon through cities. Though without hesitation, Tamara gripped her sword and inhaled deep, focusing her energy on what was to happen next.

“Well, hello Big Sister…” A soft yet seductive voice came from behind them. “I didn’t think you’d show…”
            The Faerie of the Wind reacted with calm. She turned towards the Lady Ice and glared. “What you are doing. It is against the prophecy.”

Tamara turned to see the gorgeous blue-skinned woman and raised her weapon in reaction.

“No.” The Faerie of the Wind put her hand up. “This one is mine, Savior.”

“Oh… Heh-heh… You have a Savior now?” Lady Ice cackled in replied.

Tamara nodded, then turned back towards the other two Elementals, deciding on which one to fight first.

“You’re going to lose you know.” Lady Ice cursed. “Die a horrible… horrible death… Sweet dear little child.”

“Don’t listen to her.” The Faerie of the Wind interrupted. “Her words poison the mind.”
            Ignoring the Lady Ice, Tamara jumped down the side of the cliff, sliding down and rushing towards the Flame Giant.

Scoffing, Lady Ice glared and attempted to blast a ray of ice cones at the Savior, only to be blocked by the energy shield of The Faerie of the Wind as she moved in the way.

“Like I said… You are my fight, Sister. The Savior is not your fight.”