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Post by emily13 on Jul 22, 2010 1:06:58 GMT -5
Oh snap O.o Awesome update!
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Post by Amayasama on Jul 22, 2010 15:13:45 GMT -5
Gasp! An update! How exciting! x3 I'm proud of Bowman for taking a shot at Chase! >> That boy needed a good slap. Though I'm nervous for the poor sprite..^^; He has to deal with three giants now and I'm sure if he stays another night he'll be in the tent won't he? XD That's my guess! Oh and congrats for saving this chapter dear
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Post by Neon on Aug 24, 2010 23:26:04 GMT -5
Chapter Twenty Four
Jacob merely blinked in surprise, staring dumbfounded at Bobby. Chase’s jaw remained low in the expression of sheer surprise he wore. All of them paused, no one sure of what to say. Jacob felt Bowman breathing hard and loosened his grip slightly. The little guy’s breath seemed to come more easily after that. He had turned in Jacob’s hands to face Bobby warily.
“Tell me,” Bobby insisted, taking a step closer. “How did you find it?”
“How do you even know what he is?” Chase answered incredulously.
Bobby sighed. “My gramps owns this land, remember? His granddad’s journal ... talks about them. Gramps could never find one, but he tried.”
Jacob felt a bit cynical. “Why are you telling us now?”
Bobby frowned. “It was supposed to be a secret. But you guys know anyway now, so it don’t matter.”
Jacob paused, considering the answer. In the meantime, Chase asked exasperatedly, “Well, what now? Jake says he was just here one moment.” Jacob glanced at him before looking back at Bobby. He felt Bowman trying to break free again. He couldn’t really blame the guy, as tense as the air was.
“Don’t let him get away!” Bobby exclaimed, flinching forward toward Bowman. Jacob drew back slightly in reaction. Bobby shook his head. “I can’t believe it ... I’ve tried to find a sprite for so long and now one happens to wander by ... those are incredible odds.”
“Why did you want to find me?” Bowman spoke up, having paused in his attempts to escape. All eyes turned to him.
Bobby stared for a moment before answering. “Well, to catch you, of course. And bring you back home with me.” He answered matter-of-factly.
Bowman’s little eyes widened and his jaw dropped slightly. “I won’t go!” he snapped in answer.
“Who says you have a choice?” Bobby countered, his face set in a frown.
“Hey, now,” Jacob cut in. “That’s not fair to him,” he insisted, raising an eyebrow at his friend. “And I promised I’d let him go eventually.”
Bobby huffed exasperatedly. “Jeez, Jake, my family has been looking for the sprites for generations. Show some respect for that, will ya?”
“But he’s like a person,” Chase interjected. “You heard—he even talks and thinks and stuff.” Jacob marveled at how quickly Chase changed his opinion after what he’d said earlier. Apparently Bowman attacking him had actually helped him realize his mistake.
Bobby shrugged. “Well, yeah, I can see that.” He shook his head. “Look, we can argue about what happens later ... for now let’s just go on a hike like we planned, eh?”
Jacob wasn’t quite convinced. “I’m going to set him free at some point,” he said determinedly. He felt Bowman turn his gaze up to him hopefully.
Bobby’s frown deepened to more of a glare. “Set him free and I’ll call to have you escorted off the land as trespassers ... and you can walk home.”
“But this is like a hundred miles from home!” Chase protested.
“Then don’t set the sprite free, it’s quite simple.” Bobby answered easily. “You can’t have any idea what this means to my family.”
“Yeah, well what’s it gonna mean to his when he never goes home?” Jacob countered hotly. “What’ll his family do?”
Bobby thought for a moment. “Maybe we can find them, too. If he’s here they might not live to far away. Just forget about it, Jake, it’s not that big a deal.”
Jacob paused, reflecting on what to do. Finally, with a sigh, he answered, “It is that big a deal. I will not ‘just forget it.’ This conversation isn’t over.”
“Of course not, man. This is bugging you, I can tell, so don’t worry, we’ll work it out.” Bobby answered encouragingly. “How about you put him in that trap for now?”
“Spirit scorn you all, you stupid creatures!” Bowman suddenly shouted. Even as Bobby came forward to pick up the empty trap from the ground, Bowman continued, “How would you like some monster coming along and tossing you in a cage, huh? How would you like it?”
As Bobby stood up, he unabashedly answered, “There isn’t anything that can do that. And we’re not monsters, just so you know, we’re human beings and you are just another creature.” He held the open end of the trap towards Jacob, who still felt hesitant. “Go on, Jake,” he goaded.
After a pause, in which Bowman struggled mightily, Jacob gave in and pushed the little sprite into the cage. He let him drop to the floor of the trap and withdrew his hands quickly. Bobby immediately latched the door after that. Jacob looked away, unable to look at Bowman any longer. He could still imagine that accusing glare, though. He’d come so close to making a breakthrough! Even after messing up a couple of times, he thought he might be able to salvage a sense of trust between them.
“You won’t keep me here!” Bowman yelled at the top of his little voice. “You’re going to pay!” Jacob winced to hear the familiar sound of little wings striking the metal cage as Bowman fluttered about again.
“Terrifying,” Bobby answered mockingly. “Settle down,” he added as he knelt to drop the cage to the ground next to the ash-filled fire pit.
“I can’t believe you’re actually doing this,” Jacob said resentfully as the three of them started towards the treeline, Bobby in the lead. He glanced back at Bowman just once, but quickly looked away from the sight of the forlorn figure slumped in the corner of his prison. Suddenly Jacob felt disgusted with himself for being the first to lock him in there.
Chase, who’d been quiet for a while, grinned and spoke up, “Well, hey, how far can we hike around here? You said your grandpa owns most of the land around here?”
Bobby nodded. “Yeah. Technically we’re not on the land he’s set aside for campers. So we should stay within a couple miles, y’know? But it’s so neat out here.”
Their idle conversation tuned out of Jacob’s mind as he thought, following close behind. He didn’t want to believe that Bobby, his friend, was actually going to keep a living person prisoner for something like family pride. He’d always known he was a cocky guy, but this he never expected. Jacob sighed with disappointment. He’d have to adjust his plans.
He was no longer set on having Bowman trust him ... as much as he hated to finally admit it, that was a lost cause. Instead, he had to convince Bobby that what he was doing was wrong. And he couldn’t simply set Bowman free, either ... he’d end up being sent home and possibly never make it through to Bobby. Then, he wouldn’t be around to make sure nothing bad happened to the little guy. And he knew he had to make sure of that, because he knew full well that it was his fault Bowman was in his predicament. If Jacob had just let him go before, Bobby never would have found out about him.
“Hey, so, Bowman was saying—“ Chase’s voice cut into Jacob’s thoughts, only to be interrupted by Bobby.
“What’s his name? Bowman?” he asked. “Interesting.”
“Yeah, yeah, he’s Bowman. And he said he has family somewhere around here. D’you think we’ll find them?” Jacob glanced up to his dark-haired friend, to receive from him a worried and cautionary glance. Thankfully, Chase didn’t seem to agree with Bowman’s treatment either.
Bobby chuckled. “If we have any luck we’ll find a whole village or something.”
~~~~~ Karlis the temporary guard was a nervous fellow. Even before all this high-alert business, he was a timid guy. But when the nobles had asked for extra guards to watch over the village, Karlis had volunteered. He had no idea why. Perhaps his sense of adventure was making a hesitant step towards the light.
He was absolutely terrified to actually see what he was supposed to be looking out for.
About midmorning, as he lazily flitted through the air outside the village, Karlis saw movement far off in the distance. He paused where he was, squinting. A huge creature wandered into view again, and two more were following it ... they all seemed to be on a directionless trek through the woods, far off and thankfully moving farther away. But Karlis knew what these were ... those had to be the humans. He shuddered to think of how close they’d come ... and he’d almost not even seen the beasts!
Karlis wasted no time bolting back through the air and towards the village. The empty air was eerie ... but he couldn’t blame anyone for staying inside. He made a beeline for the tree palace, barely pausing to catch his breath at the door.
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Cerul sat at the edge of a seat in the small conference room where he’d met with Leafwing just two nights ago, his fingers tented and his eyes cast downward. His face was set in a brooding frown as he listened to the energetic guard’s story. The humans had been spotted very near the village.
“Thank you very much, Mr. ...?” Cerul started.
“Karlis, sir, Karlis Everring.” The youngish guard replied.
“Thank you, Mr. Everring. You have done well. You may go.”
When Karlis had left, Cerul turned his head wearily to look at the noble sitting next to him, also brooding. “This situation just keeps worsening, Lord Scar,” he muttered to the stocky sprite.
“Yes ... and I got word from Larxe that his nephew, Bowman, is missing. He’s the boy that first found the humans, yes?” Scar answered.
Cerul winced slightly. “He ... he is, yes. I’m afraid his absence might be my fault as well ... he may have been captured while on a mission I asked him to do.” The guilt hadn’t fully sunk in until that moment. Not even when the news had first come did Cerul feel guilty. He had held onto the hope that Bowman was safe, just biding his time.
Scar remained reflective for a moment. “Don’t blame yourself, now, Lord Cerul. You didn’t force him to go and he had to have known the dangers. We just have to make it a goal to free the boy now.”
Cerul nodded. Then, standing with his usual air of authority and confidence restored, he said, “I have to at least tell Mr. Leafwing. He will want to know the fate of his son.” ~~~~~~~~~~ (c) Neon Hmm. I'm a little nervous as to the response to this chapter. You are NOT supposed to like Bobby! >.<; But what he does is important. Things are starting to get worse for our plucky sprite friend. Maybe the story will actually pick up pace now! TwT Hope you enjoy it.
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Post by Amayasama on Aug 25, 2010 12:57:51 GMT -5
D: Oh no! Bowmannnnn! >> And I was hoping Bobby could bring some light into his freedom >< PSH! XD But I have to say that I am very interested to how the sprites will free Bowman, since they aren't at the camp I would say immediately ^^; However that may result in more captures. I have an idea what will happen so I'm just gunna voice it I saw Bowman's cousin/ sister (I forget already XD;; ) goes to save him! *plays dramatic music*
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Post by Satal on Aug 25, 2010 14:58:13 GMT -5
Aw Jacob and Chase need to grow a set. Walking is not all that bad! Well I hope they come up with a good plan or at least try to help that silly sprite one way or another.
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Post by Neon on Aug 26, 2010 0:46:05 GMT -5
@amaya: The sprites will do their thing soon enough! You'll see. Too bad Rischa (cousin) is a bit too young to be able to help ... she can't fly very well yet. >.< Satal: Hey! Jacob is Greek, y'know, so he has a set. Chase is part Japanese ... so make whatever conclusion you want. Either way, it's not the walk they're worried about, it's putting Bowman back in the cage and keeping him.
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Post by Amayasama on Aug 26, 2010 12:16:17 GMT -5
XD Ohhh that would be a good reason not to help x3 But I thought she was so cute XD <33
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Post by Neon on Sept 10, 2010 0:03:38 GMT -5
She is a cute character! Maybe someday I'll be able to do a side story about her.
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Post by Neon on Nov 8, 2010 13:58:21 GMT -5
((An update in good faith. Please refer to my thread in the General forum for an explanation of my absence.))
Chapter Twenty Five
I watched in silence as the three humans left the clearing with Bobby in the lead. I think I was in shock—I couldn’t believe the turn my situation had taken. How did that yellow-headed, cocky idiot’s family know about us sprites? How did they know about us when we barely knew about them? I slumped into a corner of the cage in my thoughts. In a matter of seconds I was completely alone in the clearing, my prison set next to the bed of ashes. My wings lay unfurled on the ground. I pulled my knees to my chest and leaned my arms on them, then rested my chin on my arms. I had to think.
I didn’t know what Bobby or his family had planned for me. I didn’t even want to consider it, but rather focus on making sure I’d never have to find out. I shuddered, though, as my imagination ran with the possibilities anyway.
“Spirit, help me,” I muttered, closing my eyes and shaking my head.
As I thought, I kept glancing in the direction the humans had gone. I was immensely grateful that they’d at least set out in the opposite direction of the village. I prayed that everyone would stay safe. I couldn’t bear it if another sprite was caught because of my stupid mistakes. The thought of my friends and family in cages drove me to stand abruptly and start pacing.
I paused before the great latched door, the only thing between me and my freedom. With a deep, steeling breath I stepped forward and climbed the door like a ladder, using the bars as rungs, as I had that morning. I made it to where I’d been before, and I was able to examine the latch with light this time. I frowned. It was a bit more complex than I’d thought before. My bandaged hand gave a flaring throb as if to remind me of the trouble. I even managed to find the errant wire that had cut my hand. With a sigh, I pushed back and jumped to the floor of the cage. I flexed my wings—they were sore and bruised from all of the fighting. With a sigh, I folded them, crossed my arms, and resumed pacing. I racked my brain for a way to help myself out of this mess.
Jacob, as much as I hated to admit it, was my only ally of any help at that point. Flawed as he was, meeting Bobby definitely made me like Jacob a bit more. His mistakes seemed a lot easier to handle. At least he’d defended me ... even if he’d given in. I huffed in frustration at that. And he thought I’d trust him someday. After this, I’d never go near another human. If I escaped ...
“No. I will escape!” I scolded myself sternly, still pacing. I fell into silence again, reflecting on the fact that Jacob was actually on my side (ugh ... that idiot ... I depended on that idiot!). I decided that I’d have to convince him to let me go somehow. Bobby was unapproachable on the issue, and Chase didn’t really seem too bright. I’d have to get Jacob’s help.
“He wants me to trust him ... he said ...” I stopped in my tracks, my mind taking up the pace. “Ha!” I said triumphantly. I’d just have to convince Jacob that I trusted him. Then he’d let me go! I had to make him believe me ... even though it was a lie. If I could only get him to believe that much, he’d surely try to help me. I sighed at the thought that that was my only escape plan, but it was better than resigning myself to remaining a prisoner for the rest of my days. Content with my plans, I returned to the corner of the cage and sat down as I had before.
I dozed to sleep after only a few seconds of sitting there. My troubled, sad thoughts kept me from getting any true rest. I couldn’t stop thinking about my home ... my family. They were in danger and I could do nothing about it. I told myself I’d rather forever be a captive than have anyone else I knew join me in that cage for any amount of time.
I was startled to awareness by the sound of the humans returning. I sat up straighter and instinctively pulled my wings closer to my back. I looked up at their faces, glaring cautiously. Bobby looked a bit disappointed. Chase had a faint smile on his face, though his dull-brown-colored eyes looked a bit distant. Jacob looked downcast. He glanced in my direction and, seeing that I was watching he looked away again quickly.
“This is way cool,” Chase commented, breaking their silence as he sat down near the tent. “Wild.”
“It’s wild ‘cause people ain’t supposed to be here most of the time.” Bobby answered. He knelt to the ground and picked up his hat from where Jacob had left it the night before. Brushing it off, he asked, “Oi, what’s this doin’ on the ground?”
With a sigh and a roll of his eyes, Jacob answered, “I, um, used it to catch him.” He had stood near the edge of the clearing, but after speaking he walked to the boulder and sat upon it again. For a moment I was grimly satisfied to see the guilt on his face. But then I was distracted by Bobby’s approach to my prison. He stood in front of it, towering above me and looking down. He tossed his hat so it landed on one of the duffel bags.
I stood up and crossed my arms, turning my most potent of glares on him. I wasn’t about to be intimidated.
Bobby knelt quickly, sitting in front of the cage and leaning forward to look in at me. I was proud that I didn’t flinch as the small gust of air he created brushed past me. “What’s that look for? It’s your own fault for getting caught.” He berated me. “Good job, Jake, by the way.”
“Huh? Er, yeah, whatever,” Jacob answered in a mumble.
I couldn’t help but to come up with a retort. “You wingless tower of brainlessness, you think you’ve won?” I snapped at him.
Bobby smirked. “Yeah, kinda.”
I almost answered that but instead looked as Chase shuffled closer to sit near Bobby on the other side of the cage. I looked between the two humans cautiously. Chase spoke after getting himself settled. “So, like, your granddad already knows about these guys, right?”
Bobby nodded, ignoring me now. “Yep ... his granddad met some before, I think! My dad used to try to find them a bunch, too. Won’t he be proud!”
Chase chuckled. He looked back at me. “Yeah. Bowman here is way cool. Hah, when I first met him, I said he looked like a demonic fairy or something, and he flipped, it was pretty funny.”
Bobby laughed, too, and I flinched at the noise. “Really, huh? Why is that Bowman?” he smirked at me.
“Because fairies are some of the dumbest creatures alive,” I answered without missing a beat, “second to humans, naturally.”
Chase laughed and Bobby chuckled. He reached out and took the handle of the cage above me, and I watched his hand carefully. He lifted the cage and I stumbled, my right leg falling through the bars as I was caught off guard. I sat there awkwardly with my leg up to my knee through the floor, as Bobby brought the cage to a halt before his face. “You are a clever little critter, aren’t ya?” he asked. “Luckily not enough to make an escape while we’re gone, though, huh?”
“Oh, I tried,” I assured him as I took advantage of the pause to start pulling myself back through the bars. I flinched when Bobby’s other hand came up from underneath and pinched my leg in his first finger and thumb. He brought his face closer to the cage and squinted at me. I kept a steady glare as I returned his gaze.
“Oi, what’s up with his hand?” Bobby asked. I looked at my still-bandaged hand quickly, knowing what he referred to.
“Beats me,” Chase replied.
Jacob spoke up from his seat, drawing all eyes to himself. “Well, I, ah, had kept him in the cage overnight ... he tried to escape and cut his hand so I treated it and gave him a bandage.” He explained.
Bobby looked back at me with a grin. “Well, at least we now I know you can’t escape the trap. Awesome.” He let go of my leg and I, breathing a sigh of relief, pulled it back into the cage before risking having it broken. It was just in time as, apparently bored of mocking me (that brat!), Bobby put the cage on the ground where it was before.
Bobby stood again, and I followed his face with a glare. He turned away with a smirk and took the few steps to the large green bags. As I watched, he opened one and began to rummage through it. At length, he pulled an object from the bag and closed it again. My curiosity piqued, I stood and crept to the wall of the cage to peer through the bars for a closer look.
Bobby sat and leaned against one of the bags and held the object in front of him. It was a bit smaller than me, but flat and a bit squarish. It was made of a very odd, black colored substance that I didn’t recognize. Bobby’s hand blocked most of my view of the thing, but I did see, in the top corner of the back (which faced me), a circle ringed in silver with a shiny black center, like an eye.
As I watched, fixated, I hardly noticed Chase leaving his place to walk away to somewhere else. Bobby held the object flat in his hand and used his thumb to put pressure on the front. I blinked to hear the thing make a muted, squeak-like noise with each press (I had thought it might be some sort of creature, but that sound was so cold and dead that I had doubts). My confusion continued to rise, and it peaked when suddenly Bobby put the object next to the side of his head. Then, I could see a square of light on the front, as well as a few rows of even bumps.
I was about to ask him what in the Ashland he was doing when he started to talk (yes, talk) to the thing. “Hey, gramps. It’s Bobby,” he addressed it, and I thought it seemed to make a mumble of a reply, which of course Bobby understood. “I know, gramps. I got that. But I gotta tell you something.” I couldn’t really wrap my mind around this at that point; it seemed that this object was the “gramps” he referred to so much ... but how? “No, gramps,” Bobby insisted. “No ... I found a sprite! We caught one!” He went quiet again for a longer moment as the object mumbled away. Then, “It’s right in front of me in one of our rabbit traps. I’m going to send you a picture, okay? I’ll ... Gramps! No, it’s not just a damn butterfly! I’ll send a picture! Just a minute, jeez!” With that, he removed the thing from the side of his head and pressed something for a louder beeping noise.
Bobby leaned forward, the object still in hand, until he was a bit closer to me, the eye of the thing watching me. “What in the world is that thing?” I asked him.
Bobby focused on it for a moment, pressing at the front with his thumb again. Then, he replied simply, “It’s a Blackberry, I’m gonna take your picture. Think you could spread those wings for me?”
I laughed darkly at him. “You idiot, that is not a blackberry, whatever it is. And you don’t even have anything to inscribe a picture.”
Bobby chuckled. “Human technology will amaze you again and again, little guy. Now spread your wings and I’ll show you what this Blackberry can do.”
I didn’t really want to comply, but I was very very curious about the object. And I knew that at least there was a barrier between him and me. Cautiously, I unfurled my wings partway. I steadily watched the eye of Bobby’s weird technology, ready to jump back again if it did anything. Bobby smirked, then pressed the object again. It reacted with a clicking shuffle and a brief, bright light. I gasped and flinched back.
Bobby laughed. “Good job. Now I can send this to gramps so he’ll believe me.” He began rapidly working the little machine again.
I glanced behind me to see Jacob and Chase conversing quietly next to the tent, ignoring Bobby and myself. Looking back at Bobby I asked, “What is that thing, really? What does it do?”
Bobby moved to sit closer to the cage again. “This is a ‘phone.’ We use it to talk to people very far away. I can also send text—er, letters with these buttons,” he explained, showing me the rows of lettered buttons on the thing. “And it can take instant pictures, too.” He added, pressing a few buttons which cause the flat light square to change.
“That can’t ...” I muttered as I watched. I was silenced when my very own likeness appeared. It was exactly as I’d stood before!
“Impressive, huh?” Bobby asked. I looked up blankly, though my thoughts churned. Suddenly I thought I might have a harder time outsmarting these menaces.
~~~~~~~~~~ (c) Neon Blackberry (c) Verizon
I don't like this chapter much. The culture shock was really hard to write. Whatever. Enjoy.
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Post by MoonStarNinja4 on Nov 8, 2010 15:57:36 GMT -5
Dun, dun, dun... Oh boy, what's going to happen next? @_@
Great update!
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Post by Amayasama on Nov 8, 2010 17:49:26 GMT -5
D: Aw Bowman now there is proof! >> Hm...maybe it can get wet and short circuit >D HAHA! *throws a bucket of water*
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Post by Neon on Jul 2, 2011 13:52:11 GMT -5
(I'm BACK, baby!) Chapter 26Jacob felt the guilt rising, and he knew he deserved every ounce of it. He watched in silence as Bobby sat before Bowman’s cage, teasing the poor sprite. Jacob scowled when Chase joined in for a moment. He looked away in disgust. He wished he could confront them about the issue. But Jacob knew he was no help to Bowman if Bobby sent him away. “Oi, what’s up with his hand?” Bobby suddenly asked. Jacob looked back, and was shocked to see that Bowman’s leg was stuck between the bars of the cage in Bobby’s grip. He was caught speechless for a moment. Then, he had to own up to the question. “Well, I, ah, had kept him in the cage overnight ... he tried to escape and cut his hand so I treated it and gave him a bandage.” Jacob felt, with each word of his explanation, the blame settling more comfortably in his chest. He avoided Bowman’s angry green eyes. Jacob glumly leaned his elbow on his knee, resting his chin on his palm. In the corner of his eye, he saw as his friends left the cage, and Bowman, alone. Bobby began to search for something in the bags, but Chase approached Jacob, looking concerned. Jacob stood and they met right next to the tent. “What should we do?” Chase whispered uncertainly. Jacob crossed his arms broodily and thought for a moment. “I dunno. But it’s not right.” He glanced over to see that Bobby had retrieved his cell phone. He looked back at Chase and continued, “We need to make sure Bowman doesn’t get hurt and eventually goes free, y’know?” Chase nodded. “He’s a cool little dude, I can sorta see why Bobby wants to keep him,” he shook his head at Jacob’s glare. “But I know he’s better off in the wild.” Bobby had called his grandfather, and his distraction prompted Jacob to add, “We need to make sure Bobby realizes, too. Otherwise he’ll just keep the cycle going.” Chase’s eyes widened after a second as he understood, and he nodded vigorously. “I don’t think the sprites would stand much of a chance if he got really determined.” “Right. What if he found the little village or whatever! They’d all probably get really scared,” Chase added. “Or hurt,” Jacob finished. “We don’t even know why exactly he wants to find them.” “Wait, what’s he doing?” Chase interrupted in a whisper. The two of them glanced over in time to see Bowman jump back as Bobby’s camera phone flashed at him. Jacob looked back at Chase, while Bobby started explaining cell phones to Bowman. “This is bad. If that picture gets out, who knows how many people will come here?” Chase shook his head. “This is all bad, man. I feel sorry for the little dude. We’ll help him, somehow.” He said with conviction. Jacob nodded and turned to sit back down on the boulder. Chase sighed and knelt to pick up one of the notebooks on the ground, adding some scratchy words with a worn out pencil. Bobby dialed his phone again, standing to pace in front of the duffel bags. Jacob watched him in his peripheral vision. He saw that Bowman had returned to a corner of the cage to sit down. When Bobby spoke, Jacob’s gaze flicked back up to his face. “Hey, gramps,” he said. “I sent an email. You get it?” He paused. “Alright, then get on your computer, quick.” Jacob watched as Bobby rolled his eyes. After a long pause, Bobby spoke again. “Okay, look for my email, then, since you’re logged in. I just sent it.” Jacob started when he heard a significantly louder mumble on the other end of the phone, an excited voice. Bobby hushed him with a grin and said, “I know! One of my friends caught it. I’ll keep him secure ‘til the trip’s up ... wait, what?” Another pause. “No, gramps, don’t. There’s no need to call them. Well, we’re up past the Northwest Spike, but—wait!” Bobby held the phone out in front of him, staring incredulously at it. Apparently his grandfather had hung up on him. “What’s wrong?” Jacob asked warily. Bobby looked less than happy at what his grandfather had said, and that didn’t bode well at all. Bobby looked at Jacob with raised eyebrows, as if he’d forgotten temporarily that he sat there. As he turned to stow his phone in the duffel bag again, Bobby began to explain. “Well, my gramps knows some hunter kinda guys. He told them about sprites,” he glanced down at Bowman as he mentioned him, and Jacob noticed that Bowman listened subtly. “My dad didn’t really want him to tell, but he did, ‘cause he reckons they’d be able to help track once we had a lead, y’know?” “And he’s going to send these guys up here to find us?” Jacob finished steadily. Bobby nodded. “That’s what he said. I don’t think we need them, but whatever. They’ll probably be here sometime in the next couple days.” He sighed. “I just wish gramps’d let me handle it.” Jacob thought that he agreed. He worried that the sprites stood even less of a chance against experienced trackers. Apparently Bowman also agreed, for a sharp voice spoke out. “This is all your fault!” Both Bobby and Jacob looked down in surprise, to see that the sprite had stood and now faced Jacob. He had gone right up to the wall of his cage and pointed an accusing finger at Jacob through the bars. “If you had let me go before, this yellow-headed idiot never would have found out, and those hunters wouldn’t be coming. Now everyone I know is in danger!” Jacob could barely hear him from that distance, but all the same the words hit home. Bobby scoffed. “You still think it’s his fault?” he asked. “You’re the one who got caught.” He used the toe of his shoe to nudge the cage, and Bowman had to grab the bars to keep his balance. “You put them in danger, you little jackass.” Chase spoke up suddenly from where he sat on the ground near the tent. “Woah, now, dude. No need to go attacking the little guy.” Jacob nodded in agreement. “I don’t care how frustrated you are with your granddad ... you can’t take it out on him.” He insisted. “Especially with what you’re doing to him,” he added grudgingly. Bobby narrowed his eyes. “Whatever. You guys don’t get it at all. I’ve made the biggest discovery in my family since my great-great grandfather’s. I can’t just let him go now!” “I don’t care about your logic about it, it’s still wrong,” Jacob asserted, standing. “If you’re going to lock him up, at least treat him with some dignity, will you?” “He’s a person,” Chase added. Bobby crossed his arms, glancing between his two friends. Finally, rolling his blue eyes, he replied, “Forget this. I think I’m going to go for another walk.” He turned and stepped out of the clearing, scooping up his cowboy hat as he passed where it had been placed on one of the duffels. Jacob watched him go, and surprised himself when he found that he was glaring. “Dude is way stubborn,” Chase commented. “Yeah,” Jacob sighed quietly. Then, he walked away from the boulder and sat himself heavily in front of Bowman in the cage. He stared intently down at the little sprite, frowning slightly. Bowman slowly made his way over to that side of the cage and leaned on the bars, linking his arms through them to look darkly up at Jacob. “Let me guess, you’re sorry,” Bowman spat. Jacob scoffed. “Yes, I am, but clearly saying it is worthless at this point.” “Then why don’t you just let me go now? Your friend isn’t here to stop you.” Bowman looked slightly hopeful at that suggestion, without even a glare in his eyes. Jacob shook his head slowly. “If I do that, Chase and I will get sent home. Then who’s to keep those hunters distracted enough?” he answered. Bowman frowned, but remained silent for a few seconds. Finally, he grudgingly admitted, “I guess you’re right.” It was almost too quiet to catch the words. Jacob nodded. “And I’m going to try to change Bobby’s attitude on the matter, too. Then maybe his family’ll leave you sprites alone for good.” Bowman looked intently up at Jacob for a moment. Finally, as if forcing the words, he said, “Alright. I ... I trust you.” ~~~~~ Gunn couldn’t quite believe what he saw. After nearly eight years of meditative isolation, he’d come out of seclusion, and for this. The crisis at hand back in the village seemed like nothing compared to what he had to see right now. Standing on a high tree branch a few feet back from the clearing, he watched over the proceedings. Two of the humans argued, with the occasional interjection from the third. Then, the strange yellow-headed one left. When the brown-haired human approached Bowman, Gunn almost jumped forward to dive at the giant. A hand on his shoulder stopped him. “Gunner, you can’t be hasty,” Lord Scar warned him. “You know it’d do Bowman no good to get caught yourself.” The human and Bowman were talking. Gunn tore his gaze away for a moment to look at Scar. “I’ve never done right by that boy. And now, there he is, trapped like an animal in that blasted cage,” he muttered gravely. “I couldn’t forgive myself if something happened. I’d have to go into exile,” he finished. Scar nodded. “That’s why we won’t let anything happen, hmm? When nightfall comes, I will bring several of my guards here and we can begin a mission to free him.” Gunn nodded. Then, turning back to watch over Bowman again, he replied, “I think I’ll stay here until then.” Scar didn’t argue with him. “Fine, I understand. But if I find out you tried to approach them, I’m going to place you under arrest. Is that clear, Gunner Leafwing?” Scar warned. Gunn nodded as he intently watched over his son. “Clear as day, my Lord.” ~~~~~~~~~~~ (c) Neon It's good to be writing in this story again. I have it planned out to the end and everything, so expect more updates soon. Also, I've decided that there will be a sequel ... Enjoy!
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Post by howlingwolf on Jul 4, 2011 22:44:02 GMT -5
Oh My Gosh! I am SO excited that you started writing this again! This is seriously one of my favorite stories! I eagerly await the following updates :3
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Post by MoonStarNinja4 on Jul 5, 2011 7:17:35 GMT -5
Oh My Gosh! I am SO excited that you started writing this again! This is seriously one of my favorite stories! I eagerly await the following updates :3 Same here!! ;D ;D ;D ;D
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Post by kimgreenday on Jul 5, 2011 20:20:16 GMT -5
EEEE!! I'm eagerly awaiting the next chapter! X3
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Post by Amayasama on Jul 13, 2011 21:18:14 GMT -5
It took me so long to get caught up but I did it! D: And now I read about Bowman's daddy?! NOES! Set your son free! ....>> Although I shall make another one of my predictions, daddy's gunna get caught by Jacob or Chase and end up awkwardly meeting his son again...but he won't tell Bowman he's his father >D Yes I'm going with that~
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Post by Neon on Aug 5, 2011 1:20:48 GMT -5
Chapter Twenty-SevenJacob looked thoughtful for a few seconds. Finally, he replied, “You trust me?” I surprised myself when I easily answered with, “Yes. At least, more than I trust Bobby.” Perhaps fooling Jacob would be easier than I had originally thought. But I did have to come up with a plan ... his logic made sound sense. With the hunters on the way, it didn’t matter much if Jacob let me go now. They’d probably still be able to follow me home somehow. Jacob nodded slowly. “Well ... I’m sorry that this is what it took to get you to trust me.” He finally intoned solemnly. “Yeah, yeah, whatever,” I answered with a roll of my eyes. “Still your fault, though.” I shook my head when he opened his mouth to say something. I knew it would be another attempt to apologize, and I wasn’t prepared for that at that point. Jacob stayed silent for a moment or two, looking like he was searching his mind for something more to say. When he remembered, he asked, “Oh, um, are you hungry, Bowman? Do you want something to eat?” I blinked in surprise that he’d remember something like that. “Ah, uhm, no, no thanks. I can take care of myself.” I stuttered in answer. I didn’t really want to gamble on them having suitable food. Jacob tilted his head. “How?” he asked, and I could tell that his curiosity was honest. I considered refusing to answer. I owed him nothing, after all. Finally, I compromised by beckoning him to lean in closer. When he complied, I said in a quieter tone, “Don’t tell the others, but I can photosynthesize.” I paused. “That means—“ “I know what it is, thanks,” Jacob interrupted. “But that’s cool. I’ll keep it a secret, I guess.” He sat up straight again. I nodded in gratitude. Perhaps it was mere stubbornness that made me want the others kept out of the loop. I couldn’t say for sure. “Anyway,” Jacob began. “I’m kinda hungry myself.” He scooted back and stood up. “You want anything?” his question directed at Chase, who looked up and shrugged. I remained where I stood while he stood there, swaying slightly from seeing his height. “Just toss me a granola bar or something, dude.” Chase answered dismissively. He seemed to be a bit put off, perhaps because of the argument. Personally, I was glad Bobby had quit bothering me, but every moment he was out of my sight worried me. I doubted that he’d find the village on his own, but I still had that nagging worry. I ignored Jacob then, after he turned away, and unlinked my arms from the bars of my prison. With a sigh, I sat down at the relative center, slowly unfurling my wings. They still looked healthy; I didn’t truly need to get any sun right then. But I knew that I was at risk every moment of being left unable to bask for a long period of time. I spread my wings over the floor around me, exposing as much of them as I could to the midday sun. Already I felt the chlorophyll in action, still well-conditioned from the last time. As I began to lapse out of awareness, I slowly closed my eyes. The clearing disappeared, as did the two humans. The cage disappeared, the tent disappeared. It felt as though they had never been there. I wished it could be true. As I sat there, reality faded for the familiar trance-like state. Most of the time, the dreams we have in our sun-basking comas are pleasant and relaxing. This would be the first time I ever experienced a nightmare in the sun. I stood in the clearing, as I’d imagined before losing consciousness. But, despite the lack of a cage, and any evidence of human presence, something felt wrong. I was rooted to where I stood in the sparse grass, trying to figure out what exactly felt strange. I looked around, and jumped at what I saw, whirling around to face it.
A menacing human with no definable face crouched behind me, looking like a wolf on the prowl. I snapped my wings open and tried to scramble backwards, but the human reached out swiftly, and grabbed hold of my right wing, pinning it to the ground. I cried out with pain as it was crushed.
I struggled to pull away, but the human closed my effectively useless wing in his fist and jerked me off of the ground. I hung helplessly by my shoulder, unable to fight him off. My heart beat heavily in despair.
I heard a breeze sigh by. Then, the human raised me slightly, and I knew what was coming next. With incredible speed, I found myself rushing to the ground, pushed by the human’s hand. I collided with the earth and the giant hand followed, crushing me beneath it ... I was slowly coming back to awareness, but I wished I could wake up faster. I heard a rising and falling buzz as I slowly awoke. I opened me eyes heavily, to see that I remained exactly as I had sat before. I turned where I sat to look behind me. The sun had progressed about four hours again. At this rate, I wouldn’t be surprised if my skin went ahead and turned green to match my vibrantly-colored wings. The three humans sat cross-legged in a half circle pattern, at the opposite side of the pile of ashes that was their fireplace. From the looks of things, they were talking rather happily together (I didn’t mind that they were ignoring me, really). Even Jacob looked at ease. Even their argument couldn’t erase the fact that these humans were good friends. “Now that you mention that, I can’t believe you still have a girlfriend, Chase. How can she stand you?” Jacob asked, a laugh in his voice and in his expression. “Ah, go to hell, it beats being single.” Chase retorted. “Right, Bobby?” Bobby chuckled. “Sure, sure, but damn if it ain’t annoying sometimes. Know what she said when I told her about this trip?” “What?” Chase asked, though I heard a bit of sarcasm in his voice, playing up his mock interest. Bobby replied, but he made his voice high-pitched and whiny, “’Bobby! I can’t believe you wanna go to some dumb campground with your dumb friends! I thought we might hang out next weeeeeeek!’” His imitation of the girl he apparently courted made me roll my eyes. Jacob chuckled. “Ouch. Tell Miranda ‘I love you, too,’ from me, would you?” he answered wryly. Chase snickered. Bobby started to answer, but glanced my way for one second long enough. He turned his head to look fully at me. “Well, looks who’s awake.” he commented. Both Chase and Jacob turned their gazes to me, and their smiles faded somewhat. I was tempted to make a snarky comment to them about it, but refrained in a rare show of humility. Bobby reached out and took the cage by the handle, lifting it towards himself. I turned where I sat, folding my wings as I did. I glanced down through the bars at the ashes of the fire pit as they whizzed by beneath me. The sight made me nauseous. Then, I looked up as the cage stopped, suspended in the air between the three humans. I glanced briefly at Chase and Jacob each and then looked at Bobby; he was definitely the real threat. “How are you, Bowman?” Bobby asked passively. “Besides the fact that I’m in captivity? Oh, fine, just sunny.” I snapped. “Hmm. Sarcasm. So you can grasp the concept after all. Good for you,” Bobby countered. I rolled my eyes and shifted so I sat with my legs stretched out in front of me, and leaned back on my hands. “So what do you want?” I asked darkly. I was, of course, assuming he had something to say, or he mightn’t have bothered to deviate from his conversation. Then again, he could have been teasing, as I realized after suspending in the air for a moment. “What were you doing?” he asked abruptly. I blinked at him dully. “That’s it? I was sleeping, obviously.” I almost surprised myself with how easy that answer was. I was getting better at not giving myself away, it seemed. “Sitting up?” Bobby asked critically. Before I could fluster myself searching for a response to that, Chase cut in. “Dude, just leave him alone. You’ve never heard of people sleeping sitting up? You don’t gotta pick on the little guy every second.” I let a light smirk come to my features as I glanced back at him. Bobby looked surprised that Chase would say all of that. He glanced at me, then shrugged nonchalantly. “Well, fine, then, I’ll let it be. Seemed to be a pretty intense sleep, is all.” He commented. I was surprised enough that he was giving up that I almost fell over when the cage returned to the ground abruptly, where it had been before. After the humans returned to ignoring me, their conversation changed back into the happy state it had been in before. I listened in and out, though mostly I sat brooding in one corner of my prison. I felt oddly sluggish, even though I’d just gotten a huge supply of sun energy. Perhaps it was because that energy was going unused. My wings twitched as if in affirmation. At one point, Bobby started a fire in the ashpile right next to me, much to my surprise. I dived to the other side of my cage, pressing myself against the wall, as the fire crept to life, a wave of heat, smoke, and ashes washing over me. Bobby didn’t even seem to care, though thankfully Jacob reached out and pushed the cage away by several inches. I sent him a look of surprise, which changed briefly to gratitude. After they’d finished their meal (procured right out of a sealed metal container), the humans lazed about even more, the fire blazing and the sun setting. I constantly had my eyes on the fire before me, sweat perpetually beading on my brow from the heat. Chase was the first to retire to the tent. Shortly after, the others looked ready to go to bed as well. I waited for someone to put out the embers. But, no one did. Bobby closed the tent behind him and the humans fell silent. “Hey! Get back out here and put out your blasted fire, idiots! Hey!” I cried out angrily. They didn’t seem to hear me. I closed my eyes and shook my head. The image of the fire was stuck in my vision, etching color in the dark. I was far too uncomfortable from the heat and smell of the still-hot ashes to be able to sleep. I wondered with a gulp what it would have been like if Jacob had covered the cage with the cloth again. That was the one and only reason to be glad I wasn’t a secret anymore. I jolted from my attempt to sleep when I heard a voice. Not just any voice, not a human voice, but a very faint one, out in the woods. I shot to my feet, gripping the bars of my prison and peering out into the humid night. I couldn’t help grinning with relief at what I saw. ~~~~~~~~~~ (c) Neon Yay more updating! I am a little behind, oops. :x I'll try to update more often, goodness knows I'll have the time in the next couple weeks. Banter, banter, banter. The most important part of this one is the dream. It is NOT prophetic, before anyone asks, but it just illustrates worries and such. ^^; Also, cliffhanger~ Mweeheehee
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Post by howlingwolf on Aug 5, 2011 2:10:43 GMT -5
GASP! Could it be Bowman's Dad?! O: So excited for more; I just love this story!!!
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Post by Amayasama on Aug 5, 2011 12:50:59 GMT -5
XD I almost expected Jacob to have taken our boyo here into the tent with him! x3 As for the voice....JKSNVJSNLJSDGJN OMG CLIFFHANGER CURSE YOU
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Post by Neon on Jan 23, 2012 2:18:08 GMT -5
(I have neglected this board a bit so here's two chapters. Sorry. I'll try to remember to post here too.)
Chapter Twenty-Eight "Lord Scar!" I whispered as the muscular noble reached my prison, a frown on his face. I saw that he was flanked by seven other sprites, probably all from the guard. Three of them, including Scar, had armed themselves with narrow swords latched at their hips. I recognized one from my usual patrol route. "Thank the Spirit you've come," I said breathlessly.
"Bowman," Scar greeted, reaching out to lightly touch my hand on the bar of the cage. "I'm so sorry this happened to you," he lamented.
"It was my fault," I admitted hurriedly. "But there's a problem, see, the humans—"
"Of course there's a problem," interrupted one of the sprites behind Scar. He stepped forward and I flinched back in sheer surprise to see him. My hands dropped to my sides, even as he clenched the bars of the cage from the outside. "My son, have they hurt you?"
At first, I couldn't really say anything. I just stared. "N-no, father, they didn't ..." I stammered, feeling very strange to see my father after eight years of zero contact with him.
"What's that bandaging on your hand?" Scar asked, stepping forward and staring at my hand with great interest.
I held it up for them all to see it better. "I cut my hand open trying to break out of here. One of the humans ... he helped me treat the wound and gave me the bandage."
Scar narrowed his eyes and thought for a moment. "So they aren't completely barbaric, it would seem ..." he mused. I shrugged lamely in reply. My father looked past me, glaring steadily at the tent. I could tell that he disagreed.
"They are just as cunning as the elder said," I finally told them. "And what's worse—one of them already knew about sprites ... his family knows somehow. He plans to ... to capture as many of us as he can!" I finished frantically, turning my head away in shame. It was all my fault!
Scar seemed surprised, but he kept his cool. The same could not be said for the other sprites; many of them flinched back in alarm at this news, and a few of them began to fidget nervously, looking around the clearing. After mulling the information over, Scar finally replied, "Alright. The only option is to get you out of here, so that they have no leads. If we need to, we will evacuate the entire village."
"Agreed!" my father quickly affirmed.
"Lord Scar, sir, they've called in more humans ... these are experienced trackers, they say. We must make sure they have no way of getting on our trail." I added, following the eight sprites as they made their way to the door of my cage. "The human who helped me, he sympathizes and says he will try to help distract them, but I don't know what good that will do."
"Pah! Don't rely on him too much, Bowman. He could have unlocked your cage and he didn't." my father scoffed. I frowned slightly, but didn't argue. There was too much of a rift between us for me to be able to get through to him how crucial Jacob's help was at this point. I marveled that he was even there at all.
"Now, how do we go about opening this contraption?" Scar asked the air when we all arrived at the huge gate. He and the six guard sprites stared silently at the springs and latches for a time, trying to work them out.
"Bowman ... come here ..." My father whispered, standing close to the bars. I hesitated, but approached after a moment. I looked into a face that looked a lot like mine but older. I didn't know what to feel, or what to say to him. This man and I had parted ways many years ago.
"... Yes, father." I intoned softly, answering his call.
He reached through the grid of metal to place his hand softly on my shoulder. He felt strong and yet weak at the same time. "I'm sorry, Bowman. I have never been a very good father to you," he said weakly. "I just didn't know how to take care of you ... your mother would have known ... how to raise you so you'd be happy ..." He trailed off, his face furrowed in a sorrowful frown.
I blinked slowly. "Do you want me to be angry with you or something?" I finally asked. He raised his eyebrows at me in surprise. "I know why you had to send me away. And I think ... I think it was very brave of you to admit that you weren't strong enough. It's okay. You did what you thought was best, and that's what you were supposed to do, right?"
Scar interrupted the conversation when he began issuing orders. "Alright, we have to get this door open ... it doesn't look like it'll be easy. It's made of metal, but I think we can handle it." My father stepped back and joined the other sprites in observing the wires and springs.
"Be careful, some of the wires are sharp," I advised them, holding up my injured hand for emphasis. "Those springs are tough, too ... but I think if more than one person worked on them at a time, they might come undone."
Scar nodded, and a few of the sprites mumbled in affirmation. "The boy's right. Now, let's get to work." With a few simple hand gestures, Scar divided the group into smaller units to work on different parts of the wiring. The three with swords kept watch and oversaw the others' progress. "Try to find a weak point where we can concentrate."
I tried my best to help them, but could do little from inside the cage. I paced back and forth, my neck craned upwards as I watched the sprites pulling the wires every which direction. Unfortunately, they didn't seem to be making much leeway.
"Lord Scar, sir!" one of the guards called out excitedly. "I think I've found something." I moved to stand beneath where he indicated. There was a meeting between two wires, involving a hook, some springs, and other twists of metal. I felt skeptical, but as the others gathered around I saw what he meant. If they all stressed this point enough, the spring looked like it could come loose and undo all of the other wires.
My father grinned, glancing through the bars at me, and I couldn't help returning a relieved smile. My escape seemed inevitable, if only they could break this single weak point! My wings twitched excitedly at the thought of taking to the sky again.
The six guard sprites and my father took hold of the wiring, carefully testing their grip on it in turn. Then, under Lord Scar's direction, began to tug it straight upwards. Their wings unfurled and tensed with the strain, some of them even attempting to flap their wings for leverage. They managed to pull the wiring a full inch away from the top of the cage; I watched the spring as strain on it increased and increased.
Then, one of the guard sprites slipped. He lost his grip on the wiring, and his own force knocked him backwards. The sudden change in force confused the others, and they all lost their grips and were thrown back as well. The wiring snapped back into place with a loud twang that rang in our ears; I could feel it vibrating all through my prison.
"Is everyone alright?" Scar asked, alarmed. The guard sprites had all been thrown to the ground by their own force, and were sitting up slowly, dazed. My father jumped to his feet and nodded. "Good," the noble barked. "We should try again and—"
A sudden, frantic rustling made us all freeze where we were. My eyes widened as I looked to the tent. "No," I muttered to myself as the rustling continued. "Someone's awake!" I added more loudly.
"What?" Lord Scar growled, surprised.
"We woke one of them ..." I repeated, rushing to the side of the cage and gripping the bars. "You all have to get out of here ... please!"
"No! I'm not going to leave you behind!" my father shook his head and took a few steps toward the cage. The other sprites had all jumped to their feet now and looked to Scar for orders. I could tell that they were nervous.
I could hear the metallic ripping noise as whichever human it was started to open the door of the tent. Scar watched for a moment, then looked back at me, then at the other sprites. He was caught at a standstill of what to do.
"Don't let someone else get caught on my behalf!" I shouted frantically, my knuckles white as I gripped the bars, watching and waiting for the human to emerge. It was a matter of seconds.
Scar nodded and unfurled his wings. "Guard, fall back! Gunner Leafwing, you too!" The others needed little more. They all spared me a glance before unfurling their own wings and leaping upwards. My father closed his eyes for a moment, stepped back, and followed them into the air.
Finally, Bobby tumbled out of the tent and stood to his menacing height of nearly six feet, staring wide-eyed at the scene before him. Scar led the other sprites at an upward angle towards the edge of the clearing. None of them could resist crying out in alarm at the sight of the gigantic human. Bobby also gave a yelp of surprise, and darted forward, his hands outstretched.
Time seemed to slow down. I watched with a thudding heart as Bobby took the few steps to close the distance between the tent and my cage, and the group of sprites. His footsteps shook the ground beneath me, but I was too preoccupied with his hands. One of the guard sprites turned his head to look behind him in flight, and faltered fearfully, losing a few inches of altitude. My face became a mask of horror as, by some malicious stroke of luck, Bobby managed to lunge forward and close his hands on the poor sprite.
The sprite, whose name I didn't know, gave a squawk as his wings were forced to his sides by the human's trap. Only his head and one arm remained free of Bobby's tight grip as the human youth pulled his quarry back close to him. I froze where I stood, helpless as I watched the human grin triumphantly. I glanced to the tree cover, where I saw most of the other sprites hovering in the air and watching. Some had already fled.
Bobby looked away from the frantically struggling sprite in his hands to look down at me with a raised eyebrow. "Friend of yours, Bowman?" he asked mockingly. I just glared back up at him. On the inside, I burned with guilt for the fate of the other sprite; his captivity was my fault.
My gaze was drawn from Bobby's face as a sudden motion rapidly entered the clearing. Someone had flown back into the clearing, his wings a blur. I raised my eyebrows to see that it was Lord Scar, with a vicious look on his face. Bobby had only begun to turn his head when Scar reached him. I grinned suddenly, realizing that the noble had unsheathed his sword already.
Bobby yelled out in pain as Scar darted past his wrists, cutting at them with his sword. The pain was enough to make him draw his hands back and release the other sprite. I watched with relief as he wasted no time in darting through the air and out of the clearing, while Lord Scar hovered behind, still brandishing his weapon. He flew just out of Bobby's reach, looking down on him.
Bobby clutched his wrist and stared up in surprise at the noble sprite. Scar pointed his sword at the human. "Do not think you can get away with your actions, human!" he declared loudly and triumphantly, before turning in the air and leaving the clearing. I watched him go, awestruck at his bravery, and glad for the other sprite's escape.
~~~~~~~~ (c) Neon
Chapter 28!
I really like how this chapter is built. I'm proud of it.
Some closure for Bowman's silly father. I hope I conveyed the awkwardness right--they haven't spoken or seen each other in eight years. Way to get all weepy, Gunner. ;>.>
Thoughts?
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