《[Book One] Querencia Quintet [Polarity/Pestilence]》Chapter 0002: Prophecy 2

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Fitch the Mage

The man began to flick his wrists and then tug the oxygen in front of him, the older werewolf proceeding to drop to his knees and growl softly in anguish. The pain inducement spell worked flawlessly, so the man began to flick his knees, making the older werewolf faceplant into the razor sharp grass, his face becoming bloody and grazed in the process. Markus Fell tried to prop himself up on his elbows, but the man was not releasing his magical hold over him.

As Fitch and his bunny jumped over the man before them, a reverberating THWUNKKK was heard echoing throughout the trees and bushes. The Spellcaster turned his back but only managed to shift his body at a 15 degree angle. Then he felt himself being tackled into a Black Root tree. The Black Root snapped off at the right side and a blunt edged stake was quickly twirling to the ground under its own weight. The Black Root stake would be useful for vanquishing vampires, so the boy that was pinning Fitch suddenly dropped the stake into his satchel.

Fitch breathed with a presence of disgust and regret, "Charley Dunne... More like. Charley dumb." And with the last word, the man tapped Charley's temples in an attempt to knock him out a second time. Yet, Charley was very rapidly growing and learning. Just before the urge to sleep washed over Charley's forehead, he stabbed his arm with a regular Ash Wood stake. The arm began expelling itself of blood, a waterfall of red tinging and tainting the immaculately fresh spring air. His arm was caught inside of a snake-like grip, and Charley glanced upwards, thus further holding his gaze on the man before him. He felt disgusted by the bitch Spellcaster and now he had the nerve to grab him, to try -- and fail at -- suppressing his limb. The boy kicked Fitch in the throat twenty times, throwing him into a shovel-made ditch with the final leg attack.

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He pounced toward the iron shovel, snapping off the wooden handle. He then threw the blade of the shovel at the man, pierced the man's skin with the step of the shovel, ripped the step off inside of the man's flesh, and Charley then thrust both the grip and the handle through Fitch's body, leaving him to vomit on his own blue and crimson fluids, his lips getting stained and cold. Charley bit into his skin and then injected his Werewolf toxin inside the wound.

KRUNCH. SNAP

That was all it took for the mage to get knocked out for a day or so. And then, Charley found himself dashing through the forest at a pace that would make Lamborghini cars jealous. His limbs were shown to be a blur to Mortals, but to Markus and Charley, their legs and arms moved at a speed of 10 miles per hour, not at all fast enough for the pair of Moonbearers. The next full moon would arrive in twenty-nine days, and already, the junior wolf was feeling its effects. Charley slowed down time and caught a bluebird in his left fist, then resumed the time to its normal tempo.

The Sialia currucoides was his favorite species of bluebird, and back in 2007 he had been interested in Ornithology. That was almost seven years ago now. He pulled out his bread loaf and ripped a strip away with his fangs which quickly popped out, and then he slowed time again, spat out the strip of bread, released the bird, caught the loaf from mid-air, and resumed time once more, all while maintaining his running motion. He then slowed down as they neared the first steps of a giant mansion, the beginnings of a good time slowly creeping up on the teenager. His girlfriend ambushed him at the same time the realisation did; Charley's graduation party was starting tonight!

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Her golden locks of hair shone brightly, and her blue roots still poked out through the most gorgeous tones of sandy yellow. Her red dress plunged deeply into her breasts, the neckline showing off a lot of cleavage and leaving nothing to the imagination. Four layers of frills, starting at the pretty lady's shoulders, and ending at her waistline, completed the garment. Purple lips puckered and creased in time with grey eyeliner and black mascara-tipped eyes, scrunching inwards as the woman's lips pulled up into a stunning grin, pearly whites sparkling heavily against the iridescent moonlight. Her Salvatore Ferragamo Flower Heel shoes blended in with the shadows of the early late-night mood. Black translucent gloves covered the woman's polka dotted nail polish, red circles fighting with a dark green background, her fingers sharp enough to slice even the strongest of men's hearts. She sighed and gently breathed against Charley's lips.

"Yo yoooo, this is the D.J! WELCOME TO CHARLEY DUNNE'S 17TH BIRTHDAY PARTYYY. WE ARE NOW GOING TO BE PLAYING SUB URBAN: CRADLES. HOPE Y'ALL ENJOY THE SONG! CHEERS TO ALL THE GRADUATES OF OUR ACADEMY."

The distinctive sound of an electric guitar began, the first riffs kicking in over the sound of applause which quickly died down.

I see the world through eyes covered in pink

Cross out--

"...Brother?" He couldn't believe his eyes. His own sibling... here. Manuel. Charley blinked and rubbed his eyes, subsequently activating his Werewolf super senses, glowing his pupils yellow and double checking that he wasnt just seeing things.

He sighed, and then, through clenched teeth, "So, Manny. How's the army treating you?"

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