Alítheia's First Hero

Chapter 13..........What a Cliffhanger....

Harold smiled, " But Harold, we were together?" I asked. His smile faded and he asked, " For a while yes, why?" . " I can't remember any of it, I just saw your dad Brainwash me.." He grew angry, I knew he was mad but I never thought he would've.. I heard him think, his face grew sad. She doesn't remember anything, I heard him think. " We can fix it now, we can make it-" I said to him, he cracked a slight smile." Start over, that sounds nice.." He said, I grabbed his hand. We don't have to hide anymore.. I said in myaló, I can't believe my dad did it but I'm going to make you remember, all those times we laughed or cryed .. He thought, my heart felt so fluttery.. He took my hand in his and I sat up, then we heard a, " POW !"! Harold sat up in a rush, he screamed. He covered his brown eye with his hands. Ntérek and Laya tryed to help him, but he pushed them away. " WHAT THE HELL NTÉREK!?" Ntérek carried a plastic carnival hand toy, which he controlled with his own hand. " I'm sorry!!" Nyérek screamed, Harold uncovered his eye in anger. His eyes seemed a little crazy, but that wasn't our problem. His blue eye was revealed, all guards turned to the commotion but we quickly pulled down our face covers. But one guard yelled when he saw Harold's eyes, the woman we had seen in the cafeteria pulled out her walkie talkie from her top half of her dress and said, " Code Kratos, the lost son has been found! " . The woman tried to get to us but a guard called, " GENERAL! Maybe we should go together!" she turned around and said, " I will turn on the boy myself! Any one who tries to stop me will be punished by Sir Kratos!" she ended firmly. " Okay now's the TIME TO GO-" Ntérek said pushing all of us toward the stands, the stand crackled beneath our feet. The man running the stand yelled curses as we stepped over the beverages spilled on the grass, the wind whipped our faces. The more we ran out of the crowd, the more I took in our surroundings. We stopped at a sharp cliff, I pulled Laya back before she jumped of the cliff, I DON'T NEED YOU TURNING INTO A LAYA PANCAKE- I screamed in myaló, we could've laughed but we knew the guard was on our trail. Now I understood where the festival was held, far off from the cliff was the City of Alítheia. A gold forcefield surrounded the city like a blanket, I just couldn't wrap my mind around everything. With a battle cry the guard pushed us from behind and sent us plummeting into the abyss! I projected a force field halfway in, " HA! " I screamed as I latched onto a boulder on the side of the cliff, a deadly fall still smiling up at us. Laya and the others found rocks or roots to cling to, the guard looked down at us with a scowl of fury. She seemed to bare her fangs, her eyes were gold and the intensity of them seemed to pierce my skin. She placed a hand on her g*n holster, but something stopped her from pulling it out. She knit her brows, and she let her arms sway to her side. A look of worry replaced her fury, I checked on the others while she was distracted. " Are you all ok?" I asked turning back on them, I couldn't see their faces through the covers but a few of them had cuts in their face masks. Ntérek had a very severe gash in his face area, but Laya hung next to him and tended to his gash with magic. Seeing the gash heal when it was cut so deep just made me nauseous, I had to turn away. Harold was groaning with pain, the skin on his palms was slowly tearing away from the sharp rock. I held out my hand to him, he took it and I supported a force field for him to rest on. The guard just looked down on us and said, " GO-" she looked away as if hurt. What? I thought, she yelled again, " JUST GO! BEFORE I CHANGE MY MIND..". I turned to Laya," Psáchno," we said in unison. Before the spell could activate all four of us held hands and plummeted off the cliff..We landed in a bouncy bed, in what seemed like a bedroom in a small apartment. " Are you okay?!" I said standing up and tending to everyone, Laya rushed to my side and we fixed the wounds. Ntérek groaned as we fixed his wound, the gash was so deep two magic users were needed to revive it. Finally the wound wound together, leaving the trace of a small scratch. Blood dripped on the bed from Harold's hands, " Your going to be ok-" I whispered as Laya cast a spell. Blood spread through the creamy white blankets, I tryed to slow the blood rushing in my ears, but I couldn't. The healing process was taking to long, " THERAPÉVO!" I screamed. Laya watched in amazement as the blood retreated from the bed sheets and into his hands..

" WHAT THE HELL?!?" Someone screamed from the doorway..