60th Tick: Out At Sea 5
1032 Words
Thomas stepped forward and looked around, a frown on his face. There was another force at play, but who was it?
“Third Hour.” He said.
He stepped back to the door, everyone looking at the scene. Especially Truth, who was staring at it with wide eyes. An image of the demon appeared on the chair, unconscious and tied up. However, his woke up and his arms were locked into his body. The demon had a look of horror as his body was crushed as if someone had him in their palm. The chains fell, the demon flew into the ceiling, splattering there before being dragged against the ceiling and thrown into the corner where the corpse laid.
“Who could have done that?” Truth asked.
“How would I know?” Thomas replied.
He walked out of the room. “Second Hour.”
The room cleaned itself, the demon nowhere to be found. Thomas sighed as they made their way back to their rooms. He had a suspicion, but it was unbelievable. When the demon had appeared, it was right after Truth knocked out the captain. It was possible that Truth was responsible for the attack of the demon, but there was a problem.
Fairies were known for two things. Being creatures that spread joy and creatures that spread dreams. They can make some people happy, they can let sleeping people have sweet dreams. Even those powers are limited due to their Low levels of magic. Even the fairy with the most magic could only at most give you a nightmare, nothing else. Fairies by nature were weak, helpless before basically anything else. They could fly to escape, that was their only option.
Truth, as a fairy had no chance of doing anything they had gone through. Besides, at the time of the death of the demon, Truth had been with them. He shook the thought out of his head, reaching where the captain was. He had asked Rose and Truth to leave them alone.
Thomas, with much difficulty, hefted the man into a seat. He then sat across from him, waiting for him to recover. Thomas shook his head and said, “First Hour.”
He could tell it was night, the temperature had dropped considerably. Truth had most likely put the captain in a good dream, that was why the captain did not panic when he awoke.
“Are you able to continue our conversation?” Thomas asked.
Captain Wave clutched his head and placed his elbow on the table. He sighed, “So everyone had failed...”
“Yeah.” Thomas confirmed.
The captain looked him in the eyes and said, “I was shown a dream... humanity has fallen, none of em’ had a chance. Us heroes didn’t do anything at all.”
“But now you can.” Thomas assured. “As you are now, after a hundred years, are you still able to battle?”
The captain stood up and gave him a thumbs up. “Of course I can.”
Thomas looked at Captain Wave. He was smiling but his eyes showed a different story. He was afraid, afraid of many things. Thomas could guess what he was afraid of. Criticism from humans, fear that he would be blamed for not saving them. He held the responsibility of saving humanity at some point, but failed. He was afraid of seeing death once again, fear that the demons were still stronger than him. He felt alone, alone in the world as the sole hero in the world.
“What’s the time?” Captain Wave asked, turning around, his jacket swishing.
Thomas pulled out his pocket watch and checked the time. “Twelve to Eight in the night.”
He nodded and walked out the door. “Then I need to battle the sea soon.”
As he said that, the ship started to rock violently, throwing Thomas out of his chair. Captain Wave, despite the violent shaking, was still walking normally past the halls.
He walked to the front of the ship, heavy rains trying to push him down. Thomas appeared nearby, clutching onto the door frame. The captain was drenched. The waves rose more than four meters high, the rain so heavy and thick that seeing whatever was in front was difficult. Thomas could barely see the captain. Thunder sounded in the distance, dangerously loud for the absence of sight of lightning. The captain raised an arm and clinched his fist.
Thomas saw, like a movie or a novel, the rain stopped and were suspended in the air right in front of Thomas. The waves calmed themselves. Thomas looked up, an endless chandelier of raindrops under the dark clouds.
Who were these heroes of humanity? To put it simply, humans with strong magical abilities and talents. They were blessed with magic power and unique magic to back it up. With magic alone, they were on par with the demon generals and their special abilities. However, the average demon was stronger than the average human, plus, the fact that every demon could learn how to use curses skewered the humans.
Without all those factors, and only looking at a one on one battle, Thomas found it hard to believe even two demon generals could defeat Captain Wave.
In front of his eyes, the rain went back up to the sky and the sky was blasted apart, leaving the night sky glittering with stars. Whatever Captain Wave’s magic was, it was strong.
The next day, there was a shout from one of the sailors.
Thomas stood at the highest point of the ship that he could get to, looking out into the sea. In the distance, a floating mass became bigger as they went closer. They were almost there, almost to an island. The island was covered in a thin layer of mist , so not much of it was visible.
The crew was ready to anchor and row to shore, but something came into view as they got into visible range. Through the mist, demons stood there and threw something. An object landed beside Thomas’ foot. He cursed and said, “Zeroth Hour.”
He picked the object up and threw it right back, resuming time right after. The object came into contact with the ground and the fuse ran out, exploding in their faces.
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