strands of hair around his neck he could not breathe.
“I do not wish to kill the prince but I will poison you.” Lola told the prince staring into his yellow eyes. The ends of her hair changed into heads of snakes. Black snakes made of hair. Their fangs sprouted and they hissed, ready to inject their poison into the prince. Ventus then raises his left fist. The jewel embed in his glove shined a heavenly light. The light blinded Lola and her hair of dark magic contracted. “I will vanquish darkness.” Ventus said and lashed his sword. Lola leaned back but the sword grazed her cheek. She glided back and wiped the blood off her cheek and licked it. She was getting aggravated and inpatient . I am sick of playing with this fellow. I have to get rid of him before his comrades arrive.
“Lola, use your black fire on the barrier.” Dougal advice her from a far statue to her right.
“That is a stupid idea. It’s just going to back fire. I need an absolute powerful attack to break it.” Lola replied annoyed.
“Trust me just fire at the barrier.” Dougal told her.
“Fools. You cannot break the barrier.” Ventus laughed at their failure. “Soon enough the knights and mages will be here.”
Lola gripped her rod with anger. It would take too long to get rid of the prince and his knights would soon huddle in. Her goal was to acquire the grimoire and she trusted Dougal’s judgment to accomplish the mission. She turned to the barrier that protected the grimoires and aimed at it. “Necros Fahiah!” She yelled and shot a sphere of black flames from her rod. Her spell flew across the chamber and ricochet off the barrier back to her. She dipped lowering her wings and felt her own spell sweeping the air like an arrow over her head. Ventus used his shield to block the spell. It ricochets off his shield fissuring it and pushing him back. The black sphere flew across the chamber again back to the barrier of the grimoires. This time it did not bounce off but rather fully shattered the barrier. The barrier broke with a loud crystal sound like braking glass. Lola saw that the barrier over the grimoires had broken. She did not hesitate. She saw the prince getting back to his feet. “Pikan Ray!” She cast a spell and a red beam jetted from her rod. The beam pierced the thigh of the prince leaving him cripple. Lola hurried up the steps and grabbed the shadow grimoire but she wished she could take all of them. The grimoire was heavy and thick but she held it gracefully and triumphed.
“Now the question is how the hell do we get out of here?” She asked herself wishing she had planned ahead. Dougal came to her and said. “Look up above beyond the blade of the sword.”
Lola then remembers the light that had been coming from above the godly sword. She walked up to the sword and look up. There was enough space for her to fly up to the hilt of the sword. “Perfect. Let’s fly up then. Although it will be really uncomfortable.” Lola noticed that she had her hands full with her rod and the grimoire and need to make space for Dougal. She spun her rod and with black haze and swirling shadows it shifted into a miniature version of her rod. She slide her tiny rod in her cleavage then she picked up Dougal by his underbelly. She flapped her wings hard lifting all the weight she carried with her. She slowly ascended up and manages to fly up following the blade of the godly sword. She flew up and up with her reflection on the godly sword. She saw the sun above and the clouds.
Soon she flew out of the castle tower where the godly sword was sheathed. She continued to fly up to the hilt of the sword. The handle was thicker than the pillars of the castle. She flew up to the pommel and stood on it flapping her wings balancing on it. She gazed at the capital city and felt the high winds of autumn rushing. “We did it Dougal. It was difficult but we did it.”
“Yes yes now get us down from here. Wolves are not made for heights.” Dougal
“I do not wish to kill the prince but I will poison you.” Lola told the prince staring into his yellow eyes. The ends of her hair changed into heads of snakes. Black snakes made of hair. Their fangs sprouted and they hissed, ready to inject their poison into the prince. Ventus then raises his left fist. The jewel embed in his glove shined a heavenly light. The light blinded Lola and her hair of dark magic contracted. “I will vanquish darkness.” Ventus said and lashed his sword. Lola leaned back but the sword grazed her cheek. She glided back and wiped the blood off her cheek and licked it. She was getting aggravated and inpatient . I am sick of playing with this fellow. I have to get rid of him before his comrades arrive.
“Lola, use your black fire on the barrier.” Dougal advice her from a far statue to her right.
“That is a stupid idea. It’s just going to back fire. I need an absolute powerful attack to break it.” Lola replied annoyed.
“Trust me just fire at the barrier.” Dougal told her.
“Fools. You cannot break the barrier.” Ventus laughed at their failure. “Soon enough the knights and mages will be here.”
Lola gripped her rod with anger. It would take too long to get rid of the prince and his knights would soon huddle in. Her goal was to acquire the grimoire and she trusted Dougal’s judgment to accomplish the mission. She turned to the barrier that protected the grimoires and aimed at it. “Necros Fahiah!” She yelled and shot a sphere of black flames from her rod. Her spell flew across the chamber and ricochet off the barrier back to her. She dipped lowering her wings and felt her own spell sweeping the air like an arrow over her head. Ventus used his shield to block the spell. It ricochets off his shield fissuring it and pushing him back. The black sphere flew across the chamber again back to the barrier of the grimoires. This time it did not bounce off but rather fully shattered the barrier. The barrier broke with a loud crystal sound like braking glass. Lola saw that the barrier over the grimoires had broken. She did not hesitate. She saw the prince getting back to his feet. “Pikan Ray!” She cast a spell and a red beam jetted from her rod. The beam pierced the thigh of the prince leaving him cripple. Lola hurried up the steps and grabbed the shadow grimoire but she wished she could take all of them. The grimoire was heavy and thick but she held it gracefully and triumphed.
“Now the question is how the hell do we get out of here?” She asked herself wishing she had planned ahead. Dougal came to her and said. “Look up above beyond the blade of the sword.”
Lola then remembers the light that had been coming from above the godly sword. She walked up to the sword and look up. There was enough space for her to fly up to the hilt of the sword. “Perfect. Let’s fly up then. Although it will be really uncomfortable.” Lola noticed that she had her hands full with her rod and the grimoire and need to make space for Dougal. She spun her rod and with black haze and swirling shadows it shifted into a miniature version of her rod. She slide her tiny rod in her cleavage then she picked up Dougal by his underbelly. She flapped her wings hard lifting all the weight she carried with her. She slowly ascended up and manages to fly up following the blade of the godly sword. She flew up and up with her reflection on the godly sword. She saw the sun above and the clouds.
Soon she flew out of the castle tower where the godly sword was sheathed. She continued to fly up to the hilt of the sword. The handle was thicker than the pillars of the castle. She flew up to the pommel and stood on it flapping her wings balancing on it. She gazed at the capital city and felt the high winds of autumn rushing. “We did it Dougal. It was difficult but we did it.”
“Yes yes now get us down from here. Wolves are not made for heights.” Dougal
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