|Chapter 7|
Nero bashed the bars with his Thunder Sword, shaking the whole room. He had seen the other boy, Zcet, being brought into the cell next to him. Apparently, this boy was part of the legendary team lead by Archer - the person who was to either overpower Hexo, or the other way round. Looking around, something caught his eye. A small icicle hang on the ceiling in the corner of the room. As soon as he noticed it, the whole room started becoming icy cold. Slowly, a crack in the wall appeared, getting bigger and bigger every minute. Nero soon realised that it must be the work of the boy next to him, Zcet. Nero knew what he was planning and decided to help. Closing his eyes, he focused on creating a Thunder Strike that would knock the wall down. After hearing a crack of lightning and a loud Boom both boys relaxed. When the smoke cleared, Nero looked around. Zcet was on the floor breathing deeply. He ran over to him and helped him up. "Are you ok?" Nero asked brushing the dust off himself.
"Yeah. I'm fine, are you?" Nero nodded whilst re-tightening his belt. "Thanks for that lightning bolt, I don't think I could of done much more." Nero drew his sword started bashing the door again. Zcet stood staring at him. "You still have your sword?" he asked. "Yeah, why, did they take it off you." Zcet nodded. "Well, at least we've still got one" he stated, forcing a grin.
After a few hours, Nero and Zcet had finally devised a plan to get out of the prison. Whether it would work or not was a different story. Zcet sat in the middle of the room and closed his eyes, meditating. He concentrated on creating a crack in the wall by making it so clod that the brickwork would have a big crack. Unexpectedly, a soldier came towards them. They both quickly got up and went to either ends of the room and pretend they were still in separate cells. Zcet recognised the soldiers face. It was Midnight, the person who him and Archer had first fought. Thinking about it made Zcet miss Archer even more. Why did he have to go searching for food? Another soldier appeared behind him. The man who brought Zcet in to the cell. Rakeiri was his name. Nero quickly hid his sword so it wasn't seen - he doubted they knew he had it and was sure they would take it if they saw he had it. "Well hello young heroes. Not that you can be very heroic in here." Rakeiri smirked. "We've been sent to check on you; make sure you don't get into any mischief." He took out his Chakrams and span them in his hand. They stood at each door with their backs turned. It would be impossible to do it with both of the barbaric soldiers standing there and no doubt that there would be several back-ups in case something went wrong. However, they needed to get out of there. Nero signalled to Zcet and they both concentrated in knocking out the whole wall between them - and possibly more. The air turned freezing and outside, a lightning storm began. A loud crack revealed that the first part was done - the crack was made. Surprisingly, neither soldiers turned around. Nero created a large lightning strike, much bigger than before, and no sooner than he picture it, a striking blue bolt smashed into the wall leaving nothing but a pile of rubble.
|Chapter 8|
Both Guards turned around in surprise, all covered in white dust. Midnight drew his gleaming axe while Rakeiri got out his chakrams. Nero drew his sword in reply and shot out a flicker of blue electricity from the tip. It hit Rakeiri in the shoulder, causing him to drop one of his weapons. He flung the other at Zcet who was dodging Midnights axe swings. Over in the corner, Zcet's sword gleamed on top of a crate. He saw a chance and dived underneath Midnight, dodging another swing and leaped towards the crates. Just in time, he picked up the sword as Midnight swung again at Zcet, who blocked it and dived away. It was an almighty battle that lasted several hours. Dodging, diving and attacking were used a lot as the two boys fought their way out of the prison room and up the crooked stone steps. Nero, who was familiar with Hexo's castle led the way while Zcet fought the soldiers. After turning down several corridor trying to get away, the soldiers drew back. Unfortunately, this didn't lokk anything like Hexo's castle. Suddenly, Nero remembered when he was captured that it wasn't Hexo who caught him, it was the strange man, Trans. "Zcet, we aren't in Hexo's castle," Nero told him. Zcet gave him a strange look. "It seems that we have been captured by someone different, but nonetheless evil. We better get out of here quickly before he finds us." Just about understanding what Nero had said, Zcet followed him as he was sure if anyone could get them out of there, it was Nero.
After a few hours of wandering around the confusing layout of the lair, the boys decided to take a rest. One of them rested while the other kept look out. An almost fool-proof plan. Almost. Zcet took the first watch, his sword in his hand. He was sure that Midnight and Rakeiri would try to come and find them again or possibly someone worse. Not long after he thought this, Zcet saw a shadow in the far corner of the corridor ahead of him. It was getting closer and closer until the maker of the shadow finally came into view. It was hard to tell who and what he was, as he had a dark cloak covering him. Running over to Nero, he woke him up and told him that somebody was coming. Nero drew his sword and looked down the corridor. Sure enough, a figure was advancing towards them - a familiar figure. "Zcet! That's Trans! We're in big trouble, we'll never get around him."
"So, you decided to escape, hmm. Well, good thinking. Unfortunately, I'm here pretty much meaning your plan failed. Lets just make this easy and come with me back to your cells." Zcet and Nero looked at each other. They could fight him, they had special powers. As though they could talk to each other in their minds, they both nodded and raised their swords. "Oh, you want to take it the hard way do you? Well, ok then - at least I win either way." Out of nothing came his staff, a golden metal pole just smaller than Trans himself. With a snap, a small, flip out blade appeared on top of the staff. "Come on then, you'll never win."
|Chapter 9|
Trans swung his staff at Nero, knocking him off his feet. Zcet charged at Trans, only to also be swiped away. They both got back up and grabbed their swords that were lying on the floor in the corner. Nero tried a swing but was blocked by the blade of Trans' staff. Zcet saw the chance and stabbed at Trans. Somehow, Trans disappeared from where he was and ended up on the other side of the room, completely unharmed. "Oh yes. I forgot to mention, I am also a fully trained ninja." He smirked and then ran towards them, blade first. He wasn't completely sure how he did it, but somehow, Zcet had managed to get out of the way so fast that he was on the other side of the room in less than a second. Exactly where Zcet had been, the staff was stuck in the wall as though Trans had thrown it. Grabbing it out the wall, Trans swung at Nero, anger on his face. Nero jumped out the way just in time and sent a lightning bolt at Trans - sending him flying backwards. Scrambling up, he came to face the two boys standing in front of him. He felt for his staff - only to find it wasn't with him. Zcet concentrated as hard as he could and created and icy ball. Directing it at Trans, he launched it and when it hit him, he became frozen. The boys turned and ran back through the corridor leading out of the room. Before they had left, Nero had grabbed the map in Trans' pocket and was using it to guide them out.
After what felt like ours of wandering, they finally came to an entrance hall. It was amazing to see daylight again after being stuck underground and in prison cells for so long. Quietly, they opened the large wooden door and stepped outside. The smell of fresh air filled them and gave them energy. They felt like they could run a marathon. "Lets get as far away from here as we can," Nero said to Zcet. They didn't know which way they were going, nor where they would end up, but as long as they had got away from that place they would be safe. Or as safe as you could be whilst being on two evil mastermind's 'Wanted' list.
|Chapter 10|
"Lets set up camp, it's getting dark." Shaus suggested, shivering in the cold. They had come to deserted town and wandered around it, looking somebody to tell them where they were. After hours of no luck, they re-grouped and followed Shaus' idea of creating camp. They created a fire (thanks to Dynamite's Flame-thrower)out of wood they had collected along the way. Two people were on guard at a time and every so often, they swapped round. When it was Archer's and Dynamite's turn to keep watch, a cloud of fog started building around them and obscured their vision. All of a sudden, they started feeling very sleepy...
Earthquake abruptly woke up to the sound of a loud bang. He couldn't believe he had fallen asleep on his duty! Turning to wake up the others, he realised that they were already up and standing in front of him, looking at the other side of the path.. "What's going on?" he asked getting up and sorting out his jumper. Up in the sky, the wind was lifting up someone into the sky. Shaus looked at the others and nodded something like an agreement. He ran as fast as he could and took of in the wind. Hovering around ten feet from the ground, he started towards the boy. "Who are you?" Shaus asked, only just being heard over the wind that was swirling around them.
"I am DarkWind, controller of Darkness and wind. Now, may I ask who you are?" Shaus stared at him without realising it. How could someone else control the wind, if he was king of the wind. "I'm Shaus, the Sky Prince. Where did you get your powers, nobody else can have the power of wind unless they were in the family of the Sky. Or...or you stole the Sky Orb." A look of worry appeared on his face when he thought of the Sky Orb.
"The Sky what? No, I don't quite know how I got it, I've just always had it." Shaus relaxed. At least they hadn't unlocked the Sky Orb's power, he thought.
