After following the truck from a furious firefight, the unicorns and us riders continued our death march toward the cathedral. We could hear it off in the distance, the battle at the front had already begun... Kammy and the werewolves had already made the initial assault. We heard the high pitched sirens echo their way down the road and ring in our ears. Spotlights lit up the night sky looking for any possible aerial raids. This was it. This was the finale.
When we reached the top of the hill the truck was put in idle for a moment looking down on the city that would be the graveyard for many of us. It was depressing looking at your death before you reached it; though, who else was going to take the risk? We were the few that were left, we were now about to collide with cupcakes so to speak. The truck then revved up its engine and following it was the army of humans on unicorn-back as opposed to the traditional horseback.
Finding the general's camp just behind two buildings from the cathedral, my unicorn darted off toward Kammy. With her was Hunter and Clayton keeping a keen eye out for any of the empress's forces and awaiting Kammy's further commands.
I unsaddled the unicorn and off it went to the cathedral. I knelt next to Kammy as I watched Hunter and Clayton leave stealthily from the doomed battle toward the back of the cathedral. The best way of describing it was that it looked like hell. The sky was crimson red, like it was a pool of blood. Strange deformed birds flew in circles above and screeched in warning. Below, wolves and people were at each other's necks.
The poor, furry wolves growled and used their sharp, claw-like teeth to their advantage. They ripped out human flesh and drained them of blood within a matter of seconds. However, the humans posed a great threat against the wolves. The sharp silver stakes and silver bullets shot through thick skin and straight into the werewolves’ hearts. If the truth were to be revealed, the ground was becoming as red as the sky above: a proper bloodshed. One where, the mirrored image of the blood pool was the same as it was in the sky.
It was soon after when I noticed the unicorns had started flying in. Even after riding one, I never knew unicorns had hidden, sheetlike wings. I watched in fascination as they swept down. Even if they were not the most elegant of flyers as they looked like they had been flying with bricks tied to their feet, they were a sight to see. The unicorns bowed their heads so that their sharp horns stabbed through Enya’s vicious mind controlled men to the ground.
Suddenly I was pulled down behind a bush, only to come face to face with an angry looking Kammy. I lifted my shoulder and attempted to put a questioning look on my face. “What?” I partially yelled.
“Keep it low!” She whispered harshly. I shrunk back. I could understand why she was so tense and agitated. I could understand why everyone was so edgy. This was a matter of life and death. Out there was a blood bath, and only one winner could come out on top: one victory. I just hoped that the victory was ours.
Myself and Kammy hid behind he bush for what seemed like hours but was in fact only a few minutes. The sounds of shrieks, cries and screams were engraved in my head. For a fact, I knew that the sounds would come and haunt me later on in life. I heard grenades explode, and guns being triggered. Our truck's turret was easily distinctive and the large, dropping shells were heard clanking on the ground. I heard yells and the dying neighs of the unicorns. I heard growls erupt within the werewolves. I heard it all. It made my stomach begin to writhe.
Just then, I heard heavy breathing coming closer and then two feet appeared. I looked up as did Kammy. There standing in front of us was a sweaty, smudged Clayton. His chest moved in and out viciously as he rested his hands on his knees bending down and attempting to catch his breath. Kammy scooted closer towards him.
“What’s the news?” she whispered. I could see the dreaded worry in her eyes. She knew there was something wrong and judging by Clayton's face, something was indeed wrong.
“H-Hunter… he... he's… gone.” Clayton struggled to say and breathe. But it was no misunderstanding what he was trying to say. Hunter was gone and all of us knew it.
“W-what?” Kammy asked herself in disbelief. Clayton just nodded drearily in despair. Hunter and Clayton were close, and even though I didn’t know them for that long, one could assume he was a good fellow.
Just then I felt a nudge. I looked towards my sister. I could see determination in those big brown eyes of hers. “We need to put an end to this now.” She stated, looking in between myself and Clayton.
Clayton nodded. “We’re losing out on numbers. The clans are doing as much as they can and the unicorns, well half of them are gone. We just can't hold out for much longer, but a... a tunnel hidden in the bushes behind. We can find an opening there if we're careful.” He informed. Kammy’s face tensed even more.
“Myself and both of you will go with me up to the bell tower of the cathedral. Enya will surely be up there watching down upon the horror she has created. As for the Rune Stone, it has to be there as well.” Kammy was beginning to devise a plan.
Clayton shook his head. “The three of us aren’t going to survive to get there. We need more on our team.” He strongly suggested. I somehow agreed with him. I didn’t want my sister getting hurt. She was far too young to die. Plus, I don’t think I’d be able to bear the pain, unless I died as well.
Kammy nodded her head. “All right. The three of us will go and I’ll mind link with Nixon, Dale, and Alex. They are the next strongest on our side.” Kammy closed her eyes and held her hands to her head. It looked like she was in pain before she opened her eyes and sighed. “I can’t do it. I’m feeling too weak.” She looked annoyed at herself. I pulled her close and rubbed circles on her back, like I used to when she was smaller.
“Shh it’ll be okay.” I soothed.
“Hang on. I’ll try.” Clayton did the same thing. He closed his eyes and lifted his hands to either side of his head. Then he tilted his head back. It was only after a couple of minutes he returned to look at both of us. “Done. I’ve sent them a message. They said they’ll meet us at the cathedral's backside. That’s the quickest way to the bell tower with the least resistance as well.” He updated. Kammy and I both nodded our heads simultaneously.
Deep inside, we all knew this was our only way for victory. "We need to capture Enya and save the Rune Stone. Hopefully then all this helpless bloodshed will cease and be reverted." Kammy affirmed.
"And if it doesn't?" Clayton asked restlessly.
Kammy met Clayton's eyes and answered in fortitude, "It has to."