10/0--- Part two

This story and its idea originally belongs to the author Mistopia. All rights reserved. October 10, 2017.


3. Whinnes decent

On a wheat farm in the small country of Nestle Nook, Rixy was giving everyone personal fighting lessons. Even Brent, now that he was ‘mature’ enough, at the age of seven. It was Thursday, Whinnes turn. Rixy had made a dueling dummy out of hay, so she could practice properly . . . for if she practices at all. “Come on Whinne, you have to know how to fight! What would happen if you got bladed with Negative’s blade again, huh? What if I couldn't be there to save you?” Whinne scoffed. “You know I really hate that you keep throwing that in my face! A little appreciation could go a long way!” She swung at the hay with the wooden sword I give her. “And you also know I'm trustable with a real sword!” And she hates it. “Hah! Not until I know you can fight! So show me!” I had no problems with teaching Jessabelle and Brent, but Whinne is a whole different level. “Oh I'll show you…” She mumbled. She stood in the dueling position she always messes up, tightened her grip on the wooden sword, and threw her sword at the manikin. She was amazing! Whinne sliced the hay dummy into tiny pieces of straw. She looked over to me and only saw me jumping up and down clapping. She felt so proud of her self! There was only one thing that could make her more proud, and that was if it actually happened in reality, not in her day dream. When Whinne swung the sword at the dummy, her hand slipped and the sword went flying, it was worse when it landed . . . on my head. The base of the blade in the center landed on the back of my head. “Ow! You where saying?” I rubbed the back of my head as I asked sarcastically. “Sorry!” I looked at the sun and covered my eyes from the sun with two fingers seeing the setting sun. I had a strong feeling that the negative sisters where gonna leave us alone for a while, but I also felt another . . . disturbance the air. Something much much more powerful than the sisters, I could sense it was magic and the very dark kind. I was just hoping it wasn't our problems. “Sunset! Time up!” I said lowering my fingers, as the sunset over the mountains. “Great! What is today's rating for my . . . oh boy” Whinne tried to hide herself in her coat. She pulled it one her head and repeatedly said “Please be good.” I chuckled. “It was a five” I usually rate their performance off of ten. I look for accuracy, trickery, defense, and how agile they are. “Yes!!” She pulled the sweater down, resting it at her neck. “Now clean everything up, put the dummy in the farm house, sword in the cabinet, and the” “And the carrots for tomorrow's dinner in the kitchen. I know I know.” I looked at her with dead eyes. “Sorry ma’am, I shouldn't cut you off.” She took a deep breath in as if she where going to cram a bunch of words together. “Because you might like, psssh, use your new magic and cast a spell on me where I turn purple!” She started laughing, but I continued to give her deep dead eyes. “Just get it done.” I said, then I turned away and went inside. Whinne picked up the dueling dummy with her two hands, and carried it inside the barn house. ‘Each step grew heavier with the weight of guilt . . . or maybe it was the dummy.’ Whinne narrated in her thoughts. “When did this damn thing get so heavy!? I mean seriously! I don't remember it being this heavy when I brought it out this morning! Ugh!” She paused at the door of the barn and placed the dummy down. She lifted the wooden plank that closed the door, without it the door slowly opens, and when you go to close it, it opens again just faster. Everyone got tired of closing it so we got a wooden plank for the door. Whinne reached her arm to raise the plank, with her left arm, and balanced the dummy with her right arm. She lifted the plank, and the door creased open. A strong breeze carried leaves and burst right through the open barn door. “Sheesh! Sure did get cold all of a sudden!” Whinne re-grasped the manikin and went inside. She placed it in the dim room by the stacked of hay near the supplies for caring for the horses in the stable next door. “There! You should be fine here until tomorrow scow.” Scow was the nickname Whinne had for the scarecrow dummy. She had nicknames for many of the inanimate objects around the farm. “Whew! Boy it's getting colder by the minute! Better go hurry put away the sword.” So Whinne dusted of the manikin, and walked out the door with the feeling of one thousand eyes watching her. She picked up the plank, and locked the barn door. Retracing her steps in the dark, she found the sword and picked it up. “Your turn Pirate!” That was the swords name. She carried it to the storage bunker by the lake, (which was a littles way from the farm) unlocked the door with the key hidden in a tiny box behind a tree. It had a latch that you had to hand open by flipping it upside down. A vine design carved into the box, and it was hand carved out of cedar wood. Whinne put the sword down, leaning it against the side of the wall. “Magnificent . . .” Whinne turned around expecting to see either Jessabelle or myself, but no one was there. “Hello? Guys if this is another prank, I’m not falling for it, so just come out.” But no one answered, nor did they come out. “Guys! Come out!” Whinne started to shake in the little fear she consumed by the minute. “Guys?” She whimpered. A faint voice whispered behind Whinne, she was almost too scared to turn around … but she did, and what she saw was indescribable, even for me! (But let me try.) A faint blue-gray ghost stood behind her, but it wasn’t even a ghost. From everything Whinne had learned since she met Jessabelle and Rixy, it looked more like someone trying to teleport but barely succeeded. Whinne . . . was . . . terrified! “Mortal! It’s a mortal! Mortal! Mortal!” It screeched. Whinne wanted to turn around slam open that door and run, run, run! But she couldn’t! Fear consumed her body as the figure reached out to touch her. “RIXY!!! HELP ME!!!” I had heard her scream from inside the house, grabbed my sword by the door and dashed out to help her. I ran in the door of the shed. “What's wrong!? What happened!?” I looked around the shed and it was a mess! Everything on the third shelf looked like it was thrown towards the window, the second shelf looked as if it went through the window. And the first shelf . . . don't ask. The first shelf was just lying around Whinne, circling her. Literally it was a circle around her. I looked at Whinne, she stood frozen, in a chant of fear. I slowly walked up to her, I could hear Jessabelle’s running footsteps. “Magnificent, magnificent, magnificent.” Whinne chanted paralyzed. “Whinne are you okay? Whinne?” I placed my hand on her shoulder and she flinched a horrible scream, she screeched like a rabid chimpanzee. But it was not a scream of fear . . . it was a scream of pain, dreadful pain. She then collapsed on the floor. I dropped to the floor on my knees, hurdling Whinne, for I couldn't tell if she was going to be okay or not. My nerves where too wrecked to even calm down and check. I continued to hurdle her, without even looking at Jessabelle, I asked her “Is Brent asleep?” “Yes….” I took deep breaths and the cold air blew into the room. I could then see my own frosty breath. I looked up and saw a shadowy figure, but only for a brief moment, I thought I was just imagining it due to the horrid moment. “Call the ambulance…” I barely said. “What?” I looked at Jessabelle, with rivers, again flooding down my face and throughout my thoughts. “Call the ambulance!! Hurry!!” She jumped back and hit her head on the low door outline, then turned around and ran to the phone in the kitchen.

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