Chapter 5: The Takeover

The four children stared curiously down at the ground, giving the caretakers space, with two of them crying. Sandra came running out of the woods. Tristo tried to stay close to her so it looked like he was her shadow. Someone was on the ground, but the other children blocked the view. A big pool of blood was touching the children’s shoes, which made Tristo curious. He moved close to the pool of blood behind them and touched it with his shadow. He quickly moved back to Sandra so he could stay beside her. The child on the ground was severely injured, with blood everywhere around it. Tristo knew that the child would probably die at any moment.

“How is he?” One of the caretakers asked the other one, who was inspecting the boy on the ground.

“He is breathing, but someone must have chanted the words wrong. The children travel above the woods to their destination, but this one went through the woods for most of the distance, only to rise above before landing here. His arms and legs got broken, but he is still breathing, Wilma, so that is a good sign!” Said the one inspecting.

She slowly lifted the boy and hurried back inside to give treatment. One of the children with two small horns on the head started to jump into the pool and kicked blood around, thinking what a fun game it was.

Wilma stayed outside with the other children while the other caretaker went down the stairs to a dark room and lit up the medical room, which they barely used. She put the boy on the table, grabbed a flashlight, opened one of his eyes, and shone the light into it to see if there was any reaction, to check for signs if he was aware of his environment.

“Hi, Hey! Can you try moving your eye if you can hear me? My name is Felin, and I am a doctor and caretaker at the Orphanage. Did you fly here from the Van Polan home? Are you the son of the Van Polan home? Try to move your eye if you understood anything I just said.”

There was no movement in the eye, with Felin thinking maybe the boy would die or go into a comatose state even if she saved him. The boy was breathing but probably did not have long left.

Outside, the ground began to tremble as the trees in the woods started to split apart. Wilma hurried and took the kids behind her as she moved away from the direction from which the boy had flown. Two Hellhounds jumped out from the woods, roaring as several men emerged behind them. Wilma hit her right knuckle right in the palm of her left hand when a white fire lit up. She separated her hands in one slow movement, creating a white-burning sword. The men started laughing with their green fire but were surprised to see the five children behind her.

“Strange, the woods were empty, as we suddenly ended up here while chasing the boy, coming to an invisible place. I am not surprised that this area is not visible to anyone’s eyes. I suppose the child behind you is Dristan’s son, whose human mother and demon father are on the wanted list. You also have Cassandra’s daughter. It’s strange; I thought she was unbeatable. It doesn’t look like that, and last but not least, one that I recognize is the firstborn from a Witch and Angel, Sandra. All of the children here seem that they one day can try to overtake all the rulers in Valiant, but Samantha is the one true leader to take over everything in Valiant before we enter Earth and destroy everything. We can not have intruders getting involved. She will get happy to hear when we will tell her whose children we just killed off.” One of the men said.

“If you come near the children, I will kill all of you,” Wilma commented back.

Felin cut through the clothes of the boy and saw bones sticking out everywhere. The right leg was in such poor condition, with bones sticking out in three different areas. Felin was sure the leg wouldn’t survive. Right before inspecting further, she heard something sounding like an animal from a distance. She took off her gloves and began to move up the stairs. When she came outside, seeing Wilma and the kids cornered against the wall of the building, one of the Hellhounds grabbed Sandra’s legs and started dragging her away from the other kids. A shadow passed through between her legs as she didn’t have time to think about it and had to focus on the attack to protect the rest of the children. Being aware that the child on the table would probably die of the injuries, but the other children could survive instead. She held out her right hand as her whole arm caught orange fire. A long orange sword extended out of her hand as she ran towards the enemy.

Tristo moved down the stairs, fearing for Sandra’s safety. Even though she was strong, Sandra was still a child. Tristo needed to act fast, as Sandra couldn’t hold onto the grass long enough for it to disappear with her into the woods. When Tristo went through the darkness and ended up in the medical room and moved to the boy’s chest, he could feel that the boy was dying.

“I will make a deal with you! I save your life and give you my powers, but you must keep my sister Sandra safe.” Tristo said, waiting for some sign from the boy, but there was no response, and Tristo took it as a sign that the contract was in place between them.

“Well, I accept! I promise not to mess up your life.” Tristo said before he moved inside the body of the boy.

The bones in the boy’s legs began to move back, healing themselves; the injuries on his stomach and heart area tightened up, and several threads of whips uncontrollably began to shine a light blue color in the air. Everything happened quickly as one of the whips struck the lamp above the room, plunging the room into pitch blackness. The blood on the boy’s body started to shine light blue, and he rose from the table and stood up on the floor as ten thin threaded whips of light blue color were visible in the darkness as the boy hurried up the stairs.

The men and Hellhounds stopped briefly when the boy came out with one whip on each finger. The boy saw one of the hounds dragging Sandra away. He swung five threads towards the escaping Hellhound and missed it completely.

“Oops! I suppose training is needed,” The boy said.

The caretakers protected the other children to distance themselves from the enemy as the boy swung the whips on his right hand again, managing to get hold of the Hound, and the threads started to pull back. The Hound stopped and got dragged toward the boy, which surprised everyone. The men ran towards the boy; when he looked at them, they noted that the boy’s eyes had turned red, like those of a demon, with all ten threads now black. As the boy threw his left hand towards the men, five of them got caught around the throat and caught in black fire. The Hound, being dragged towards the boy, had five threads around its throat when suddenly it cut off the head, catching black fire. The boy turned towards the rest, where two men and one Hound left as the ten whips of threads on the ground started to float, covered in light blue color with black fire gushing out. The boy swung it toward both men, who burned down instantly when the whip hit them. The boy walked up to the Hound, and both stared at each other. The Hound growled a bit before the boy did an uppercut right under the cheek through the Hound, so its black-colored brain ended up in his hand. Sandra approached the boy to have a closer look at him, but it was hard to get a proper look because there was a lot of red and black blood all over his face and hair.

“Tristo? Is thi yuu?” She asked.

The boy stared at her before he blinked; as the red eyes disappeared and turned brown, he answered:

“I-am…I-am…Tris…Your brother, Zark Van Polan!”

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