Mon 26th Aug 2024 05:12

Hold The Line

by Ozus

Ozus moves up on to the wall….all those creature…all of those hideous creatures trying to destroy this beautiful city…destroying my temple of Kossuth
"Oh my Kossuth ….
"
Whispers to himself....

Beneath the blazing sky we stand,
Kossuth’s fire, our guiding hand.
With flames that purify and sear,
We face the darkness, knowing no fear.

Through ash and ember, we shall stride,
In Kossuth’s light, our foes confide.
For in his name, the weak will burn,
And to the flame, all shall return.

 
Casts his hands and lashes out a wall of death …. blades everywhere … slashing … cutting
Ozus moves quickly to Kanénas and the others to help keep the wall and portcullis from being breached……
Ozus shouts with the full force of his lungs….and repeats
 
HOLD THE LINE ….
HOLD THE LINE ….


“Hold the line”
 
“Nix … Rälzik hang on … keep holding that line….don’t let go…you got a big fish….Yesssss!!!”
“Ezra hurry up they got something … and it’s big”
 
Ezra frantically following Ozus…
“Our father are going to be mad”
“I know..just say it was my fault…now hurry up”
“Hold that line …”
 
Three boys and a young girl struggle with a thick fishing line pulling and tugging…it’s tight and resistant…
They all fall back onto the ground … the line snaps and hard
The moving water glows…a deep ruby…a deep blood ruby color…the water bubbles and slowly an orb starts to rise out of the water….slowly ascends
 
"Nix….what is that? Did you do that … your magic"
"It’s beautiful Ozus….so beautiful"
 
The boys now transfixed on the slowly pulsating globe
 
“Nix what did you do….?”
Ozus in disbelief….
‘What are you doing….?”
 
Nix turns and looks at Ozus with an ominous grin and softly says
"Moving past you…."