“Yes… I can,” said the Griffin, hesitant. “Who are you?”
“This is a White Knight,” stated Marina.
The Griffin was dumbfounded at the sound of “White Knight.” He remembered seeing a ghost of a White Knight, but never expected to see another one with flesh-and-blood.
“Get on then,” said Flarefur, lowering his belly to the ground.
Charity got on the Griffin’s back as did Marina; she took notice that the witches and the hooded figure were wearing golden, chrysoberyl gems on their foreheads.
“I’ll be coming with because I see chrysoberyl gems on them,” said Marina. “A Siren’s singing stone: spiritual stones that only belong to a Siren. I can tell they murdered my own people. This now has become a personal mission.”
“Let’s go then,” said Charity.
The Griffin went up and flew far high in the air. At the furthest height, the flying trio saw a red mist coming from the ground. The Fluting Piper was playing his flute with a chanting, hypnotizing tone. The witches and the hooded figure were chanting. Their singing made the red mist go into the crowd.
Flarefur was flying towards them at a high flying speed but not fast as Vaeludar’s flying speed. Marina and Charity jumped onto two witches and stopped their singing. Marina slammed her shoulder into the ugliest witch’s face. Charity slammed the Crystal Sword into the witch in the eye.
The witches blasted magic spells at the two young girls.
Marina used her singing voice and sung hard from her heart and lungs. Green sparks sparkled her body and formed around her and Charity; it formed into a magical barrier protecting both of them.
“That will protect us,” said Marina.
“Not from within,” said the witch Marina jumped on. She lifted up her hand and Marina was pushed, by a windy power, all the way to the dragon statue. She collapsed back into the barrier with grave injuries.
Charity drew the Crystal Sword up to slay her fallen opponent.
The witch, who blew Marina to the dragon statue, sent out a magic blast from her hands.
Charity blocked with the sword but she didn’t see the other witch skillfully knocking her to the ground. She stumbled to the ground, but she still clutched the Crystal Sword.
The magical barrier suddenly vanished.
“Well, lookie what we got here,” said the witch Charity jumped on. “A White Knight and a Siren. How fortunate for us to meet the last ones ever. With their powers and singing abilities, we will be able to stay alive for another two thousand years.”
The three witches and the fourth one circled around the female companions and removed their hoods, revealing how young they looked. They had long, colorful hair, brown freckles, oval faces, and blue eyes. They all looked the same in appearance and age.
For the fourth one, she was wrench and old looking. She looked like the ugliest of them all. “You ladies had your turn of taking youths,” she said. “Now it was my turn to take from these girls, starting with that thousand-year-old princess.”
“Not today,” shouted Charity, sending out a light spark at the ugly lady, who was pushed off the platform with the Crystal Sword. She got back up and swung the sword at the witches who jumped back.
“She holds the Crystal Sword,” one of the witches hissed.
“Where is that hybrid?” asked the second witch.
“He sent us while getting that armor artifact,” Marina lied.
The three witches burst into laughter. The three young-looking witches stared at a fractured Marina. “We know when someone or thing lies,” they stated. “It appears he is trapped in the cave. Only that dreadful weapon made it out alive, if it is even alive.”
“You know what that means, ladies,” said the most freckled witch. “The hybrid is dead! With him out of the way and no other hybrid specimen in our way, we can finally use his little non-sister for our own now.”
A floating, glowing girl from above soared down to the witches and the two fighting girls. It happened to be none other than Naìra, kidnapped for a third time.
“Now we can…”
“Let her go,” shouted Flavius, running from the crowd with Galvin, Wonomi, and Monico running behind him with swords, axes, and spears drawn. The four charging men swung with their greatest might at the witches.
The ugliest lady, who was getting back on the platform, was impaled by an axe Galvin was holding, which seemed a random thing to have instead of using a sword he displayed earlier. Wonomi and Monico mauled two witches with their spears. And Flavius kicked down the last living witch, with his sword at her neck.
“You won’t touch her again,” said Flavius.
Charity swung the Crystal Sword at the floating girls who fell gently to the ground. Charity grabbed Naìra in one arm and placed her on the ground. Naìra seemed to be unharmed.
Suddenly a roar echoed in the skies. Five serpent-bodied Dragons were circling around the dragon statue. A shadowy cloud was in the dead center of the five colored Dragons: a red, a blue, a white, a green, and a yellow.
It was the Spirit of the Shadow King and the five Dragons.
“The time has come,” stated the witch Flavius was standing on. She raised her hands and Flavius went flying into the air. The others, who were Marina, Charity, Galvin, Wonomi, and Monico, floated up the air. They were pushed towards the crowd where they stumbled onto some stone-frozen people.
Charity lost her grip on the Crystal Sword into the crowd after she was dumped to the ground.
For the three slain witches, they rose up if they were never harmed. The Spirit of Lusìvar descended on the now four witches and the witches began to chant and their voices began to spur out a dark fog. Their voices lent out screeching words:
It is time show you all
That it is your time to fall
We have been waiting to rise with the best allies
We are now the queens of these lands
We will now be loved
We are no longer going to be
