The Ghost of a Prince

Chapter 14

"There it is." Andrew's voice resonated to his right, turning his trash into a small ball and throwing it to the bin. Jonathan followed it with his eyes and turned his attention to the boy. He was almost certain it was the first time Andrew wasn't standing in a perfect posture. "You look constipated again,"

Jonathan's cheeks turned a faint shade of pink, "Something's wrong." he mumbled. His mouth turned into a line.

"Many things are wrong," he stated as if it was a fact "Starting with the pile of homework that we have." Andrew shrugged, Jonathan rolled his eyes in silence discontent. "Anything that can be done about your constipation?"

"Doubtful." Jonathan sighed, staring at his phone screen. The lack of messages or calls only increased the same unpleasant feeling.

Andrew rose an amused eyebrow, glancing at the homework that now rested half-done in Jonathan's desk. "How can you know if you don't try? I could be a never-ending fountain of wisdom."

Jonathan sighed, returning bach to his work, "Alright then," he surrendered, figuring having another perspective might help him. "I have a bad feeling..."

"Aha" Andrew nodded, signaling with a movement of the hand for him to continue.

Jonathan stared at him up and down, sighing. "But I don't know where it comes from."

"Did you do all the homework?" Andrew smiled with mockery. Jonathan rolled his eyes, closing his notebook with the last of the questions answered.

"It's not because of that." he settled.

Andrew hummed, putting a hand under his chin as if he was deep in thought. "Is it related to the time you came to school looking like if you had died and then brought back to life?"

Jonathan rose an eyebrow, "I suppose it could be." he muttered, staring at his phone.

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Valerie's sword clashed against the knight's who grunted as if he was trying to figure out how to speak for the first time. An arrow flew by her side, narrowly missing both her and the knight. She took a step back and turned to see Philip aiming at them. The second arrow hit the knight in the crevice of the elbow. The impact made the knight drop its sword.

"We shouldn't have returned those swords." Gabriel complained loud enough for Valerie to hear. After that, a soccer ball collided against metal and the boy shouted like he did whenever he scored in a game. Valerie half-smiled.

She swung the sword above the knight's head as it knelt to retrieve the sword. She was ready to strike when the second knight's sword stopped her from giving it a final blow. She let out a curse now faced with the reality of fighting two creatures at the same time. The second knight promptly aimed at her head to which she rose her shield. She moved her head to get the few strands of hair that had fallen on her face out of her line of vision.

'Practical my ass' she thought.

She overheard Philip curse, and mention a lack of arrows. It distracted her enough to realize that while she had successfully managed to stop one knight from aiming at her head, the shield had prevented her from seeing the other knight aiming at her leg. By the time she noticed, a hockey stick was stopping the sword from maiming her leg. She turned to see Iman with a frown in her forehead but a satisfied smile in her features.

"Had to improvise." she muttered, holding the hockey stick tight and rising it like she would a saber. Valerie smiled, rising the shield to her side and aiming at the knights.

"Better be careful, they get pretty pissed when you hit them." Valerie muttered at Iman, her sword crashing against the knight's, one arrow landing on her shield.

"Gabriel mentioned something like that." Iman retorted. The hockey stick collided against the knight's helmet, and it resonated like a bell. She took a step behind Valerie who rose her shield to prevent an upcoming blow from hitting Iman.

Valerie's sword collided against a knight's while the rest were doing their best to be a hindrance to the other. Her sword clashed against the knight's back and fort. The knight moved to her side, extending his sword and the sharp sensation of being prickled with a needle grew in her arm. She took a step back, using Excalibur to press the knight's sword away from her. Valerie knit her eyebrows together, a fine layer of sweat formed in her forehead before she stared at the shield in her hand.

"Stand back." she instructed unsure of whether anyone was close to her or if Iman had already left. Valerie took a few steps back. She turned her sword into a bracelet doing her best to dodge the attacks rather than doing anything to counter them. She prayed her idea would work, and that she had good enough of an aim.

She grabbed the shield between her hands and threw it at the nearest knight. The shield collided against the knight's stomach, the metal, made an astounding sound that filled her ears like a church's bell. Valerie smiled in satisfaction.

She hurried, returning the bracelet back into a sword and taking advantage of the brief lack of balance in the knight to push the sword in the same place where the shield had caused an indenture. The knight grabbed her arm as she pushed the sword and pressed her wrist tight enough to make Valerie aware that she would at least have a bruise.

The knight crumbled to dust, and Valerie shook her wrist, realizing the bone was misplaced, but feeling little more than if it was a bruise. She turned to the other knight whose sword was piercing a soccer ball.

Valerie rose her sword, stepping in the knight's direction, ready to attack when he withdrew his own sword and put it in the scabbard. He turned to Valerie and knelt in front of her, like Bors had done after her first fight. She knit her eyebrows together, her sword pressed tight in her right hand. He rose from the ground and walked past her until he stood in front of Audrey who was holding a few of Phillip's arrows in her hands.

Valerie tensed, following the knight from up close. She got ready to strike when the knight took a bow in front of Audrey, his sword now in his hands making an offering. Audrey stared at the knight up and down. The arrows tumbling to the floor were the only noise around them.

The knight stood as till as a statue. Audrey stared at both Valerie and Gabriel with clear surprise and fear in her eyes. Gabriel shrugged, and Valerie rose her sword. With a trembling hand, Audrey took the sword out of the knight's hands and held it by the handle like a tidy person holds a dirty cloth. The knight then rose and making a respectful bow towards each of the people left he vanished.

All eyes turned to Audrey.Her eyes opened wide, and she dropped the sword like it burned.

A.N

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