With the enemy breeching the school the professors knew the action necessary. Together they said ‘doraskii’ and the bridge cracked like thunder. Suddenly the stone toppled, cutting the school from the rest of the mountain- and the rest of the army.

  Countless men fell into the abyss. Rexford grabbed his sword and ran inside. The carpets dirtied with army boots he hurried, stopping to read the map. He saw The Shadow charge in, one mage blasted at him, but he spun his sword so fast it deflected the spell. Then to quickly close the distance he ran fast, in a sharp turning pattern to avoid their spells. In the corner of his eye he saw a figure run past. Following it, it was a teenager deciding to defend their home. He sprinted toward them, the emerald eyed one saw and with a yell fired earth at him, which he battered away, grabbed them and blasted through a classroom door. The person was thrown to the ground and he unsheathed his blade!

  He met her eyes and he saw his sword hand shake. Despite his position of power he felt very small, like he was looking up at .

  This was wrong. He wanted to kill geoptics because of the terrible things they’d do as adults, the children still had a chance. No, it was in their blood, why wait for the crime to be committed to punish when he could just punish it now?

  He sliced for her, but she jumped away and relentlessly fired bricks around them at him. Battering them away step by step got closer to the geoptic and grabbed her throat and raised his sword, but suddenly saw his own eyes in her… Was this right?

  He had never been confronted like this- he thought the situation would feel great, to do his duty. Every story he read the hero their duty, but should he blindly follow a story? The geoptics fear slashed face suddenly turned to rage and with a scream blasted him away with a pillar of ice, breaking into his ribs! Kneeling she ran out the room and way as he gasped for air.

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  Running into another corridor saw an even younger child, confused and scared, face tear-stained, having leaved their room. The Walking Shadow had cornered him and without hesitation sliced down!

  Rexford felt breathless in a new way, and then bile rose in his throat.

  Suddenly the ground rocked and cracked between The Shadow and him. A section entirely of students’ rooms, it was the policy to never leave, began to levitate away. The lightening weapon fired again! The glistening blue sliced like a gods’ dagger and caused another explosion of blood-red. Entire sections cracked away. A teacher ran to him, before he could collect himself they blasted him with ice, throwing him off! He crashed through already crumbling stone, through levels until crashing onto the ground floor in a cloud of filth. The Shadow sprinted up a staircase to the top of the castle then back peddled… Aiming for a crooked ledge sprinted! The black figure flew through the sky, the surroundings slowed. The glowing white snow glistening like the stars, all against his pitch black armour. He fired a bolt from his gauntlet before landing, straight through the professors’ head. He landed into a roll into the escaping structure.  Another blue burst coated the rock as he broke down doors, killing whatever moved. Black figures, mages on brooms, flew out desperately and he shot a few people dead and slipped off limply. The crystals underneath the rock were levitating it. So he jumped off the edge! Firing a metal wire into the ledge he swung to the underside and with a spiked boot smashed it into the crystal, shattering it like a thousand diamonds! Swinging away he jumped back to the ruins of the school as it tilted and broke apart, rumbling the mountainside.