Glad you could join us for the next heroic episode of Elliot’s Adventures. If you’re new here, you can catch up by returning to the beginning, and reading really fast…
Spike jerked around so quickly, Vernon’s stinger sliced, but didn’t stab, and as he pulled back to strike again, Spike slashed out, drawing a searing cut across Vernon’s chest.
“So that’s how it is, huh?” Spike snarled, backing away. He wiped the dripping blood from his own wound and licked it off his hand. “Let’s see how yours tastes, my friend,” he crooned, throwing himself at Vernon’s thorax, biting at his torn skin.
With a shriek, Vernon ripped himself from Spike’s mouth. Warm blood flowing, he fell backward, wings crumpled beneath him, sparks of pain flashing before his eyes. Then a flaming sword of anguish thrust into his abdomen, and laughter clanged in his ears as Spike escaped.
A wave of dread swept through Arturo as Spike limped up to Mr. D’Arc, panting, “Go. Finish him.”
A slow smile spreading across his face, Mr. D’Arc rose into the air. “Wid de greatest of pleasure,” he murmured, and he was gone.
“What happened, Mr. Spike?” Panic tinted Arturo’s voice.
“A change of plan. The Kingdom of Fen has chosen all out war, so we won’t be needing Bog’s little princess any more.”
Gingerly, Spike crept up the flower and moved toward Cassandra, arms outstretched to push her into the inescapable depth.
Her eyes found Arturo’s, begging just as his sister’s had.
Without thinking, Arturo seized Spike from behind and flung him backwards over his head, yelling, “No! You won’t touch her!” He heard a muffled thud and spun around to see Spike sliding into his own dark destiny, screaming, cursing, howling until the only sound was the faint bursting bubble of a life well lost.
Arturo turned to Cassandra. “We have to get you out of here before Mr. D’Arc comes back! Take my hands.” His wings straining, he gasped for breath, pulling against gravity and fate as the princess struggled to push her way out of the slippery casket.
To be continued. . .