Blood Oath
by T.L. Clarke
Rosalinda’s face turned sickly green as she gagged. “Dios, they’re drinking their blood like vampires. Who are they?”
We looked at each other anxiously because we instinctively knew who they were, the Banished, the enemies of the Eternals and Elementi. Grossly deformed, they stood waiting with clawlike hands and reptilian tongues darting out, tasting the air as if searching for more victims to drain.
“We can’t just stand here. We have to do something.” Jessica’s voice was husky with emotion as she nervously rubbed her now-glowing scarlet pendant. Zora quickly pushed up her eyeglasses that fell familiarly to the tip of her narrow nose.
“Like what? Our scarlet pendants are not strong enough to conjure up ample magic to cast a strong spell to hurt them,” she said with frustration, “so logically, there is nothing that we can do, and fighting is not an option. We’re just not ready.” Rosalinda’s face looked green, like she was one step away from puking on the floor.
“In other words, you mean that we would end up dead like the rest of the Normals out there,” she responded coldly.
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