Portals by Leslie Edens

Author:Leslie Edens [Edens, Leslie]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Spectricity Books
Published: 2019-10-24T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eleven

The Battle for the Coming End

I grabbed their hands. Oskar, Trenton, and I formed a circle.

“Stay together,” I said.

A great ripple of dark clouds swept toward us like a mighty ocean wave. When it hit, we spun and flipped in its momentum, gasping and holding tight to each other. At last, it subsided. I sat up to find us sprawled on the same flat cloud plain.

“Where’s Emmett?” I searched the horizon, the white void above and below.

“I don’t see him,” said Trenton, looking all around with me.

“There!” Oskar pointed.

Far away on the white plain strode Emmett the All, the bident in his hand. He marched swiftly toward a twisting pile of black clouds that rose from the horizon. Within the clouds, I made out a shape. Old and spindly, tall and bent: the Bellum. He leaned on his long staff. Or was he crouching—ready to strike?

I groaned.

“Him again” I said. “He always comes back. Remember when I thought I’d taken him out? I was such a fool.”

“Oskar told you,” said Trenton, shaking his finger in my face. “But did you listen?”

“Shh, Tense.” Oskar kissed Trenton quick, behind the ear.

Trenton blushed.

“Let me tell Heather off myself,” said Oskar.

“Go ahead. Brag about how you were right.” I braced myself to be mocked.

“You fought a very brave fight,” said Oskar. He bowed his head to me graciously. “I have nothing but respect for you as a spiritualist.”

“That’s how you tell someone off?” My mouth dropped open. Then I went after Trenton. “Why can’t you be a gentleman, like your boyfriend Oz?”

“Eep!” said Trenton, his eyes bugging out.

I thought he was responding to me, but when he kept staring past me, I turned.

Beneath the Bellum, I spied two people. Both with spiky hair. One taller, in a leather jacket. One shorter, with great big glasses like owl’s eyes. They cowered, clinging to each other under the Bellum’s swaying form.

He brought them here. If I knew Bellum, he wouldn’t let them go until he got what he wanted.

“Lily!” I screamed. “Sam!”

—Don’t come any closer!

It was Sam! My all-seeing brother, tuned in on our personal psychic channel.

—I got your summons. You didn’t have to scream, Heather.

From a hundred feet away, the gaunt old spirit god eyed me with disdain. Evil energy oozed out of him, its charge thick in the air. Standing near, I felt weak and drained.

Emmett emerged from the clouds, twenty paces from Bellum, and they stared each other down. Not a word passed between them, but the air zinged with charge, and I had a funny feeling that, like me and Sam, they could communicate without others hearing.

“So it begins. The battle for the Coming End,” said Emmett.

He raised his bident high. In his hand it began to spin, gathering energy. The Bellum raised his staff. They never lost eye contact.

We waited, hardly daring to breathe.

Without warning, Emmett shot into the air and leveled his bident at Bellum. Bolts of spectricity crackled the air and slammed into the cloud surface with the force of a blast of lighting.

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