The once beautiful guild hall is in total shambles. There are broken, or misplaced, oaken tables and chairs, the once marble pillars that stood so regal and proud are now cut up, with swords, axes, and spears jutting out of them, along with their swirling stone faces marred by burns, patches of ice, splashes of water, and chunks of stone missing.
The oak paneled walls are stained with beer, wine, and water. In the middle of the room there is a flurry of motion and sound as sorcerers of all different kinds throw things at each other, fire bolts of magic, hit each other, and find other ways of hurting each other. Where am I during all of this? I am sitting at the north end of the room at the bar, a mug of ale clutched firmly in my thin, strong, bandaged hands, with Jane in front of me on the other side of the bar, cleaning out a couple of the glass mugs that were safe from the grubby hands of the fighting men and woman.
A mug of ale nearly misses my head and I turn to face a tall slender boy with black hair, only half dressed, “Watch it, Leon! And put some clothes on!” I shout, giving him a look of burning hatred. Leon gives me a frightened look before getting knocked flying by Pain.
Before you get too confused by all of the fighting, let me explain. We have 18 regular members who visit the guild hall. There is me, Haron, Tasha, Leon, Pain, Death, Silence, Darkness, Tee, Ren, Mariana, Cameron, Elizar, Jane, Mikiki, Ravon, Gardenia, and Namira.
Splitting it into teams, you have the Fear Four, or Pain, Death, Silence, and Darkness. Pain uses torture magic, making it possible for her to torture anyone in any way she wants with only one touch. Death uses a magic scythe. His magic scythe, called Soul Eater, uses a magic that eats away at anything it touches almost like acid. Silence uses sleep and dream magic. With one touch Silence can put you to sleep, and then he can haunt your dreams with never-ending horrors. Darkness uses dark magic and can make any place he enters as black as night if he wants. He then uses the dark to strike with stealth. All of these wizards are S-class. Together they are everything that people fear: death, pain, silence, and the dark.
Then there is the Nature’s Angels team. All three of its N-class wizards, Gardenia, Mikiki, and Mariana are girls who use nature magic. Nature magic is a type of magic that allows them to control plants.
Of course there is the Thunder Legion. Ren, Tee, and Elizar are the SS-class wizards who make up this combo. All of these sorcerers use electricity magic to zap the wits out of their opponents.
Finally, there is the Supernatural Force. This is the most powerful team that Lionsprite has to offer, containing 2 SS-class wizards, 2 X-class wizards, and 3 Z-class wizards. All of its members are true supernatural forces of great power.
There is Haron, the Crusher, using gravity magic, increasing and decreasing gravity on anything he touches when he pleases. Leon, the Blizzard, using magic to create objects and creatures, living and non, out of ice. Tasha, the Thunder Bolt, using weather magic to change the weather to her own specifications.
Ravon, the Demon Queen, summoning hundreds of different demons by the use of keys which open portals to the Underworld. Cameron, the Warrior, who uses weapons magic to change his weapons and armor at command. Namira, Queen of the Elements, using any element, Earth, Fire, Water, Ice, or Wind, and bending them to her will.
And of course, who can forget me? I am Avana, the Angel of Darkness, using shadow and camouflage magic. I bend shadows to be my puppets; along with creating different objects out of shadow, which can include a pair of large, angel’s wings. Along with this, I use camouflage magic to disappear and reappear.
There are other members of Lionsprite, but these 18 make up the meat of the guild. Of course I left out one, which would be Jane. Jane uses possession magic, letting spirits into her body to partially take her over and make her stronger, but Jane doesn’t go on missions much. Instead, she stays behind and tends to the guild hall for Master Leo.
Now, skipping back to the present.
Another glass mug narrowly misses the back of my head and shatters against the wall next to the little alcove that is the bar. I slam down my mug, which I had been taking a sip from, and spin around in my seat angrily, trying to determine which person had thrown it. Just watching all of them fighting makes my blood boil, “That’s IT!” I shout in annoyance standing up and heading over to a table.
I lean over one end of it, the muscles in my arms flexing slightly as I clamp my hands on either side of the end and lift the table off the ground. Now this wasn’t any tiny, light weight table. It was at least 200 pounds and 3 times my height. I am obviously the strongest in the guild physically.
I swing the table back like a baseball bat and then swing it forward, sweeping all of the fighting guild members off their feet and into a giant pile, “Stop fighting like a bunch of teenage girls! You like idiots. Pull yourself together, get over it, and calm the hell down!” I scream at them, setting the table down in its original position with a loud thud.
All eyes are upon my thin, muscular form as I turn around, my heavy trench coat snapping slightly as it flaps to the left, and I head back to the bar to finish my drink. Haron follows me back, getting himself a drink as well, and the guild hall returns to its normal, friendly, buzzing self.
“So, whose turn is it to pick a mission?” He asks me, pulling up a stool as Jane replaces one of her clean mugs back to the shelf on the back wall.
“Well it was Tasha’s last time, which means that it’s Ravon’s turn.” I tell him, sucking down the last of my ale and turning to find Ravon amongst the members. As usual, she is sitting at a table with Leon and Namira.
Then Haron shouts, “Hear that Ravon? It’s your turn to pick a mission.” She lets off a little groan of annoyance before standing up and making her way to the mission board. I examine her with disdain.
I didn’t mind Ravon most of the time, but her outfit left a lot to the imagination. A short black skirt with a tight, purple tank-top and some black flip-flops. That is all she wore. Her curly, chocolate hair is pulled up in a side ponytail with a purple bow to keep it out of her bright purple eyes.
Now, Namira was different. She always wore a white kimono with a short skirt that came half way down her thighs, and a dark blue obi sash. Her hair was long, straight, and white in a traditional bun, held up by two ornate chopsticks with sapphires on the ends. Her heavy straight bangs fell right above her sapphire blue eyes.
I am awoken from my thoughts by a shout of joy and paper practically being shoved down my throat by Ravon, “Here!” She nearly squeals with excitement. I snatch the paper from her hand with a look of annoyance.
My eyes scan the page quickly before beginning to twitch, “You want us to go undercover in an exotic dancing company?” I all but scream at her.
With a nod and a giggle she says, “Oh yes, and you so have to do it.” Her tone sounds like she is doing this just to torture me, and I simply want to punch her in the face and say “I so had to do that”, but I do restrain myself. It was her turn, and I had to respect that, even if I didn’t like it.
Haron slides one seat down just in case I do hit her, but all he gets is a calm, “Alright, pack up your stuff and meet back here in an hour.” Not quite the reaction that Ravon had hoped for, but the fact that we got to do the mission made her plenty happy enough to skip out of the guild, arm in arm with Leon, laughing it up all the way.
I let out a long breath to calm myself, “Good job.” I hear Haron say, and his hand clamps my shoulder gently as he passes me up to head for his house down the street.
I smile slightly, pulling my dark trench coat tighter around my body before heading for the guild hall doors. I am met by Namira, “You seem tense. What mission did she pick?” The girl asks, her hands folded inside her sleeves.
I hand her the paper and she reads it quickly. As she reads, her thin, white eyebrows disappear under her bangs and her lips purse as if she has a sour taste in her mouth. She gives me a questioning look, and I nod silently, taking the paper back and heading once more for the hall doors, her eyes still watching my back with that look of disdain.
When I reach my house, I simply collapse on the bed, having no real possessions to pack, and wait about 45 minutes. Then, I sit up and head for a mirror, feeling refreshed and ready to go. Even so, I want to make sure I don’t look disheveled or I will never hear the end of it from Ravon and the others.
I look at my high ponytail, holding most of my short, straight, black hair out of my face. I touch my pale cheeks under my almost fluorescent blue eyes, making sure the skin was still tight even with my lack of sleep.
The bandaging around my chest was still on tight and fitted, showing off my dark blue guild symbol located right on my belly button. My tight black shorts looked crisp and nice. My black trench coat looked ratty and old, but I have had it since I was ten. It is going to look like that after so long.
Seeing that I still looked fine, I check to make sure that the laces to my combat boots are still knotted tightly before heading back to the guild hall to meet the others of the Supernatural Force.
Even if this mission was a stupid, annoying one, I was always raring and ready to go and whoop some bad-guy butt.
To Be Continued…