[Prologue]    [Chapter 1]   [Chapter 2]    [Chapter 3]    [Chapter 4]    [Chapter 5]    [Chapter 6]    [Chapter 7]    [Chapter 9]    [Chapter 10]    [Chapter 11]    [Chapter 12]    [Chapter 13]    [Chapter 14]    [Chapter 15]    [Chapter 16]    [Chapter 17]    [Chapter 18]    [Chapter 19]    [Chapter 20]    [Chapter 21]    [Chapter 22]    [Chapter 23]    [Chapter 24]    [Chapter 25]    [Chapter 26]    [Chapter 27]    [Chapter 28]    [Chapter 29]    [Chapter 30]    [Epilogue]
   

Chapter 8

They stopped at a door. Loray pressed an unseen button on the wall and a small screen was showing a corridor and a door to a room.
    “Nobody’s out there, that’s good,” said Loray.
    The screen was switched off and the door in front of them opened. They all walked through. Jaron looked to his left, where there was a corridor. Jaron then stopped walking and looked at his right, a dead end. He then looked up a little and saw a security camera.
    “The screen was showing what the camera saw,” he noted in his head. He then looked forward, finding that Loray and Zana had walked through the open door in front of him and into the parlour. He followed them in.
    “I’ll just stand guard outside,” said Loray.
    He left the room. Jaron walked immediately to the window sill where certain Tyron objects were placed like trophies. He picked up and opened a small box. On one side was a pile of gold ribbons, and on the other side were 2 silver ribbons.
    “3 silver ribbons altogether,” said Jaron to himself.
    “So what?” asked Zana, walking to the other Tyron.
    “Well, why wasn’t yours taken off?” asked the blonde prince.
    “They prefer silver to gold.” Zana took the little box and took out the top gold ribbon. He smiled. “Here, let me put this on you.”
    Jaron bent his head slightly as Zana clipped the ribbon on. Jaron could feel Zana’s fingertips tickle his head-feather slightly. When Zana was done, Jaron had picked up a handle (randomly) and walked over to a mirror. He stared at himself.
    “I look like a King,” he admiringly thought. That was when Jaron finally noticed what he was holding. “The Air Blade?”
    “Would you like to learn how to use it my King?” Zana said in a show-off voice.
    Jaron rolled his eyes. “I know how to use it.” Zana just stood there grinning. Jaron then activated the Air Blade. He stared at it.
    “There’s nothing there,” he said and put his hand where a blade should be, finding a force that bounced his hand off. It seemed like wind. Jaron looked up at Zana with a small smile. “I suppose they’re meant to call this the Wind Blade, huh?”
    “They should do but they don’t. I guess it’s in respect for the inventors that named it. You know, if you picture a sword in your head…” Zana shrugged.
    Jaron did just that. He pictured a sword in his head and then felt along the wind to find that he could feel a sharp blade. He let go of the picture and the wind was ‘just wind’ once more. Jaron then pointed the blade to the Tyron flag (sun-yellow and sunset-orange striped in the background with a pair of black wings in the middle) that was hanging. He focused the energy to make the flag flutter, then made the wind make it flap.
    As Jaron did this, Zana looked behind and found another Air Blade. “There’s one missing.”
    “What?” Jaron asked.
    “Tyrony has 3 Air Blades Jaron,” Zana explained. “There’re only 2 in this room. Ingree must have it.”
    Jaron and Zana were then both able to hear loud voices next door. Zana flew up to a part of a wall, Jaron flew to the same part. There was a little screen with buttons underneath it-like the one in the tunnel.
    “A Tyron design,” Jaron noted in his head. Zana pressed
the red button and a picture showed up. Ingree and Kayla were mad and annoyed and were ordering people about very snappily. Then Dira came in and started complaining like a little girl, Jaron and Zana couldn’t help but giggle. Then a Catlan with black, straight and spiky hair (he was the one who arrested Vanus and Salra) walked up to the King and Queen very calmly.
    Zana’s face became tensed with anger. “That’s him.”
    “What?” Jaron asked, looking at Zana.
    “The guy with the spiky hair, he killed your parents,” told Zana.
    That was a blow for the would-be King of Tyrony. Jaron felt that he had to put his feet on the ground. He quickly fell to the floor and took deep breaths, then looked up a few moments later to find Zana standing right in front of him.
    “Zana, do you know where to find plenty of nets? And could you then come into the arena by the back door?” asked Jaron.
    Zana shrugged. “I think so, but if the guards are at Code Red then it’ll take me over 30 minutes.”
    “Then go, get in by the back as soon as you can. Got it?”
    Zana nodded and ran into the corridor. Jaron walked very closely to the other door, but not close enough to open it. He then switched on the Air Blade. He made a large gust with his weapon.
    “If there’s ever a great time to capture the Catlan leaders, it’s now.” Jaron stared at the door. He then took a huge breath, took a few steps forward-opening the door-and threw the gust into the Royal Arena. He ran in as the gust caused chaos. He saw about 6 Catlan servants ducking and wondering how so much wind appeared. Right in front of him was a huge, sloped ring on the floor, for 2 people to fight in. Ingree and Kayla were sitting on a huge throne for two, spread out golden wings stood up at the back. Princess Dira stood next to her Mum, the whole Catlan Royal Family had shock and surprise on their fierce faces. Jaron stopped running. He forgot to look on his left.
    “Who is he?” thought Kayla.
    “Mother, he looks a lot like Rida,” Dira pointed out.
    “I’m his brother,” Jaron said with stern look in his eyes. Ingree then smiled in welcome.
    “Jaron, how lovely it is for you to visit us,” greeted the Catlan King.
    “Are you just happening to talk about the people being set free or the Catlans running away, Your Majesty?” Jaron mocked. He walked down the slope onto the circular floor, then slowly walked across. “I believe that’s mine thankyou.” Jaron looked at the throne.
    He carried on walking, silence all around. Then had to quickly lean back as 3 daggers missed his chest by millimetres and flew to the wall on his right. Laughter erupted. Jaron stared at the daggers, panting and in shock, then straightened himself and finally looked at his left. Relaxingly standing in a throwing position was his parents’ killer. He easily dropped his arm and grinned an evil grin.

©Ruth Amy Louise Hüneke 2008