Chapter 21: a brave girl

Things racing in Emily's mind as she realizes her arm was glowing. She held out her arm and what materialized in front of her made her happy. She was ecstatic. Her very own blade, in the usual shape of a sword. She was a bit disappointed that she didn't get something other than just a sword, but it did affect how she felt in that time. In her amusement she tried some practice swings. It was surprisingly light for her, but for a weapon that is supposed to be heavy enough to only have its user be comfortable with using it, it made sense that it was so light. She was so happy, then she realized. Owen! Trent! They could be in trouble. She wasted no time. She darted out of the front door of the gym to meet her friends. What she saw made her freeze in place. Lying unconscious on the ground was Owen and Trent. As her eyes glided across the scene in front of her, she saw a big, pitch black figure with red eyes and horns standing above her father's unconscious body. She watched as a man, dangling by his neck by the creature's grip, was impaled by three long, sharp claws. The claws went through the man's neck. Blood gushed out of the man's neck as the creature threw him elsewhere. This was too much. She felt like she couldn't control herself. Emily began thinking of all the times her father used to tell her that he love her.

'Did he really mean it,' she thought. She held her weapon in her hand. Was he really there for her all that time? She started to sprint towards the creature. Did he really care? She then screamed as she approached it. Why did he hurt all these people? Did he know? Did he plan this? Was this all just a ploy? When she got up to the spirit she could only think one thing...

"I HATE YOU!," Emily screamed as she drove her blade through the pitch black figure. The creature screeched in pain as Emily continued to drive her blade into it. Every single time she jabbed the blade somewhere on the figures body, she would cry out, " I hate you, I hate you, I hate you, I hate you, I hate you, I hate you!"

Tears started streaming down the girl's face with every jab. The spirit then smacked her off and went flying toward Owen. Before she stopped she rolled and skinned her arm on the ground. She tried to pick herself up to look at the beast, but she couldn't quite get up. She collapsed on the ground. She could hear the creature's footsteps get closer to her. She looked up to see the pitch black face and red eyes of the evil creature. Its red eyes stared her down. Its eyes squinting in a face that looked like it couldn't fathom the situation it was in. It then spoke in its deep, demonic voice, "You, Emily. You are not scared? I thought you of all people would be. Your father sure was. He was trembling. All of his love for you diminished when I showed him that you didn't mean much to him. I made him realize that he hates you. He was just telling you everyday how he really feels"

"You're lying. He didn't hate me. Its all you," Emily said trying to pick herself up again.

"Oh please, don't even try dearie. It's no use to try to get up. You're father is not worth dying over. In my opinion, he should have died a long time ago. And I thought I was evil," it said as it cackled. "Just face it, your father hated you. He wanted nothing to do with you, you foolish, naïve little girl."

"Shut up! Shut up!," Emily shouted as tears streamed down her face. Then, all of a sudden, in a flash, blocking the monster's gaze was a person with short, blue hair.

"Don't worry, I'll take over from here," said the blue haired person.

"W-who are you?," Emily asked.

"My name is Michelle...but you can just call me Mikka," Mikka said with a smile.

"M-Michelle?...t-that means you're a...," Emily said.

Mikka lunged forward at the spirit.

"That's right, I am a girl," Mikka said. Mikka then whispered to herself, "...now a brave one. Just like you."

With one slash, Mikka cut the spirit in half and Emily watched as the creature then disappeared. Mikka felt tired, but there was a big smile across her face. She then started laughing. Mikka then cheered and jumped with excitement.

"I did it! I did it! I did it!," Mikka said with a big grin.

"Very good, Mikka, but can you come and help me, please," Ted said trying to pick Len up to wrap his punctured neck.

"Oh! Len!!," Mikka said as she realized. She then rushed over to help Ted in carrying Len away from the area.

Emily then heard a groan from underneath her. It startled her so she shot up to look underneath her. She then saw Owen trying to pick himself up. Owen then sat on the grass, because he didn't feel like he had enough strength to get up. Owen looked up at Emily, whom was stunned. Emily then blushed with Embarrassment and then sat next to Owen to make sure he was okay.

"Are you feeling okay? Can you stand?," Emily said putting her hand on his forehead. His forehead felt warm, like he was in a really bad fever.

"Y-you're hot! Would you like to lay down?," Emily said.

Owen then smiled and nodded to her. He then shut his eyes and put his head on Emily's shoulder. Emily then blushed and tried laying him on the grass. She just sat there and watched him doze off.

"Thank you," Emily said as she was blushing.