An Assuring from a Friend

"Fight for yourself."

The words of Owen kept resounding in the ears of Avie, as she trekked homewards, as the sun volunteered to tan her fair skin, brown.

"Mom I'm home", at what seemed like hours of walking, Avie finally reached her house.

Sounds of cutleries and kitchen utensils greeted, while a pleasant, mouth watering aroma wafted through the air.

"If it isn't my princess", her mother said smiling, as she drew Avie into a hug.

"How was school today, oh before we chat let's eat, don't want us to ruin this sumptuous dinner with school events", her mother verbalized, as she returned back to the kitchen, while Avie prepared the dining table for dinner.

"So let's proceed to what happened at school today", her mother voiced, as she initiated the conversation after they had their dinner.

"Well, I got detention today", Avie said, as she hung her head low in shame.

"What happened Avie?!", her mother said in a low motherly voice.

"I stucked, I couldn't answer a question correctly, and that earned me detention", Avie said with a sour expression.

"It's ok honey, I understand", her mother said, as she drew her into a warm hug.

Silent sobs of Avie could be heard.

It became night as she finished her homework, and had her soft dinner. She went to sleep very snuggly as she began to disappear into her darkness.

Clang!!

Boom!!

Slash!!

"All shall bow, mwahahahaha", a demonic face said, as he let out an eerie laughter.

Shouts and chants reigned through the massive area.

"All shall bow!"

"All shall bow!"

"Spare no one", the demon looking figure muttered.

Fire was around everyone like a ring, while screams and cries shuddered through the city.

"Leave me alone!", a feminine voice said, as she struggled with the minions of the demonic figure.

"Bring her to me!", the demon looking figure said.

"Such a beautiful maiden!", he said, as soon as he saw her face, when she was brought before him. Her two hands were held behind her by his minions.

"You don't deserve to die", he said, stroking her cheek with the back of his fingers.

"Join me, I'll grant you all your wishes, I'll give you power—most importantly, I'll spare your life", he rasped, still stroking her cheek.

"Never!!", she said, as she spat at his face.

"Then—die", he said slowly, after wiping the sputum of his face.

"Die!!!", he screamed again madly, as he brought his great sword, with a powerful swing to her face.

*BOFF*….

 In what seemed like a few minutes of darkness, a voice reigned out silently in the midst of the dark.

"You're not alone…..I'm with you…..you can do this…..I believe in you…..rise to your feet…...stand like a warrior….you are more than what you see yourself as…..you must be strong...brave...wise….relentless…..you have to uphold your father's legacy…", a distant voice spoke in the darkness.

"My father?! I don't know him….wait...what?! What legacy are you talking about?! Who are you?!", a feminine voice inquired in the darkness.

"I'm just a friend...I come to reassure you….I came to help and change your weakness to strength…..to change your unbelievable to faith...hope….I am here to bring you out of this darkness….to light..to answer all those questions you've been looking for answers for....I'm your Assuring Friend", the voice replied.

"Then, what's your name?!", the feminine voice asked.

"My name is As—"

"Avie!! It's morning wake up!" 

Her mother's voice yanked Avie from the flustering dream she was having.

"My assuring friend", Avie muttered to herself.

"You're going to be a late little girl!!", her mother's voice sent vibrations to her spine, disrupting her thoughts about the dream she had, as she hurried to get prepared for school.

Her mother started cooking bacon and eggs, which the smell intensified as Avie walked down the stairs. 

"Here is your breakfast", her mother said.

"Thank you."

She took the bacon and fed it into her mouth. Her mother was probably the best at cooking breakfast. The smell that could grab people like a hound of dogs.

Avie looked at the next bacon that rested on her plate—but it smelled much different.

It was a redolence of blood, or something like that. 

She decided to pass on that one.

In the Halls of Hemor

Cling—Clang!!

Footsteps rumble through the halls—it being the only sound in the silent hall. The hall was a light tint of shining tan. 

Two guards—with armor which the breastplate had metallic bumps—strolled behind the young prince.

Yizak wore a bright yellow-oversized robe that covered his shoes. 

Most likely, comfortable.

    "Would you even like being a prince for some kingdom?", Yizak asked.

Nothing.

"Do you even talk?"

No reply.

Yizak rolled his eyes and sentenced them to leave him. The guards bowed undeniably and parted their ways. 

He entered into his room, which had soft blankets that wiped around the room. And soft floors that felt like comforters for his feet.

Yizak sighed.

He jumped onto the bed and sighed again, except it was heavier. 

Ting!

He looked at the window, which was covered with certains. He slowly walked up, a bit shaky, and creeped as he went towards it.

Ting!

The sound got louder and much scarier, bizarre as he slowly opened the curtain.

He saw the drops of the sad rain slowly revealing as the curtain unfurled. 

But, one thing wasn't right.

A decoration of a red splash that began to squeeze it's tears and smear the window.

Blood!

Yizak gagged in his mouth and nimbly wrapped himself in his glorious sheets.

But that couldn't put him to sleep. He started breathing heavily, as the thought began to reach into him more powerful than before.

WILDHANE HIGH

Owen grabbed his books from the locker silently, and closed it. He sighed quietly and looked towards Avie, not by purpose.

As Avie continued to navigate herself to her locker, she wobbled unnoticeably.

She screamed and rammed herself to the floor heftly.

But then, she heard something that was quite obvious to believe.

"I can't see, I can't see!", someone mocked as they closed their eyes and waved their hands around.

Owen sighed. She heard nothing I said, did she, he thought in his mind. 

Avie looked around and saw the small boy with hair that graved through the eye, with a black shirt with big white letters.

Avie's face changed, and her eyes began to mingle and harden.

She dusted her silky black sleeves and pulled them up—in a way when your wife takes off her earrings when she's mad.

Wak-ta!

She kicked the boy—leaving him colliding with the locker. He partially got up and weakly raised his legs.

He charged with a hit but with a failed attempt, he landed onto the floor. 

He got up from his position again, looking more roughed than ever.

He charged and thrusted towards her.

Bom!

The kick suddenly made a different sound—pushing him very far from Avie.

Crash!!

Students hysterically observed and murmured the whole scene, standing in awe. 

"Who are you?"

"She's weird."

"What the he—"

"'I'm getting out of here!"

They began to disperse from Avie except Owen who was still hysterically in awe.

Avie sat down on her knees and sobbed under her hot sweater. Owen looked around to see if anyone was there, then he softly touched Avie.

"What happened there?"

Nothing.

Avie continued to cry inside of her sweater, and her hair seemed to darken as she cried. Owen's face mingled softly and shook his head silently. 

"It's okay", Owen said softly, to be as comforting and warm as possible.

But as comforting as it was, Avie began to quietly groan. 

"No, it isn't!", she shouted as she got up.

"You specifically told me to stand up for myself—now, everyone hates me more!" 

She pushed Owen with a powerful force which smashed him to the locker.

"Ow!", he silently rasped, as he rubbed his head. But he had way worse—making a small reaction.

Arthur's House

*Knock*

Arthur turned his view to the front door, and went up from his seat. 

"Hello?"

"Salutations, Arthur," Det. Doxin greeted as he adjusted his suit.

Arthur's house was a modern house with two stories with gold and brown, with a front door with an off-key of red. 

"What's the problem?"

"Many things in the world my friend—but this is nothing that's crime related."

"Oh", Arthur responded with a thoughtful face. "Well, come in monsieur.

"Let me set you with something."

Doxin settled himself onto the purple glowing sofa, and in front of it was a round table with a cute bundle of flowers with a picture of Arthur and his wife.

"Well, I've heard of you."

Doxin turned around and saw a woman with a soft face and glossy lips. 

Her skin was a paled tan with black hair that slicked behind her ears which had small earrings.

She wore a black formal dress that was embarked on the first four inches of her sleeves.

Doxin stared at the picture to her—which was a resemblance. 

"Oh, well."

"I'm a friend of your husband, at the least."

The woman stared at him silently.

"Yes, I know that."

Arthur entered with a plate of pink frosted donuts and two cups of black tea.

He looked specifically at Doxin as his face was a bit surprised.

"Oh yes, meet my wife, Claudette!", Arthur exclaimed with a great delight.

"Hello, Mrs. Banner", Doxin greeted, ignoring the introduction to her name.

Claudette scoffed politely. "You can just call me, Claudette. I'll be leaving for the woman's meeting."

She left a little bunt kiss on the cheek on Arthur, then left the house. 

Seconds after her disappearance, Arthur sat down softly.

"Eh bien, so what was it you wanted to talk to me about?"