LESLEY

“P-princess . . . please fall back . . . we’ll take the rear . . . please!” Cried by annoying lancers who kept on close to me. I know they are assigned by my father to keep me safe. But this is war! Father must be underestimating me and think that I’m on my way. He’s over protective to the point that it’s bringing shame to our Race.

In this case, I must show to him that I don’t need protection in the middle of the war and I’m a useful weapon for the Race, and I am his daughter, Lesley of the edge race!

“Don’t mind me, lancers, I know you are following father’s orders, but we must win this war. You must also take care of your lives,” I said with authority to the lancers with furrowed eyes. They all froze at what they heard. Good, they are following my command. “Forward lancers!” I roared with my human-cyborg screech from my steel throat!

But when I turn to the field as we advance . . .

“P-princess watch out!” shouted a lancer as he pointed his finger to my back. He looks terrified, what is he afraid of? Is it some Jurassic? Fine, I’ll incinerate them. If it's some witch, I’ll make a hole with my beam in their bodies. If it’s some barbarian, no problem at all, I’ll show them which Race is superior in might.

I grin at the lancer to give him hope and courage. I turned, and there were tremendous colors in the air being written like the stars on how they hung in the sky. This is the doing of witches, alright nothing to worry about at all.

So, I turn to my lancers who are under my command now, “What are you afraid of with some filthy witches?” I cried to them.

But their eyes even though they are modified humans, could still decry from their faces that they are still terrified, which I don’t understand.

“Hello princess, you’re cuter than I thought,” a voice coming from the colors. I glare harder, I can't see who it is. But I know it’s just a witch, I’ll burn them when they show up.

“Where are you staring at cutie? Are you blind or something?” Another voice spoke. I turn left and right. There is nobody, only but the colors and glitters in the air.

“Hey, hey, we’re here above princess,” a third voice uttered. What? Above? So, I tilt my sight high, my eyes widened. Three wizards, with their gleaming cloaks, flowing in the air. And they seem to be stepping in the air, is this one of their tricks?

“P-princess . . . that’s . . . “one of the lancers uttered as he cracked his voice, what is he talking about? “M-magi!”

My breath halted when I heard the name. Which one of them? The steel veins in my body seem to have a problem as it reacts to what I feel and think. I felt fear upon hearing that name. Father always tells us their tales, their evil deeds and their capacity. Most importantly, what to do when we encounter them. Should I call my big brothers? No! This is my opportunity to impress my father! If I can pull this off, to kill them, I’m sure father will be proud!

“Don’t be afraid lancers, regardless if it’s really Magi, you got me on your side, we will defeat them!” I cried with optimism without turning to them.

“B-but princess, it’s Magi,” said among the lancers.

“Those who want to retreat, then go, but to those who want to fight for the Edge race, fight with me!” I roared. I heard motions of boosters and blasts. It seems a lot of them are afraid indeed of these wretched witches.

“We will protect you, princess,” said the lancer. I turned over my shoulder, only 3 of them remained.

“Alright then, shall we?” I said as I turned to the enemy above.

“It’s three against three then,” said one of them, with his looks, he’s just a boy, with false hope and enthusiasm. I’m sorry for this poor witch boy because today will be his last.

The witch in the middle yawn then turned into laughter. “Here I was so excited to face Theophilus, but he’s not with the princess, I’m not interested with that small cyborg. Mo, I'll leave them to you,” he said.

“What about me, my Preeminent?” Complained the boy.

Magi sighed, “Do whatever you want young Exo.”

“Alright! Let’s go, master Mo!”

The other witch sighed as well and frowned at the boy, “Then let’s go.”

These witches are dreaming as if that’ll be easy. “Lance--” the witch kid was already in front of me! What is this trick? He stretched his hands towards me as if I’d let his filthy hands touch me. And the other old witch is behind me, he thinks I didn’t notice him. These two are both obviously idiots!

I activated the energy that was stored within me, a heat gathered in my chest and back. And holes in my back going down opened up. Cherubic nano-wings alchemized from the hole, and now hang in my back in the air with inches of distance. It’s floating but still attached to my electromagnetic body. These cherubic wings are my special weapon to fire a horizontal laser beam as long as I can absorb the sunlight.

They both halted and jumped back in a distance. I thought they are a fool; they have a sense of fear after all. Then good, then I’m going to use that fear against them to destroy them.

“Lancers, back me up,” I uttered. And I charged my cherubic wings, and the mouth of each wing breathed a sharp light that pierced the air creating vociferate sound as it traveled beyond the eyes.

Both of them were hit even though they were on the opposite side. These lasers will follow you as soon as I can read your location, and I don't have to turn.

They exploded, I never thought that this would be this powerful. Well, I never used this weapon before since this was installed on me by Doctor Luke.

I turned above where this Magi was remaining standing in the air. I look at him with a pale look as I pity him, “It looks like this will be the end of your Race.”

I waited for his reply and I want to see him tremble in fear before I burn him. He was meeting my eyes--frowning. “Like father, like daughter.”

What did he say!? I kept my calm as I got the upper hand, perhaps I will show him mercy at least. “Do you have any last words witch King?”

He looked away, frowning, he squinted at the area, as if he’s looking for something or someone. Yes, I heard earlier that he want to face the barbarian King, Theophilus.

“Don’t worry filthy witch, I’ll incinerate that barbarian for you after I finish you,” I said to him with a grim assurance.

He looked back at me, and looked away, he sighed, “Those two, they just went straight home, lazy Warlocks . . . “

What did he say? Did he lose his mental capacity? This witch is really this pathetic?

“Is this what happens to the brain of wizards before they die? They become crazy. Well, I bet you don’t understand me now with that status of your brain.”

“Huh? What are you spouting, you scrap piece of steel-junk princess?” What did he say? “Look at where you shoot at that lousy weapon of yours.”

I turned to check indeed. I can see a burning trunk of wood. What is the meaning of this? I turned to the witch, but he was gone.

“I’m right here,” he said behind my ear. I jerked and swung my hard elbow, but I hit the air. He dashed backward. What is going on?. I accelerated my cherubic wings and fire both mouths at him. It was too fast for him to react or dodge. He’s done!

“Not bad, I should say, it did scratch my shield craft,” he said inside the smoldering explosion where I launched my lasers. The smoke got sucked and it was him as he stretches his hand side wards. His other hand is raised towards me. And before him, a color weird letters in the air forming a square. A shield magic trick. But no way a magic trick could handle those powerful blasts!

He turned his open palm into a fist. My body, it’s moving on its own, I’m being dragged, what’s going on? What is it that’s dragging me? Is it a powerful magnet? I glanced at his face; he was grinning. So, this is his magic trick, what am I going to do now? I have been pulled from my feet and now floating in the air--going towards him.

My eyes tremble as it widened open, I can see in his other hand that he’s holding a sharp object. It's a weapon! He’s going to stab me.

The three lancers jump forward from his back. They did it with silent moves. This guy is dead! I can see all three of them, they have alchemized their culverin gun into a sharp weapons. This is the key to finish this witch King.

As my lips curved up, my face and my entire body shook, as unexpectedly, he pulled me faster as the witch gestured his arm. And all of a sudden, I was next to one of the lancers. Not next, but I was like a twig being slammed against the lancer. He was blown in pieces; his parts of the body tore apart. My body gut pummeled with that, but I’m still in one piece. But my body and brain felt the impact and sent a warning in my brain that I’m about to get destroyed. My cherubic wings tore another lancer as I was smashed towards him like a whip, and my wings shattered like fragile steel. My chest crushed the last lancer like I was a wrecking ball, and he was a thin wall that shattered into thin air. I knew why I didn’t get destroyed because he moved me with such speed and it hardened me. I felt the impact. My metal parts of my body are crushed within me. I need repair on body now. I’m no longer suited for battle at this hour. I need to retreat and need Dr. Luke to fix me.

But his magic still holds me. This is the end of me. I’m going to die. I’m sorry father if I disappoint you, I always disappoint you. I’m the least of your children, I’m an embarrassment. Brother Jude and James, I’m sorry I’m going to die now. I’m sorry I haven’t reached your level yet. Especially brother Jude, I’m going to miss your smile and our training. As for brother James, we may never talk because you’re different, I still admire your battle prowess, big brother. I was really hoping that a day would come that we would talk as siblings, I never see you even smile. I’m sorry.