Chapter 32

Lysandra sent a fan of icicles that speared right through the zombies and pinned them to the wall.

A bust of cold ice and snow from her turned the remaining zombies to undead popsicles.

Her mother, Concubine Kachina, blasted ice from her hands that froze the zombies into frozen status. A stomp of her feet sent a small layer of ice forming and covering the floor and the zombies tripped and fell on the slippery surface.

The ice woman finished them off with a touch of freezing winds that encased them in ice.

"Sandy, baby girl, you alright?"

Lysandra nodded.

"Mama, I'm fine, just tried."

Mother and daughter shared a loving moment together as they recovered from the brief but tiring battle.

…

Freya hid with her mother and younger brother inside of the closet as fighting went on.

Of course, it was a cowardly move to do nothing and watch as others died and fought but Freya had no combat abilities of her own and her brother was no fighter no matter how hard he trained. Her mother was also no fighter and her ability was rather weak and non-combative in nature.

What could Freya do other than just make flowers bloomed or make plants sprouted? That wasn't going to save her life in a fight. Besides, she never received a single ounce of training in her life before.

Demterius could turn invisible but he was no fighter. He couldn't even bring himself to hurt a rat, let alone kill it. Besides, his combat skills were almost non-existent and he sucked at everything combat related unlike some of their half-siblings.

Their mother had a simple power-just heightened and superhuman memory. Her mother never forgot anything she heard or saw. She could skim through a history textbook for just a few minutes and have the whole thing committed to memory in exact detail. She could commit an entire library of knowledge to memory in just a few hours. She learned new skills at a superhuman speed and could master them in just a few minutes or hours from horseback riding to sewing to dancing to any skill there was. 

But it wasn't going to save her or her children.

Such was the fate for those with weak abilities. 

You weren't accepted into the Royal Academy and it was deemed a waste to train you.

Being weak meant that you couldn't 

Freya felt her mother hug her and her little brother closer to her as they waited out the fighting.

…

Azalea's puppets were busy protecting both her, her mother and her nanny as the zombies invaded her bedroom.

Five puppets or "dollies" were busy keeping the zombies at bay. The life-size dolls kept pushing away the zombies, using their porcelain bodies as shields against the zombies' bites and attacks but they were starting to crack and break now.

Azalea got scared and she commanded her "dollies" to continue the fight. She created two more

But how long could she continue to fight?

How long could they withstand the undead monsters?

….

Arya watched dumbfounded as a zombie-who she was sure she broke everything bone in its undead body and crushed it into a pile of undead flesh and bones-reverted back to one unharmed piece. All around her, zombies were quickly recovering from the damage that Arya inflicted on them-crushed up bodies and bones, the kicks and punches-and quickly getting back onto their feet, ready to fight again.

She risked taking her eyes off her opponents for a few seconds so she could look at her allies.

Elijah launched a stream of fire from his hands and the blast of fire incinerated 10 zombies into piles of ashes.

Assyrian was still blasting away at the zombies with bolts of lightning fired off from his hands or summoned from the sky.

Granite punched and kicked away at zombies with fists literally as hard as stone. But Arya could tell that all of them were getting tired now.

Elijah's fire was getting smaller and smaller and less hot. Assyrian was looking a bit pale in the face and his body was shaking. Granite could no longer fully cover his entire body in a layer of stone armor and patches of skin and flesh were showing now, dotted by gray patches of stoney skin.

Arya didn't forget the zombies of her own and she yanked them off their feet. They trashed and howled violently as they suddenly found themselves floating in mid-air.

These freaks are going to continue to resurrect and reset themselves. They could continue to fight them forever and ever unless….

Wait. Elijah and Assyrian's abilities. She did not see any zombies resurrect after they were fired to ashes by them so maybe….

Arya channeled all her power into her telekinesis, focusing on completely destroying the zombies until there was nothing left of them.

No more snapping limbs or breaking bones anymore.

Arya's eyes started to glow a bit as she started to rip the zombies apart bit by bit, first tearing off their limbs, then ripping their limbs and bodies to pieces. She continued until the zombies were nothing more than little pieces of flesh and bone.

She dropped the pieces to the ground and watched them for a few moments.

The pieces didn't turn back into zombies.

Arya figured it out.

"GRANITE!!!". Assyrian was screaming and crying out for his friend.

Arya whipped around to find that a zombie was on top of Granite and had ripped off a piece of his arm which was now in its mouth.

Elijah and Assyrian were in a panic. Wanting to do something but they were a little occupied with fending off the zombies to help poor Granite. Zombies swarmed both boys and Elijah and Assyrian were very weakened now.

Arya reacted with lightning speed as she was the only one who could help.

She used her telekinesis to yank the zombie off of Granite and into the air and the amount of pressure and force she applied to the zombie caused the zombie to literally explode from the pressure and force.

Blood and guts splashed all over Granite but he didn't care one bit.

He groaned and whimpered in pain as a piece of his arm was missing. A small bit of flesh was gone and he was losing lots of blood. Arya raced up to where Granite lay sprawled on the ground and her stomach turned when she could see a little bit of his bone. The zombie tore off the flesh until bone was exposed. And it wasn't just his arm. His belly, legs and even his face were missing bits of flesh and there were scratch marks all over Granite's body that let deep scars of blood dripping and leaking out of him.

His shirt was ripped off and reduced to rags and one of his pant legs was badly ripped up and torn.

Arya bit her lip.

What could she do?

She knew she had to stop the bleeding. She wore off a piece of her tunic but she had to use her pocket knife to cut off a piece of the green tunic to use as a makeshift bandage.

If only she could use aura. She could easily slice up those zombies into undead pieces of meat. Aura blade was something she could manifest and use. If she had her twin swords…but she had a pocket knife. Would it still count? Could she make it work? Arya trained in swordsmanship, not knife fighting. She did take some lessons on knife fighting but she had no real experience in using a knife in battle. But wasn't a knife like a small sword? A blade was still a blade.

But she could test out that idea later, right now, Granite's arm was the priority now. It didn't seem like the zombie's bite was poisonous in any way but there was still a risk for infection.

A war cry that shook the ground and sky could be heard and it sounded like a thunder storm was approaching when there was not a single cloud in the sky.

A massive explosion of lightning lit up the surrounding area as Assyrian channeled all his anger and fear for his friend's well being into this powerful attack, gambling the last of his strength and energy into this final punishing attack.

Zombies were blasted in every direction possible and the zombies were all reduced to ashes by the powerful explosion of lightning that Assyrian channeled from his body.

Arya felt her back and neck blister and turn red from the force of the lightning explosion.

"Is he okay? GRANITE, GRANITE!! DON'T DIE ON ME!!"

When did Assyrian get here by Granite's side so fast?

Elijah was looking burned and badly injured. His clothes were half-burned off by the lightning and his skin blistered and looked painfully burned from being too close to that powerful electrical explosion.

Granite gave them a flash of a smile. His golden eyes watery with pain but he still put on a brave face.

"It's nothing, your highness-"

Assyrian looked annoyed and outraged. Arya saw lightning in his eyes, bright and deadly, as his hands balled up into fists.

"NOTHING!!??? NOTHING!!??? YOU COULD HAVE DIED!!! YOU-YOU ASSHOLE!!"

Granite's face was one of shock and dumbfoundedness-and something like affection.

Assyrian was crying now. Tears rolling down his face. He was shaking and trembling now.

Granite reached out to hug him and Arya swore she saw Assyrian blush a little at that gesture.

"I need to take care of his wounds. Can you cut off pieces of clothes that I can use as bandages? He's losing blood."

Arya could bandage up the wounds now with the strips of cloth.

With some luck, they might be able to find a proper doctor to look at Granite's injuries

But something miraculous happened.

As Arya gingerly took Granite's arm in her hand to bandage up, her hands started to glow, a soft green light surrounded her, emitted from her body. Her veins glowed green with mana.

Soft green light glowed and pulsed. It seemed to travel from her veins and into Granite's body.

His missing flesh started to grow back now and everyone watched in morbid curiosity as the flesh started to regenerate and grow up, covering up the bones until his skin finally covered up the newly grown back flesh.

The scratch marks disappeared, not even leaving so much as a scar in their place.

Arya gasped.

What was going on?

Granite seemed to be back in one piece now, missing flesh regenerated and the scratches gone now.

Assyrian were left in a state of shock.

Multiple abilities.

Highly rare and unheard of.

The only people he could think of who had multiple abilities was his father-the dead king-and his older half-brother, Crown Prince Ezekiel.

But Arya? He saw her ability to move objects without touching them. But healing abilities as well? But the last person who ever had healing abilities was….

No, it couldn't be? No way could Arya be…

If her father was the late king Cullen(a fact that was already confirmed with a blood test), then her mother could be…

Her mother could only be that woman. The last member of a fallen noble household who was wiped out during the reign of "Bloody Tyrant Alexander" for daring to rebel and protest the harsh and cruel reign of the evil king. 

That healing power belonged to that woman and her family.

Assyrian could tell Elijah was thinking the same thing as he watched Arya heal Granite's injuries.

Well, it could just be a coincidence that she has healing powers similar to those of that family. After all, plenty of people shared the same abilities but that didn't mean that they were related in any way.

Assyrian hugged Granite and didn't let go.

He was still crying and stifling but Granite patted him on the back and smoothed him.

Elijah and Arya watched respectfully as Assyrian and Granite had their moment.

Arya needed it as they needed some sort of positivity after all the fighting they did.