Sunny Storm: Chapter Three

In the third chapter of "Sunny Storm", Kyle and Rashad finally arrive at Saint Andre's Church. Though, everything is not right in the state of Denmark. What obstacle has gotten in their way? Read and find out! Also, there will be a new chapter every other week, now. Sorry for the delay for those looking for it last week.

Sunny Storm

~Chapter Three~

                Rashad and I continued our journey to Saint Andre’s Church early the next morning. There was a loud howling sound that echoed throughout the forest. We thought it was a wolf, but it felt like the earth shook. All the birds and small animals nearby dispersed quickly. We ignored it and found our way out of the forest, and on to a dirt roar. We had arrived in at St. Andre’s Church by late morning. It looked like a nice, small church that most towns would have. It was white and made from bricks of marble. It had stain glass windows and a large, golden cross stood on top of the building. It shined brightly from the sunlight. A tall, wooden bell tower stood next to it. A garden of spring bloodroot flowers surrounded the entire outside of the church, except for the entrance. Rashad and I walked in to the church to see it was completely empty.

                “Where is everyone? I never seen a church so empty before.” Rashad said. We suddenly heard some loud coughing coming from the stairs to the far right. We walked up the stairs to another room. In there was a small bedroom. A nun stood over an old priest, who wore a bright white robe. I assumed that he was the high priest that Rashad had mentioned from before. The priest in white was in bed, cough harshly. He looked very pale and sickly.

                “What has happened here?” Rashad asked as he walked towards the priest’s bedside. He took his hat off in respect.

                “It has seems that Father Luke has gotten gravely ill. The other priest tried to get him a healing herb from the forest near this church, but an evil beast lies there. All the other priests and nuns got afraid that the beast would arrive here and left. We have not gotten any visitors in about a month. I decided to stay here until Father Luke has left this world to meet with our Lord.” The nun said. Luke moaned in pain from his illness, and coughed harshly.

                ”Oh, what a sweet, loyal child that stands before me. God has blessed me with such a kind person. You should just leave this old soul to be. My time is up.” Luke said. He continued to cough harshly. The nun just smiled at him and placed her palm on his head to see if he had a fever. I felt bad for Luke. He looked almost the same age as Master Magenta, but a few years older. I came with Rashad to learn about what a spell-blade is, but I had to help this old man.  I would just have to find out what a spell-blade was, later.

                “I will go to the forest and get the healing herb for him.” I said.

                “Did you not hear what this nun has said? There is a beast in the forest.  Maybe that is a sign that it truly is time for Father Luke to pass away. You efforts would be in vein if that is true.” Rashad said.

                “My master once told me that you will never know the outcome of things until you try. I might not follow this “word of God” like you holy people do, but I think Father Luke will get better if someone can get the herb he needs.” I replied. It remained silent as I made my way downstairs. Suddenly, I heard heavy footsteps from behind me.

                “Wait! I will come with you.” Rashad said with a smile. I smiled back at him as we both went downstairs to go back into the forest. It seems that things would be a lot more dangerous for now on.

Sunny Storm: Chapter Two

I am glad to see from the comments that people are enjoying the story, thus far. In this next chapter, Kyle gets ready to leave for his quest in becoming a spell-blade. Though, he meets someone that may beable to assist him. Who could it be? Find out in this latest chapter of "Sunny Storm"! I also apologize for not having a chapter up last week.

Sunny Storm

~Chapter 2~

            I could not continue crying like this. There is nothing else for me to do, but carry out my master’s wish. I buried his body first in front of our house. At least what was left from the horrific fire. Once Master Magenta was buried, I wanted to bury Isaac. That would be a lot of hard work to find his body under the wreckage of his store. I really could not blame him for running back into the building. Master Magenta once told me that the grocer’s store meant a lot of him. It was his home, and pretty much his reason for living. He had no family for him to care for or worry about.

            “Hello? Is anyone still alive?” I heard a deep voice ask. I turn around to see a tall man walk into the ruined town. He had blue eyes and long blonde hair that went down his back. I could tell that he was part of a church, because he wore a robe with a white collar, a cross brooch on the left side of his robe, black dress pants, and a black wide yet thin black hat. On his right wrist was a bracelet of black, white, and gray beads. He carried a bible in his left hand. For a man that followed the Holy Book, I was pretty surprised to see how muscular he looked.

            “Over here,” I called to him. When he saw me, a weak smile grew on his face.

            “Hello, my child. I hope I am not intruding, but I had to make sure there were survivors,” the man said. “By the way, my name is Rashad. What is your name?”

            “My name is Kyle, and you were not intruding. I was actually trying to solve a problem of mine,” I explained to him. “You see, my friend’s body is trapped under this mess. I need to try to find a way to get him out of there without doing any more damage to him.”

            “Is that all? Then please let me handle this for you, my child,” Rashad said. He gave me his hat and Bible to hold as he rolled up his sleeves. What he did next was the last thing I expected a holy man to do. He started throwing off large pieces of wood, iron, and anything else that remained from Isaac’s store. Rashad continued to do this until a body was found. He pulled the body out of the rubble, and I was even more surprised, to see that Isaac’s body did not turn to ash, though, he had several cuts, and burn marks. I buried him in front of what was left of his once loveable store. After that, Rashad helped me bury everyone else in the town, and rescue bodies that were trapped under the rubble of houses and stores. Rashad said a silent prayer to each grave, so that each person’s soul can rest in peace. It wasn’t until I heard the early crickets in the distance that I realized that the day went by so fast. The sun was setting over the horizon, painting the landscape with a mixture of orange and red.

            “Where will you be heading to now, my child? Surely you have family that you can live with,” Rashad said as put his hat back on.

            “No. My parents are gone, my master is gone, and I don’t think I have any blood family left,” I explained to the priest. “Besides, I need to fulfill Master Magenta’s final wish, and become a spell-blade.”

            “Wait! If you are going to become a spell-blade, then please let me assistant you!” Rashad said excitingly. “I heard of some type of blade magic from my fellow brothers and sisters of the church. I have no idea what that is, but it is supposed to be located at Saint Andre’s Church, which the exact place I am going.”

            “That would be a great idea!” The only reason I agreed to go with Rashad is because I thought he knew the way to Saint Andre’s Church. We spent the next few hours walking in a forest with several trees, bushes, and plants. A few times, I felt like we were walking in a circle. I could not be sure because it started to get darker as time went on. Rashad knew actually where we were going….I hoped. When it became too dark for us to continue traveling, the two of us decided to sleep where we stood. I was not going to argue, because I was too tired to care where I slept. To be honest, I would have slept on a pile of itchy hay if that was the closest bed that I could find. As the night went on, and I started to fall asleep, I swore I could hear Rashad pray, “Oh heavens! Please guide us for I have no idea where Saint Andre’s Church is, or what it looks like.”