The Godslingers Next Gen: Chapter 21

Lyre's POV
I listened carefully. Pulling the hood of my robes lower against my forehead, I watched the short boy and the girl who is very tall. They were talking about the Godslingers. Four summers ago, I heard my cousin, who is now missing, talk about it.

"Arctic circle." I caught the words of the tall girl. The short boy shuddered and nodded.

Processing the information of my mind, I finally decided that maybe Zarana is in the Arctic circle, with her group, the Godslingers.

Moving gracefully and lithe as a tiger, I slipped off quietly behind the bushes and headed for the trees.

But half-blind because of anticipation, I bumped into something.....someone.

"Ugh!" A red-haired boy cried, pulling out a long sword and glaring at me.

I chuckled. "Trust me, boy. You don't want to see me fight." I pulled out an iron sword, colored silver and gray and held it. For awhile, the boy looked at it and lowered his sword.

"Where did you get that?" He asked, pointing to my sword.

I bit my lip. "My father gave it to me."

"Your real father?"

"Yes. Before he died."

The boy frowned then sent a line of sparks up the sky. For a few minutes, nothing happened.

"I got to run." I shrugged and ran away.

"Wait! You gotta meet my-" But his voice faltered as I ran faster and farther away.