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The Singer of Storms

by Winter Rosario

Chapter 5: Chapter 5.

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Silver put on the shoes or tried. I had to adjust them with a piece of cloth from my old shirt for the shoes to fit on comfortably, but they looked off, but it would work for the time being. As I told Silver about our new friends exploring the place while I fixed up her shoes. We both decided to leave the factory back the way we came.

We both ran through the halls as fast as we could which was faster than I expected. In a few minutes, we arrived in the north-end of the factory with no sight of the golden guards. We took a breather by the collapsed wall to see if we followed. Which we weren't, I think. As I looked out the wall, I heard the sound of hooves outside the wall and some coming from down the hall.

"I think they beat us here." Silver growled.

"There it is!" one of them barked.

"You just had to say it didn't you?" I snarked.

I grabbed a piece of metal off the ground to use as a projectile for my railgun while Silver pulled out her spear from, somewhere. "Where did she keep it?" I put aside the thought and directed my attention to the golden pony coming from the hall.

"Y'all think you could run away from us demon!" shouted one of the guards. Realizing that, I was their target. I looked over to Silver and saw the other two golden-guards already attacking and losing to her superior skills with a spear, leaving me to defend myself.

Using my piece of metal, I prepped my railgun spell, letting electricity run through my arm and just as the golden guard enter the room. I snapped my fingers, launching the metal at the guard in a streak of blue light. The guard didn't have time to respond. He went limp as the wall behind him exploded and slid on his face right to my feet before a pool of blood began to ooze out in liters. His friends realized that they weren't getting out alive as Silver used my trick to distract them and kill them.

I fell to my knees trying my best not to vomit. My hands trembled, my legs couldn't support me. The smell of blood made me nauseous. I ran outside to keep my lunch and to put the thought of murder aside. Silver followed me with a scowl plastered on her face. I sat down by a tree in coughing fits that burned the back of my throat. Silver handed me a waterskin that she hid in the same place as her spear. I took a swig, which cleared the rising bile.

"So powerful, yet so weak," Silver growled.

"It's... Called... Being... Human," I huffed back, "so don't get pissy because I won't ever get used to killing."

"Hmpf," Silver scoffed as she took back the waterskin.


While I walked back, I noticed Silvers goons walked towards the factory with empty burlap bags. My stomach lurched at the thought that they were going to loot the bodies for the armor, but I didn't make a comment. One of the goons joins Silver and I as we walked back to the den. I assumed it was a male from how big he was. He was easily two heads taller than me.

"Ah, Fido, what do you need?' Silver asked.

"Fido," I giggled at his silly name hoping for a response, but none came.

"What she do'in here?" he asked through a snarl.

"She is my guest," She snarled back, "Why?"

"She Alpha, she threat."

Alpha? I'm an Alpha in his eyes?

"I can assure you that she isn't a threat. If she were, then I would have killed her."

The rest of the walk back made me uneasy. When Silver said she would have killed me, I made a footnote not to get on her bad side. The last thing I need is to wake up missing a leg or two or head. Fido didn't like me that much. As we entered the den to get something to eat from the hunters that came back. He made no effort to hide is the distaste for me. He kept close, making sure that I didn't walk to close to Silver even though we shared a bed last night. The other dogs of the den didn't like that I was back with a bag on my, back. Though, they were subtle about it, only showing teeth when Silver wasn't looking. The pups, however, didn't care.

Fido had to leave us as we entered Silvers private space, which made it much easier to breath. Silver sat down on the bed still scowling at me for earlier as a much, much smaller diamond dog enter the room with two trays of food. Silver took her lunch first from the adorable golden retriever.

"Filthy Alpha!" the girl spat, making the cuteness disappear. She ran off leaving Silver and I alone to eat our meal, which I hoped was cooked.

"What's your problem?" I asked sitting down beside her.

"You are strong, yet weak. Why?"

"Still on about that?" I sighed picking at my food, "I told you, I'm human. Humans are known to be the strongest because we are the weakest. We show compassion to our enemies and mourn for them. It's out of respect for our, past history."

"I find it pointless, Why would a warrior show mercy to the weak?"

"You just answered your own question," I replied while picking at a piece of fried meat. Silver frowned confused before she took out her frustration out on her food, finishing it in a matter of seconds and making me lose my appetite.

Not that I had much of one anyway.

"I don't understand." she pouted.

"Well, Ms. Pouts. In simple terms. It's hard to explain. The not simple terms. You will never understand until you know what it is like to hit rock bottom."

"What's rock bottom?" she asked dumbfounded, "is it a treasure filled lost city?"

"No," I faced palmed, "it's when you lose everything and is starting to like someone that is stupid."

"Oh," she perked up, "so that means I have a chance?" she smiled.

"Sure," I facepalmed again.


Silver's adorable Labrador servant showed me to my room, which was a new hole inside Silvers room. Silver had it made for me knowing that I wasn't too fond of my wake-up call in her bed and the fact that the dogs who made it didn't like that either.

"At least, it was a decent job," I sighed.

My new room wasn't as big as Silvers, but it'll do. I set my armor in a chest at the base of my fur bed and collapsed underneath a blanket I think was stolen. I could hear Silver change out of her armor through a leather flap that separates the rooms. I didn't pay any mind to her and tried to fall asleep despite my enhance hearing was buzzing from the amount of activity that was going on down the hall, up the stairs, past the Beta's den, through the armory and into the mines. Aside from my wolf ears being more of a hindrance than good most of the time, my tail was something that drove me crazy! It gave away all my emotions that I hid from everything and it hurt like hell when it gets hurt.

I miss my old life.

I saw the lights dim telling all that wasn't working that it was time to get some rest. I wondered how they managed to do that, but I don't think anyone would be willing to tell me. I closed my eyes and prayed nothing bad will happen. The sound of digging bothered me. It was like there was someone digging right beside my bed. I opened my eyes in annoyance to kick the digger upside the head but instead I learned that it was something much worse. I was back in the classroom but this time, it wasn't all white, it was in the main hall of the den. I looked around to figure out what was going to happen to me and found the whiteboard leaned against the wall with a message on it. I got out of the desk that I woke up in and walked over to see what it said.

"Dear, Cinder.

I am so glad to see you again! How are you? Do you like your gift? ANYHOO... Let me say this one thing then you can go back to fantasizing about Silver.

Don't get buried. BYE!"

"Don't get buried?" I frowned, "why would I...'?"

Before I knew it. the sound of digging exploded in my ears again. I looked behind me and saw exactly what was digging and it was coming straight for me.

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