Earthbound: A Hero Chosen (book 1)

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PSY 28: Mondo Blockade



Paula and I both turned to try and find the source of the great, booming voice. But the cave walls were bare—There were no signs of anymore crazy, possessed animals—Unless they were hiding behind a stalagmite.

“Where—What are you?” I asked, grabbing my bat, which had I had been fortunate enough to find near me.

Paula readied her frying pan, and whipped her head back and forth, her nerves getting the better of her.

“What I am… is the least of your worries.” Came the voice, which was so loud it nearly ruptured my eardrums.

“Ness, I’m scared.” Paula spoke softly.

“I know,” I told her. “But be brave. This is only the second great enemy. We can’t give up now.”

“Yes, be scared little girl,” The voice said, “Be very scared.”

“Shut up, you!” I shouted, throwing my arms out to the sides.

The ground rumbled then, with such force I nearly fell on my behind. I grabbed the wall to balance myself. Paula fell over and cried out as she landed on her tailbone.

Out of the corner of my eye I saw the crack appearing along the cave wall. I turned, and watched it spider its way across the stone. I took a step back, but it was too late. The wall exploded, and rocks shot out everywhere.

Paula lifted her frying pan to cover her face, but my weapon was nowhere near as defensive.

Sharp fragments of stone stabbed into my arms, chest, and legs. I heard myself crying in pain. I expected to fall and hit the ground, but I didn’t. A huge furry missile slammed into me, sending me rocketing backwards straight through a stalagmite, and skidding across the floor.

“Ness! Get up!” I heard Paula’s voice cry from somewhere far away.

But getting up wasn’t possible. My head spun, and nausea overtook me. I was just about to vomit up my near-empty stomach when a huge shadow loomed over me. I saw the shine of the massive beast’s claw, and I knew my time had come. But I couldn’t quite comprehend how I was about to die.

 A cold blast of air roared from behind the monster. The strength of the wind was so strong I was pushed back a dozen feet.

The clawed attack swung down and struck into the ground where I had been laying. Chunks of rock flew up from the crater, and settled near my face.

I stared wide-eyed at what would have been my shallow grave.

“Holy crap…” I breathed.

Finally, my eyes were able to make out the menace, and guardian of the Second Sanctuary.

A mondo-big form sat on hits hind end. It looked around with unseeing beady eyes, and sniffed the air with a long snout and a bulbous pink nose at its end. The guardian was a mole. In some ways it was like the smaller ones that had popped out of the ground, but where it looked alike, that was the end of the similarities—The size of the beast was that of a large pick-up truck.

Parts of its fur were frosted—covered in white-ice from a powerful cold spell Paula had cast. The attack hadn’t seemed to phase the mondo mole. It didn’t even seem to have noticed it had been attacked—But the blast had saved my life.

“Thanks!” I shouted to Paula.

“No problem!” She shouted back, from a distance behind the monster.

The mole’s head shot back and forth. It turned to me, and then back at Paula, who squeaked in fear. And then it was off, on all fours running at the terrified girl.

She cried and held her hands forward, “Fire!” She shouted.

A huge swirl of flames came flying from her palms, and engulfed the mole. The explosion came, and dark smoke billowed up into the air. For a moment it seemed the mole had been toasted; that it had been killed. But it would not accept defeat so readily.

Out of the smoke came the mondo mole. It was flying through the air, and slashing its claw at Paula.

She screamed, “Shield!”

The pink energy barrier shot up between them, and the mole connected with the shield. Sparks flew for all of a second, as the enemy was held in mid-air. Then the shield shattered into thousands of shards. The mole came barreling through the barrier, and its claws slashed down across Paula’s pretty face.

“No!” I screamed.

Her cry was muffled as the mole landed on top of her and started slashing at her repeatedly.

I ran full speed—forming myself into a missile, I leaped into the air, and swung the bat.

“No you don’t!” I squealed.

It spun, and head-butted me right in the chest. My eyes nearly popped of my skull as the wind was blasted from my lungs, and I was sure several ribs had cracked.

I hit the ground, rolling and crashing into the stalagmite debris. I fell flat on my back, and grabbed at my chest, struggling for breath.

Paula continued to scream. I shook with rage, but I couldn’t get up. I tried to lift myself, and the pain sends blinding spots before my eyes.

I could see the light of another fire blast go off. The mole though this time roared in pain.

“You little brat!” It screeched, and stumbled away.

I lifted my head to see the mole grabbing at its face. Smoke arose and the smell of burnt fur filled the air.

When the mole moved its paws, I could see its eyes had been completely melted away.

Paula sat up, and tried to crawl towards her frying pan. I shook my head and tried to cry out, but the pain was too great. It couldn’t see us—It was a mole. Moles were blind. Especially after the fire attack, but it surely could hear our movements, and Paula was whimpering as she went, leaving a small blood trail behind her.

Jake A. Strife

Edited: 15.10.2019

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