The bone scythes wore shredded robes with a human flesh mask to block their faces. Bits of sharp bone protruded out of their glistening red backs. Their hands were curved sickles of bone that seemed to tremble for the feast that was upon them. Though they were only three feet tall, these bone scythes hungered for the living than anything else. "It seems that you'll have to graduate early today Al," his master said calmly despite the situation, and handed Al a pair of finely crafted gloves. The white hardened leather, and the bright and heavy discs with ancient inscriptions on top of them were what Al had dreamt of receiving for four years now. Seizing them close to his heart with gratitude, he slipped them on to his hands. As if in response the bone scythes charged at him. Al had trained four years now and he wasn't going to have his moment cut away from him. Raising his hand before the oncoming demons, he snapped his fingers. A red blaze from the gloves signaled that they both were ready. "Burn," Al muttered. The spark of light soon radiated into a fire that erupted forming a spiral emitting from his palm. The bones still raced faster hoping to stop him before their demise. Al's intense gaze at their faces shifted his fiery column hurtling at them. In a gust of air, Al caught the army within the twister cremating all trapped inside the walls of the inferno. As best as they could the bones tried to escape, but they tumbled in the spinning fire until they all were incinerated. Gargeron was shocked and amazed at how fast his pupil had come to be able to pull an entire fleet of bones into a grim death. The robed cultic saw he was beat for now and vanished with the darkness while the last of the bone scythes burned. when nothing but ash remained he brought an air current to the charred bodies and send their ashes scattering away from the cottage like they never existed. Al, satisfied with his work turned to his master and smiled. Gargeron, still awing at Al's work glanced at him and smiled too. For once they settled inside for some refreshing water and some baked bread and cheese. When they had finished their light meal Al asked why his master was scared of those scythes. Gargeron looked gravely at Al but replied coolly "I did not think you would be ready to face such fierce creatures but I guess i was wrong," and then added "you have done well to earn those amber gloves." Al felt embarrassed to these words but Gargeron kept speaking, "those I have saved for a gifted student who would make a fine sage one day and Al you are that one." Al thanked his master but a knock at the door stopped the praise. Al opened the door and the tomboy, Kid, collapsed onto the cold floor. The back of her Short red coat was torn and clawed at causing blood to seep through. Her gentle yet fiery face was flushed from running. Her skirt was slightly neatly torn. Her eyes turned to an icy blue before fainting into sleep. Al quickly got her inside the hut while Gargeron ,made some iced tea. "Kid?!" Al said alarmed at the condition of his secret love. "Kid...don't die kid stay with me here," Al sobbed trying to get her to open her eyes. "Kid please...wake up." With a surge of energy running through her body by an unknown force, she opened her eyes. No longer ice but the color of air was what he saw in her. "Kid are you ok? Can you get up?" Al asked helping her sit up. Kid looked around until she saw Al's smile and said "Al you must get back to the village it is being raided by bandits and I was the only one who made it." Her eyes watered up but stopped when Al held her hand and replied "I'm going to save them Kid don't worry." With all said, Al raced to get to the village before all was lost.
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