Chapter 7, part 1

 

Chapter Seven

            The next morning I woke to somebody yelling my name. I hopped out of the floor mat and looked for the source of the noise. I realized I had jeans and a shirt on already. I must have fallen asleep with them still on. Just then the door burst open. Ezuil was standing there in a panic.

            “Fly away, NOW! They’re coming” I felt I had always known this day was coming. Ever since I had figured a way out, I just knew I would have to escape.

            I summoned the small things I would need, like my sword, knife, and compass, and I was off.

            I flew into the air, higher and higher still. The sounds of my house on fire behind me, I never looked back. I saw my destination ahead, the only thing that still mattered. I reached the fifth floating island. This island was in the exact center of the other four, and it was only visible from the top.

            This island was a constantly rotating arrow that stopped at each island for a second or two. I had found out on some of my trips to the island that with the proper application of the gift, you could open a portal in the direction of whatever island the fifth was pointed. The portal spell was the one that killed the man who raised the islands, not the lifting spell. Since he died, his secret died with him.

            I’d never attempted to open the portal, I didn’t know if the effort would kill me. Now I knew, I had the power, I have the magic; I am the balance. I knew without a doubt, I could do this.

            When the island stopped at the northern end I could hear the hoverboards on they’re way. I applied the required magic, and stepped into the portal. The last thing I heard was an arrow zipping by my shoulder.