Chapter 8

The Fyre Chronicals: The Parody


Complaint about spelling count = 8

“Come on hurry up!” snapped the diminutive individual near me. I scowled at him before returning my focus to the cup in front of me. I felt a sharp rap on the back of my head. “Don’t look at me you twit look at the damn cup!” I held my tongue and continued the dull staring. For two months now I’d been working with a tiny person who went by the name of Defnop552 who had obviously come from the upper class as he wore a top hat along with glasses and a respectable moustache. Unfortunately for him he had changed so that he was about the size of a baby with a comically large nose. I soon learned that the tiny combat trainers appearance was very deceptive. For most of the time I’d spent learning to use Fyreballs for attacking and defensive purposes and I was rather adept at creating Fyre in my fist. How ever I was still having trouble warming objects by creating the Fyre inside it as I was trying to do with the cup now. So far I’d only warmed it to Defnop552 satisfaction a few times. I was sorely tempted to just make the cup explode with heat but Defnop552 insisted I learn control. Over the months here I’d learned a lot about Byta’s background and its little secrets. Usually now my day would be an orderly routine of exercise than my lessons and perhaps some sparing with other people before an hour or so of Xbox Live and then bed. I’d began to discover odd things about the way people had been affected by the Fyre that I’d not expected. It’d started during a sparing lesson when I was “fighting” NightReaper5. As we had entered what Defnop552 would call a grapple but everyone else would call a pitched brawl, had accidentally poked him in his eyes. To my astonishment my finger went right through as though there were no eyes. Later he showed me that he could stick a knife right through until it disappeared completely…it was almost as though he was hollow. So in the time that I had to myself I went and tried to see how else people had changed in those subtle ways. I was surprised to say the lest. After having seen what NightReaper 5 could do I eventually managed to find the group of people I trusted the most at the same place and at the same time. These were the people who had originally found and taken care of me during my period of adjustment. As it turned out they were more than happy to show what was special about them. Tehviruss it seemed, had a talent for finding what was meant to remain hidden, Delta0Medusa had amazing reaction times and could see in every direction at once due to having snakes for hair. GuzzieStyle apparently could to a degree grant wishes…but for some reason they became corrupted very quickly. San Ting’s fiery red and gold hair also was more than we expected. Oddly enough this was the first time anybody had ask him about his special talent so many people also took intrest as he plucked out one of his longer hairs and passed it around so it could be inspected closely. As it turned out the hair was a delicate shimmering thread of Fyre. Smiling secretively he pulled out what appeared to by a small wad of his hair, but when he pulled on it, it expanded into shimmering tapestry. He also pulled out a second one and pulled it “open” o revel a large map with a miniscule spark to represent his position. Once open he could make the edges fold in on themselves and the centre expand in so as “zoom” in. My mind abruptly stopped it’s wandering as Defnop552 slapped me on the back. “What, what did I do now?” Defnop552 lifted the cup and sniffed it before turning to look at me “Brilliant job! You’ve managed to heat it just the way I like it.” I caught a whiff of coffee and realized why he had been getting impatent. Defnop552 quickly flexed his fingers and tossed a message Fyreball at me. “I reckon your doing quite well. You should join the tournament, here’s some directions for entire if you’re interested” obviously the drink had brightened his mood, I thanked him and left to get lunch but I was still confuse at why the cup had been heated when I had lost focus. I dismissed this thought as just plain luck. As I walked I began to think about what he’d suggested. The tournament happened once a month where competitors went through a series of challenges before battling each other for the bragging rights of victory. When I reached the mess hall I told my friends what Defnop552 had said. “I do believe you would excel if you were foolish enough to attempt it.” I still hadn’t managed to get over the way Rawr spoke with a slow, deep, evil, menacing tone that reminded you of perhaps a demon or a serial killed who enjoyed drinking the tears of children. And the fact that his eyes were always shadowed and glinted when they looked at you didn’t help. “I’d say Rawr is right you be fine” commented Big Ease quite oblivious to my discomfort. Needless to say there wasn’t much of an argument with everyone agreeing that I should do it so I did. A week passed and I worked myself harder that I’d done in a long time, practicing my skills until I felt completely confident. One day I received a Fyreball that told me where the competition was to be held and that if I wanted to compete than I should make my way to the “Amphitheatre”. When I arrived with the other competitors, some of which I knew, I stopped in shock at what I was seeing. Before me was huge racks of seats that evidently were meant to be taken by all the occupants of Byta. It distinctly reminded me of the cut scene in Halo 2 where the Arbiter was to be punished for all the Covenant to see. Except in reverse. I was at the bottom and everyone else was above me. The Admin took their places at the front as the judges and went through a long introduction ceremony that was extended as they made reference to Deacons death. Eventually they stopped and the pre-game challenges began. Most were easily completed such as hitting targets and the like. When the final challenge came so too did my apprehension. The final challenge before the sparing began was to stand on a very high and very thin poll while the crowd tried to topple you by hurling Fyreballs or paper or any thing distracting. As some of the competitors began to take falls I was getting concerned, I hadn’t prepared for this and now I going to lose before even reaching that task I’d trained for. When my turn came I used the Fyre to alighted on top of the pole and prepared myself for the onslaught. A Fyreball hurtled from above but the maker hadn’t put much effort into the throw and I easily deflected it. Suddenly someone dropped a bucket of water on me and I nearly lost my balance but a quick burst of Fyre held me up right. Soon I was being pelted with all sorts of objects. Defnop552 evidently knew this was coming and this is why he offered for me to participate. THAT thought got me really annoyed, if Defnop552 did that so I’d fail and it would teach me humility than he was SORLY mistaken. And without hesitation I unleashed my anger, fuelled by Fyre. A burning hot glow surrounded me and then it solidified. Around me a large ball of golden, liquid light slowly swirled around me in almost dream like patterns. I had no idea how long I held it there but I released the power and to my surprise…fell. I thumped back to the ground and looked up. Most of the crowd was still sitting there quietly staring at me. Over to the side a panicked Chimerea was struggling against several people while shouting “Invalid event! Fatal error! Doesn’t fit logic!” Behind me one of the Admin; Ian ran up to me and roughly grabbed me “Shit man are you alright?” I pushed him away muttering that I was fine. I felt strange. I knew that there should had been some side effects from using that much power but I wasn’t even fatigued. Ian stared “Are you sure? Using that much power should have killed you, it would’ve killed ME!” I only looked blankly at him. He clamped his hand over my arm and started to pull me away form my friend that were coming to see if I was alright. Ian led me into a small room and turned around to face me. “TKD Sketch delivered a report to me when you were found and rescued, he said that there had been a fight as obvious as it was but you were the only witness with us now. I NEED to know every thing that happened to the smallest detail.” So I told him. When I had finished he shook his head “Does any body else know about this?” I considered not revealing Tehviruss’s knowledge but Ian seem very worried. The moment Tehviruss’s name left my lips a message Fyreball was thundering down the corridor. “Why is this so important?” I asked. He didn’t answer me asides from muttering under his breath about “too soon” so I decided to sit quietly. A few minutes later the Fyreball returned. When he received it Ian frowned, his frown slowly melted away into shocked disbelief. He looked at me and cleared his throat. He took several deep breaths before slowly saying “Tehviruss is dead”
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