Northern_Lights_2021

12 Our mission to defeat the enemy. Running through the final steps of the warzone, we made it to the building. “Top floor?” I joked. “If you can keep up!” she replied. She jumped and soared through the air, her cape flapping as she flew. I jumped to follow her, flying faster to catch up. The flames parted as we passed them to access the roof. We landed, again in a superhero pose. The cement cracked underneath the harsh landings. We stood up and clashed our swords together. Looking around, we found that the roof was empty. “I thought the enemy was supposed to be here!” I said. “She is,” my sister said evilly. She kicked me in the chest and I went flying back. I crashed to the floor and slid across the concrete roof. I slowly stood up and got into a defensive stance. “You know the hero always wins, right?” I shouted to her. “Not this time,” she grinned. “This is how the story ends then,” I chuckled. “So be it.” She ran towards me, her sword ready to attack. Our swords clashed harder this time with more aggression behind the blows. Flames and lightning shot out from the collision. I clashed our swords again and kicked her back to gain some distance. I swung my sword and a bolt of lightning shot at her, striking her in the stomach. She fell back and I ran towards her. I held my sword to her throat to keep her down. “It’s over. I told you the hero always wins.” I saw movement in the corner of my eye, but it was too late. She kicked my arm, pushing the sword away from her neck. While my guard was down, she stood up and swung her sword at me, sending a wall of fire in my direction. I dove to the ground and let the flames pass over my head. By the time I had realized my mistake, my downfall was upon me. She jumped and swung her blade. My next blink felt like an eternity. I opened my eyes and her pillow struck my face. She hit me over and over again, making the bed shake. Then Mom walked into the room. “Hey, kiddos, stop hitting your brother. It’s time for dinner,” she said as she looked around the room. “And afterwards you guys better pick this up.” She left the room with the door open. I stood up and looked at my sister, impressed that she had blindsided me so easily. “A worthy fighter you are, my apprentice,” I admitted. “Please, I’m your adversary now. I was going to win!” she smirked. “Whatever you say,” I chided. We threw our pillows to the side and ran to the kitchen. A fight to be finished another day.