"Well, if that's the case, couldn't we just kill all of the hellspawn and rebuild what was destroyed?" Doriyan asked. Shayra shook her head. "That probably won't work. Think about it: if you were the leader of an army, and the army you sent out didn't come back, wouldn't you investigate as to why? Then we'd have a demi-god on our hands, and I know for a FACT we'd get our asses handed to us. I think we should just-" I held my hand up to stop her. I heard a faint, familiar tune... It was my old cell phone!
I got up and walked to my room, and it was sitting in its charger on a table next to my bed. "Huh. I thought I cancelled my plan when I moved. Oh well." I checked out my texts, and I had multiple unread messages from my younger brother, Jerrod. I looked at the one he just left, and it read:
Bro, IDK if you'll get
this. Sibs & me couldn't
evac. Hiding somewhere
on Manchester. SOS!
"Oh, Goddess..." I muttered. I skimmed through my other texts, and they were all sent every hour for the past five days, and had the same basic message. I yelled behind me, "We need to get to Manchester Avenue! NOW!" Then I opened and jumped out of my bedroom window.
[Continued in Chapter 7-3]
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