Zak but when people ask why he can control Cryptids like Kur does he says:
"Kur gave me those superpowers."
"what."
"Yeah so. When your family dedicates their lives to understanding and protecting Cryptids, the whole Evil God of them tends to take notice. Apparently it thinks we're combination priests and emissaries and deserved a power boost."
"huh."
"My Mom can survive in extreme conditions for way longer than she's supposed to. My Dad can instantly figure out the mechanics and exact biology of a cryptid by looking at it. He says it's just years of experience but I don't know who he's trying to fool. My Uncle can befriend any cryptid in like, two seconds."
"no kidding."
I watched as the girl shivered terrified of the villagers wrath.
“ Burn the witch!”
I was tired of watching the ignorance the humans held for those weaker than them so I shouted
“ No you fools she can control the flames!”
The villagers did not heed my words, to frenzied in the need to purge what they think is unnatural. They set the pyre ablaze and watched as the fire rose to meet the girl.
The villagers all froze as the watched the flames curl lovingly around the girl to free her. Completely oblivious to my manipulation of the flames.
I strolled up tho the former execution post and said “Do you believe me now?”
As the villagers trembled one shouted “The demon child must be purged!”
“This child?” I respond my anger rising
“What crimes could she have committed that would force you to kill her!”
The villager spoke “She was able to read-”
“If that’s the case than why aren’t all men put to trial for knowing the same” I say quietly
“For this girl is no witch, I protected her because I can no longer stand aside and let this happen because humans are fooled by their own delusions!”
I look up to the girl and ask “What’s your name sweet one?”
She replies in a raspy tone “ Elise my lord.”
“Well then Elise, would you like to come with me?”
“Burn the witch! Burn the witch!” shouted the crowd, drowning out the distressed warnings of one person. “No, you fools! She can control the flames!”
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"We have to stop them," Aja breathed, her voice riddled with fear. "They're going to kill eachother."
"J-Jim!" Toby yelled, gripping Warhammer so tightly his knuckles turned white. "Jim stop!" He finally managed to move his legs and started sprinting down the hill towards them just as Douxie was thrown halfway across the field.
Jim had lost his sword, Excalibur embedded in the dirt a few yards away. He caught Douxie by the wrist as the wizard came at him with another spell and flipped him over his shoulder. He pressed his knee to Douxie’s chest, holding his wrist at a certain angle, kneeling on his other arm so he couldn't move. He had one of his glaives at Douxie’s throat.
"Jim!" Toby screamed. He was still running. "Jim stop, you're gonna kill him!"
But it was like Jim hadn't even heard him.
"You and I both know," Jim said lowly, breathing hard. "That you can't beat me. Why are you trying so hard to save her?"
Douxie glared at him, blood spilling down from the gash in his forehead, and from the corner of his mouth. "It's not about her, Jim." His eyes held a glassy look, and Jim realized with a punch of guilt to his gut that he probably gave Douxie a concussion. "It's about you."
"What- OOF!"
Toby tackled Jim off of Douxie and onto the ground, holding his best friend down by the shoulders. The others weren't far behind.
"What the hell is wrong with you!?" Claire demanded, helping Douxie sit up.
"What the fuck, Jim!" Toby screeched. "You could've killed him!"
CH 11 “In the Flood" - Page 52-53
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