War Of Nature 03

FIRE OF THE HERO

Sitting on a chair, the five fairies have stood around Elizabeth. They were expressing their happiness and reasoning with her to not cancel the biggest happiest moment of celebration.

She shook her head. It was not possible.

"Wait!" water fairy said.

All of them remained quiet to listen to the seriousness. Water fairy was the commander-in-chief's assistant. She had the capability to sense danger.

"We are under attack!"

Elizabeth ran out with the fairies. It was aghast to see the locality ablaze. All kind of vehicles were flying into the fire on their own will. Everyone was out, crying. Elizabeth roared a huge no.

It was time for action. Elizabeth raised her hand. Her scepter entered her hand and her robes changed, with a designed mask in addition. She felt powerful than ever.

She started guiding water through the burned cars. It was not working. She heaved a sigh. She watched around to see who could have set on the fire. She looked at the fairies. Water fairy knew her query. She shook her head meaning that she did not know who was controlling the burn.

She called for the wind to drag the fire out. It was like she was fanning it to ignite more.

She was feeling helpless.

Merle's bike was in his grip. He could not just let it be taken by the wild fire. But he was not strengthful enough to withhold against the devious pull for longer. When Elizabeth noticed him, she sought to help. Before she could, she was pushed down the ground.

She screamed painfully, looking up. It was Merlin.

Merlin was wearing his army robe. Like always, as known being the hero, he came as a savior in people's eyes. Elizabeth backed off, changing into a normal teenage.

She ran to Merle, helping him in saving the bike. Merle's attention turned on her. She was shining. In Merle's own words, she was blossoming beautifully. How could anyone be that beautiful?

Merlin handled the fire nicely or Elizabeth would not have been able to handle the bike save alone. At last, Elizabeth had the bike in her hands. She saw the way Merle was staring at her.

Elizabeth snapped fingers at him.

"Ah!"

"Your bike."

"Thanks. Again."

"What's wrong with you, are you crazy? Why were you holding onto it? It would have lulled you into the fire."

"I know. It is my only ride. Nor can I afford another one. I could not let it go."

"You were lucky this time."

They looked at the crowd that was singing praises for Merlin. Merle was genuinely happy. She felt proud that she knew Elizabeth, who was Merlin's sister. His smile said it all.

"Your brother is the best."

"Why are telling me?"

Merlin finished giving his autographs to multi people. He approached his sister.

"I like giving autographs," Merlin flaunted, "anything for the people, right?"

"Can you give me an autograph too?" Merle asked.

"Of course. Anything for you."

He got out his pen and inscribed a kooky Merlin statement handwriting on the torso where Merle wanted it. As he was drawing Merle's chest, he turned to Elizabeth smilingly, saying, "this is a permanent ink."

"Great!" Merle claimed happily.

Elizabeth left.

After Merlin was done, Merle wanted to show the autograph to Elizabeth. She was not there.

Elizabeth was in her house's hall, fuming.