The Omniscrolls

“Moon, wake up! Please, wake up! We need you, your brother needs you!” Leslie kept screaming. I slowly opened my eyes: my vision was blurry, but I could recognise Leslie over me. “Oh, thank God you're okay. I thought for a moment there that I lost you,” she said, hugging me. I didn't say a word, or rather, I couldn’t. I was still recovering from the Serpian attack, as well as the dream about my parents...if it was even a dream. I didn’t know anymore. Reality was turned upside down when these demons invaded us. I wished I could stay with them, but I knew my true place was here, with my brother, with my friends. I needed to protect them...and my city. “You’ll be alright soon, Moon. Don’t you worry, I’ll get you home.” “Thanks, Leslie.” “Don’t mention it. Now, let’s get you up,” she said, lifting me to my feet. We walked home without running into any more trouble. As we entered the house, Jason saw me and rushed over. “Moon, are you hurt? What ha...

The demons were closing in on us, and I had already run out of Zavaryan grenades. “I’m out of grenades!” I shouted. “I've got one left!” Leslie replied. That wasn’t going to be enough against the hordes that were headed our way. We’d be able to take out a few, but there would be too many to fend off with our swords—and we definitely couldn’t take the risk with all the civilians that would be caught in the crossfire. But then it hit me: there was enough Zavaryan salt stored in the centre itself. “Everyone, we’ll have to make use of the salt in the centre!” I said. “What are we to do with it?” Cindy asked. “Blow them all back to hell,” I replied. We rushed inside and threw the Zavaryan salt all over the welfare centre; I opened the gas and let it fill the entire centre as we did so. I told Leslie that I’d be the bait to lure the Serpians in. She didn’t agree to it at first, but we were losing time. “Position yourself outside, at the foot of the ...

The battle was far from over. I noticed more demons coming my way. I was outnumbered, but nothing would keep me from standing my ground—there was no way I would let those monsters get to my little brother. I ran out of the welfare centre and locked its doors. There were six of them, so I knew I didn’t stand a chance fighting them with a sword by myself, but their strength in numbers was contradicted by their formation. They were so close together that I was able to slay them all in an instant with one of my Zavaryan salt hand-grenades. “Birds of a feather burn together,” I said, scoffing at the bloody mess before me. I piled the carcasses in the nearest alley and set them ablaze. The fumes of these vile creatures burning would be nauseating to anyone else, but for those of us who've learnt to hunt them, it has become just an everyday smell. How many had I killed so far? Fifty, a hundred? I had lost count. So much had changed in just six months… I went back ins...