Self At War by J.T. Bright (top fiction books of all time txt) 📕

did you just talk?"
"Well it certainly wasn't the floor." Mittens said in a wise, long aged woman's voice.
"Ahh!" Trait High-pitched shriek alerted his brother.
"Hey, dude, you need me in there?" Then Trait ran out the door and slammed it shut behind him.
"This is going to take a while." Mittens said.
"I'm sure that he'll understand soon." Morgan replied. Then the door open by Ty as he dragged his brother with one arm by the leg, through the door-way as Trait tried to claw his way out.
"Alright," Tyler said," Trait says that Mittens threatened his life. Did you threaten him Mittens?" He said in a voice you would use for a toddler or for sarcasm.
"For God's sake boy, stop calling me that putrid name. My name is Vendell." Ty looked taken aback. He obviously didn't expect his own cat to speak back speak back to him. He scratched his head and looked around confusingly, trying to put the pieces together.
"Mittens, did you just snap at me?" He asked innocently.
"For the second time, My. Name. Is. Vendell. No more of this 'Mittens' stuff understood. From now on I am to be called as to what my name is. Which, currently, is Vendell. V-E-N-D-E-L-L." The cat, for the first time ever, actually had stern expression on her face. Ty jumped back, startled at how bravely she used her words and how hard they hit him.
"Mittens-I mean, uh, Vendell. C-could you always talk? You were one of my best friends and I never herd more than a mew from you. What's that all about?" Ty looked betrayed and hurt while his brother was still struggling to get out of the house.
"I'm sorry Tyler, it just wasn't the right time. When I was younger, you didn't find me. I found you. You see, I was sent to find you because the Slayer was looking for a new recruit. He sent me to come get, lead you back to him so he could sabotage you. But the way you two took me in," she glanced at Trait who was holding on to the door knob, still trying to pull free," the way you loved me and treated me like your own family. I just couldn't do it. I'd like to consider you my son, but it was you who treated me as your daughter. When he found out I had betrayed him, he came looking for me and you."
"Wait, are you talking about that one old guy slashed that dagger down my back? Well why didn't he send some one who could take me from inside like a, well, human? I mean, is he really that stupid?"
"Yes and no. Yes that was the man who scarred your back. No, he wasn't dumb at all. In fact, he was too smart for his own good. When he came looking for you and me, he knew he wasn't going to be coming back. He knew he was going to die.
And he did send a human. He sent me. I am a woman who was transformed into a cat. That scar on your back could have killed you. But he purposely didn't go that deep. He went deep enough to break the skin and get into your blood and veins. He sent a poison through you that still lives in your body to this day. How do you think you win all your fights? How do you think I lived for six-teen years?" She started to sound challenging over sorry.
"So, all these years you were always able to talk? You're really human? How is there a poison in my body if I'm still alive?" He asked while still holding on to Traiten's ankle, who was now trying to climb through the roof.
"It wasn't lethal poison, it was curse. But yet it was also a blessing. It was a blessing because of the power you have and will continue to receive." Vendell said as she walked through the door way."Come, I will explain the rest in the car." Ty immediately pulled down Trait effortlessly into the ground and planted him on the floor. Besides the low moment, that was still able to make Morgan laugh again.
"Alright," Ty Said,"We're going into the car now alright. C'mon, we're going some where."
On his back, Trait was gasping for air over his great effort to get away. He took a deep breath and spoke."Where?" Trait finally choked out.
"I don't know." Ty said, realizing he'd forgotten to ask."Hey, Mittens- uh, Vendell- where exactly, are we going?" He asked watching her jump up on the front car seat. She turned his head toward him.
"The Graveyard." She answered.


Chapter 4


They arrived at the graveyard soon after they left.
"Dude, will you stop crying! I've got enough on my mind for to whine right behind my ear, o.k." Traiten had been whimpering about nearly everything as soon as hear the words 'graveyard'.
"Well, excuse me for being a little cautious. I wasn't injected supernatural power by a mythological monster! It may be all right with you to be here, but I can't fight. You seem to be forgetting that part don't you. And- oh God. We're here." He saw the large church that stood over the large plain of tombstones."O.k. I want out of here right now. Tyler Christian Wraith, I am you your brother and as your brother, I am demanding that you release from of this motorized prison that once used to be my car!"
"This is it," Vendell said," he's in the church." Vendell hopped out of the car and trotted towards the church."Hurry up you three, I'm freezing my tail off! I am not going to wait here while you three waste time. Now come." She continued to the church.
"Vendell is right. We've wasted enough time. To much to waste more." Said Morgan. She stepped out of the car and started to walk towards the building.
"She talked." Said Ty astonished."You didn't tell me she could talk. This entire time I've been keeping silent because I didn't think she could talk. Hey wait up!" Ty yelled from the car. He, like before, Grabbed his brother's ankle and went on after the two women. But his brother still was very resistant, and gripped the door.


Right here is a phrase I must use that has been overused. A term here which mean," so used by other authors that by the T use it, it is boring and tired out." The phrase is 'meanwhile, back at the ranch.' It is not a tern for use when speaking about cows, chickens, or other animals you might find on a ranch. It is a term used to link one part of the story to another that or both happening at the same time. Meanwhile, in the church were Vendell and Morgan. They were walking down an isle of empty seats.
"We're here!" called Vendell. Then, a shadowy figure came down to the podium.
"Vendell, how good it is to see you." The man said. "Oh, and this must be little Morgan." He glanced at Morgan.
"Enough Varric. You've always been frustrating, but now is not the time." Vendell said fiercely.
"Then show me the boy." Varric said.
"I think he'll be here in three, two, one." As soon as she said one the door opened and came in Ty dragging his brother inside. Trait was still gripping the car door.
"Sorry I'm late, this douche right over here would let go of the car." He said pointing at Trait. Trait got up."Who's this dude?" Ty asked. Then, Trait ran forward and grabbed Varric's coat.
"Oh, please sir. You've got to help me. I'm being held hostage by these savages. I'm sure you've got a phone or something," he said getting up off of the floor and to his feet," maybe a fax machine or a computer." Varric just stood silently, amusement in his eyes."Do you at least have a cellphone or something. Maybe a pager or anything." No words came out of his mouth."Wait, are in on this two?" Traiten asked. Varric just smiled."I knew it! I'm the only sane person in this entire universe. O.k., just calm down. This all a bad dream. Just tap your heels together and say the magic words." He tapped his heels together three time and the said," There's no place like home. There's no place like home. There's no place like home." He opened his eyes to see that Varric was still standing there."Go away you demonic figures of hell! Leave. Be gone. Away with you. Your services are no longer needed." Ty grabbed his brother's arm.
"That's enough." Other than the silence was Trait's slight whimper.
"Right," said Vendell drawing her word out,
" awkward. Anyway, we've come here for a reason. You promised us that you would give them to us as soon as we got the boy's."
"And I plan to keep my promise madam. It's just that expected more from the brothers." He looked at Ty and Trait.
"What you just say, boy?" Tyler asked challengingly."Well listen up and listen up good. I didn't come here to be judged by some eighty, ninety, or what ever the hell age you are, man who thinks he's God, alright. I came here because..." He trailed off. "Vendell, why did I come here?"
"We," Vendell put more emphasis on the word 'we',"came here to get something from this broken down old man." She glared at Varric.
"O.k., o.k." He said."I know what you want. Just give me a moment to retrieve it will you?" He walked off into a room to his left and came back out moments later with a long object covered by a thick black sheet."Is this what you want?" He asked. Without waiting for an answer, he pulled the sheet off. There, he held a long thin blade. The handle was wrapped in a cloth Ty did not recognize.
"Wow, what is that?" He asked in astonishment.
"That, my dear boy, is yours. Go on, take it." Vendell gestured with her a tail towards the sword. Ty walked up and gripped the handle. Even Trait looked a little surprised.
"Black steal. And it's still light!" He said as he held the weapon. He swung back and forth to get the feel of it."The grip fits me perfect! There are long gaps in the middles of the blade to help swing fast and mack it lighter."He said. He slid his finger on the side of the blade and almost instantly started bleeding. But, he didn't seem to mind."It's double sided and extremely sharp!" He ran his finders across the face of the blade."This masterpiece is at least three hundred year old!" he said."But, how? It has no dust, no face scratches, and is as sharp as ever! This sword his undoubtedly hand made. But, who made it. There is almost a decade under this blade. Who ever made must have had a lot of time on his hands."


Chapter 5


"So, do you like it?" inquired Vendell. They had left the church moments after Ty had gotten the sword. They had gotten back into the car and were heading to the freeway.
"I love it! You've got to tell me who built this. If he's alive I will praise him like no other. And if he's dead, then he will have one hell of a memorial." Tyler was still excited about the blade." Hasn't this been the best few days ever. I win the County Undisputed Championship, I come home to find out that there is the worlds cutest woman on my couch and that my cat is actually a talking cat who could turn into a sorcerer, and a get the greatest blade ever. Not to mention the 'almighty power' that