Chapter 8: Ambush

Cyril walked slowly with Kyra on his back. He did not want to wake her, and he was also enjoying her close body contact as he carried her towards their homes. 

As they set out from Westhaven late in the day and took their time walking home it started getting dark.

It would take another half hour to get home at his pace, and he knew his parents and Kyra's parents would be eagerly awaiting their return.

Cyril sensed people up ahead, but not fearing mere men, Cyril continued walking down the path.  

Suddenly 20 men appeared from the shadows of the trees surrounding them. 

"Who are you and what are you doing here?" asked Cyril, eyeing them as they circled him and Kyra, who was still on his back.

The men didn't reply instead started leering at them. "Look at that pretty girl on his back. We will have good fun with her. The pretty boy will be good to fuck too!" one of the men crudely said. "I'll cut off your dick and stuff it in your mouth, and make you my sex toy, boy", another man crudely mentioned as he licked his sword. 

A large man to acted like their leader said "Quickly take them. You can have your fun with the pretty boy, but the girl is mine. We can't take too long, we must destroy the Silkweaver home by tonight"

"Mercenaries" thought Cyril grimly. As they all started moving closer with their weapons drawn, some of them had flames coming out of their weapons, others had ice or wind on their blades using their elemental weaving abilities. 

Cyril had his hands occupied was still holding on to Kyra and didn't make a move. He calmly stared at them and as he gestured, all the weapons backfired on the men.

The men using flame enhanced weapons had their weapons suddenly explode in a fireball, burning the hands holding the weapons to ashes.

The men using wind and water weapons suddenly had their hands cut to pieces by those very same elements.

The men all yelled in pain as they nursed the stumps on their arms where their hands used to be. 

"What is your mission?" Cyril asked the leader as he grabbed the large man who was missing both hands. 

*Pteeu* the man spit at Cyril. Cyril waved his hand and the spit rebounded in mid air and landed on the man's own face.

Cyril lifted his hand and the man's stumps that was still smoking started blazing again, up to his elbows.

"We are paid to kill the Silkweaver family, and kill everyone nearby" screamed the leader. 

"Who are you and who hired you to do this?" Cyril asked. "We are the Bloodwolf Mercenary group. I do not know who hired us, as I am merely a group leader" answered the large man in pain. 

Cyril suddenly thought of his parents. "How many of you came here for this mission?" Cyril asked counting 20 men in front of him. "40 people" replied the leader. 

A chill went down his spine as he quickly asked "Where are the other 20 people?". The leader replied "We have 10 people scouting ahead, and another 10 went ahead to kill the people of the house on the way to the Silkweaver estate."

Cyril's eyes flared up as he thought of his parents in dire danger. 

With an evil gleam in his eye commanded the wind around him. Suddenly, the heads of all the men simply fell off, cut by wind.

Kyra started stirring as Cyril was now running with her on his back. "Whats happening?" she asked as she was still embarrassed by their experience earlier. "Mercenaries are going to kill out families" Cyril quickly replied. 

Kyra jumped off his back and started running alongside him. "What? Why?" she asked again. "I only know they are from the Bloodwolf Mercenary group. Only their higher ups know who hired them" Cyril grimly replied.

They arrived at Cyril's house and there were 3 mercenaries dead outside the house with daggers embedded in their faces. The house was on fire and there were sounds of battle coming from behind the house. 

"Stay here, and do not hesitate to kill anyone you don't recognize!" Cyril ordered Kyra. She grimly nodded and conjured a snake of water to circle her body in readiness.

Cyril waved his left hand and all the flames on his house moved into his hands extinguishing the flames on his house. His left hand formed a flaming fist as he moved inside. 

There was no one there but there were signs of a battle, as furniture was broken, and another dead mercenary was on the floor with a dagger in his neck. He saw a trail of blood leading out the back door, and the back door was smashed.

He rushed out the back and followed the trail of blood. As he went further into the forest behind the creek, he saw a mercenary bandaging his leg. 

Without mercy, he sliced the mercenary's bandaged leg right off and lifted the man in the air using his air abilities

"How many of you are here? Where are the rest?" Cyril asked menacingly. 

The Mercenary replied fearfully as his leg bled out "There is another 5 of us who went deeper into the forest to kill this troublesome couple. The troublesome woman is hurt badly so they won't put up too much more of a fight". 

Uncontrollable rage built up from Cyril's chest as he made a throwing gesture, and the men was flung high and far into the air. Cyril did not know or care where the man landed, but he was sure he was dead.

Cyril rushed deeper and heard sounds of laughter. He looked ahead and saw his parents surrounded by 5 mercenaries with flaming crossbows and ice or flaming swords ready to strike. Cyril's father was standing in front of his mother protecting her in a corner, and his mother was bleeding badly from the abdomen.

"Its futile to protect that bitch. Both your fates are sealed!" said one of the men who fired his crossbow at Cyril's father. Suddenly, the flaming bolt was deflected in mid-air, as if it hit an invisible wall of air. 

The men were shocked and turned around to see Cyril looking at them with eyes so malicious that all the hairs on their body stood up.

With a thought, the 5 men were engulfed in a ball of wind, and as it instantly dispersed, there was only meat and bones left. It was as if they were shredded into mince, without even a chance to scream or make a noise.

Cyril rushed to his shocked father asking "Are you alright?". Bartholomew nodded to his son "I've only a few minor scratches. Your mother protected me". Cyril then rushed to his mother, who was bleeding badly and examined her. 

She looked at him weakly. She had lost too much blood, and was barely conscious. She opened her eyes and looked at Cyril and his father. "Take care of each other, I love you both so much" she said as tears fell from her eyes.

Then, she closed her eyes and departed. Cyril's father cried in pain as he rushed to pick her up. Both of them wept as they slowly walked back to their house.

Kyra met Cyril and his father behind their house, and ran to hug Cyril. They held each other with tears in their eyes as they followed his father to the house, still carrying his mother.

Cyril and Kyra hastily cleaned up the bed and Cyril's father carefully laid Jemina on it.

Cyril looked at Kyra who was looking anxiously at him. He understood that they needed to go her home as soon as possible.

As the danger had passed, Cyril informed his father that he had to go help Kyra's family. Bartholomew nodded grimly and gave his son a hug.

They then rushed towards the Silkweaver estate with haste.