This piece is part of our 2021 Community Flash series, showcasing new writing by the Wandsworth Carers Centre Writers Group. You can read more about the background to this project in our introduction to this series, find out more about Wandsworth Carers Centre on their website, and find them on Twitter @CarerWandeworth.
People all over the world had hopes of a hero, a champion to beat back the bad. Such a person would have the love of the people, but could anybody be heroic? Could someone, big or small, look danger in its threatening eyes and have certified courage to defeat it? Such duties are drawn to people with immense bravery and dominant prowess, no matter what they looked like. These said duties had entwined with the fates of four young women, who were on a path to destiny and would be tested in trials, and many would there be. The group of childhood friends were Earth’s last hope of liberation and survival, but could they handle the pressure was a question yet to be answered. . ..
Fae, Althea, Eva-Rose and Willow ran frantically for their lives from the horrid-smelling beasts from planet Algon, the Algonites. Deep-blue, hideous aliens who had inhabited Earth and had claimed it for their own for the past fifteen years. The Algonites had gone from world-to-world conquering, leaving havoc and chaos in their wake.
“Girls, step on it!” Fae exclaimed as she quickly looked behind her.
The fragrance of fear had clung to them, it all could be seen on their faces. As the girls pulled up to a clearing, they stopped to catch their ragged breaths. The Air rushed past them, urging them to continue their escape. Patches of the Earth were incinerated by the riverbed as the stillness of the Water in the river, was calmly waiting for an unnatural disturbance. Out of nowhere a blue bolt of lightning shot past them and set a dustbin on Fire, which made the friends to jump in unison and turn to their dismay.
“Shit, what are we going to do now?” Asked a worried Althea.
As they gazed upon the mass of blue beasts, they saw a larger one among them. It stood out from the crowd and looked to be five men strong. The indigo sea of Algonites parted down the middle, to leave way for their chief to pass through and advanced towards the girls. As it came closer, its features started to become clearer, the most noticeable aspect was on the right side of its face. A scar stretched from the side of its eye, down to the bottom of its neck. It stopped at the front of its troops; rooted, unmoving and in charge, determined to accomplish one goal; to spread fear and destruction. The Algonite Chief scanned the four girls with his eyes of pure obsidian, raised its thick, bulky arm out and held a ball of electric. An evil smirk formed on its deformed face and exposed its jagged edged teeth that were as sharp as knives. The girls looked at each other as they held hands instinctively and closed their eyes, praying internally for some sort of miracle. It lunged the charged ball at them as their insignias shone brightly. They shielded themselves....