Ack…. Two weeks since I’ve posted. But this time, I have a legitimate excuse! I was actually really busy with school. Technically, I should actually be doing school now….
Whatever I Draw
by ELiza May
Taking a deep breath, Tullier nodded. “What should I do? I have no idea how the gates work, or where the mechanism for closing them is. For all we know, we might just have to push the gates closed manually!”
Jaxon looked at Tullier as if he had just said something incredibly stupid. “Tullier, have you never passed basic elementary school? This fortress is a Lead-Age building, so it will obviously have a winch mechanism, most likely located slightly to the left of the gate, on the rampart above it.”
Tullier stared at him open-mouthed. “The school you went to,” he said finally, “was very different from the one I attended.”
Briefly, Jaxon flashed Tullier a smile, and then continued talking. “I’ll need your help turning the winch, though; it will be heavy, and probably stiff. Come on; follow me.” Jaxon took off at a jog, effortlessly parting the uneasy crowd, Tullier following.
With expertise, Jaxon navigated his way to a narrow stone staircase that led up to the rampart, and sure enough, by the gate was a winch, looking just like a giant crank. Jaxon rushed over to it, and while he waited for Tullier to catch up, stared down into the courtyard. Pens and Pencils, fighting as one, were desperately resisting the advance of the Agents, but the Agents, having sophisticated guns, and modern, almost militaristic outfits, had a great advantage.
“Quickly!” cried Jaxon, as Tullier stalled on the ramparts, looking down. “There’s no time to waste!”
The two of them threw their whole weight against the winch — once, twice, three times — their shoulders striking the wooden crank. “It’s not working!” Tullier yelled.
“Just keep at it,” Jaxon replied through gritted teeth as he rubbed his bruised shoulder. Again, they shoved the winch, and were thrown forward onto it as it suddenly gave way. Recovering quickly, they began turning the winch, watching in satisfaction as the gates began to close. The Agents, seeing what was happening, tried to hold their ground, but it was a losing battle; the mechanism was much to strong to be resisted by people pushing in the opposite direction. It only took a couple of seconds for the gates to be totally shut, trapping the majority of the Agents outside of the fortress.
There was a moment of surprised silence, and then the Pens and Pencils, with a roar, rushed upon the Agents who were unlucky enough to be within the fortress. Tullier and Jaxon looked away, and when they returned their gazes to the courtyard, there was not a living Agent left inside the fortress.
Suddenly, there was nothing to do. The Agents, the only real enemy, were separated from the Pens and Pencils by a metal gate three feet thick and stone walls twice that width. Although they might eventually be able to summon the firepower to break through that, at the moment they had no way inside.
The Pens and Pencils shifted awkwardly, looked sideways at each other, unsure whether or not to continue the old battle.
Tullier and Jaxon shared glances. “Do you think it’s over?” Tullier whispered.
“I don’t know,” Jaxon replied in the same tone, his muscles taught.
Then, breaking the silence, a single person let out a relieved laugh. A quiet even more deep than before followed, and then the entire courtyard exploded into thunderous laughter, wild, ecstatic, the laughter of one saved from imminent death. On the rampart, Tullier and Jaxon joined in, smiles breaking across their faces.
After a minute, though, Jaxon touched Tullier’s arm. “This isn’t over,” he said. “The Agents are still outside, and they won’t leave until either they get in or we come out. A miracle has just saved our lives, but it’s going to take a couple more miracles to get us to true safety.”
Well, whaddya think?