Josh I slammed on the brakes, making a sharp right turn towards the large field of grey. The car skidded out of control, but after a few panicky moments and lots of churning water, I finally managed to keep the car on course. At least we're hurting the golem by driving on it. Heh. I thought. I looked into the rear-view mirror and felt relief wash over me upon sight of the four other cars tailgating me. Turning to face Jodie, I saw her looking out the window, her hand still tightly clutching mine. "Don't worry, we'll be fine." I smiled reassuringly, although my heart told a different story altogether. Jodie looked at me and smiled back. Soon, we were driving down the smooth Tarmac of the runway. It wasn't a public airport, but a private one with two small private jets parked neatly at the docking bays. I slammed hard on the brakes once more, opening the door and getting out even before the car stopped completely. Jodie removed her hand from mine and followed. I ran as fast as my legs could carry me towards one of the private jets, turning around to check how much the golem had gained on us. I reached the hatch at the side of the sleek aircraft, pulling it down and revealing an interior of elegantly furnished cabins with luxurious facilities. As I hoisted myself onto the aircraft, the smell of new leather invaded my nostrils. I ran over to the back of the aircraft and retrieved the mobile stairs, swiftly heading back to the opening on the body of the aircraft and laying it down on the ground below the aircraft. Jodie ran in, followed by Dan who headed for the cockpit immediately. Soon, six other sweaty and exhausted survivors were in the plane, all resting on the heavily cushioned leather chairs. There was a faint churning of metal as Dan started up the airplane's twin engines. I shot a worried look at Jodie, and Dan seemed to read my mind. "Don't worry. I've got this. I've got a pilot's license." I nodded silently and pulled the hatch up. Dan slowly turned the plane around, taxi-ing it onto the runway. I joined him in the cockpit, keeping an eye out for the golem. If it ever made it onto the runway, there was NO way this plane was ever getting flight. The several minutes that passed as Dan grimly started going down the runway felt like hours. With every second, we were one step closer to safety from the evils of the Ice Golem. Or should I say, the Water Golem. With every second, the tension in the air grew, hoping that the Water Golem would not launch its assault at the last second, when we were inches away from safety. And then we lifted off. A burst of water came close to hitting the engine, but apart from that, the Water Golem posed no threat to our successful take-off. I looked down at the ground beneath us through one of the windows. What shocked me was that the Water Golem had spread all the way from the original battle ground to the airport. It hadn't travelled like we imagined. It had spread. The Water Golem had literally no boundaries, apart from airspace. But we couldn't stay up here forever. Sooner or later, out fuel would run out. Or we could fly straight into a storm. The turbulence would knock us out of the sky. Bit what mattered most now, was finding Fletch. According to the prophecy, ten survivors would fight the final deciding battle. But it was just a prophecy. We needed to enforce it. If we didn't try, the prophecy would crumble and seize to exist. And so would our world. We needed all the help we could get for the final battle. I didn't know when or where it would happen. Who our enemy was, and how the battle would turn out. It was all a mystery. But that mystery would only be a false hope, a burning flame that would be extinguished if Fletch wasn't rescued. For according to the prophecy, everyone of us had a role to play in the final battle.
And ironically, every character in this story apart from me, Jodie and Sophie have stopped playing.