French Fry Soldier

I was just turning 18 that day. The sky was blue, and the wind brushed on my shoulders. I wanted that to be the best day ever. Well, while I was enjoying my free time reading a good book under an old sugar tree, I forgot there was a massive war going on. They were recruiting strong fighters. But I was just a scrawny, pale wisp of a person, there was no way my dream could come true by becoming the ultimate fighter. Well, that day was a lucky day for me. They were having an emergency match for the top fighter on Wednesday. But the sad thing is the winner would have to go into war. I honestly didn't want to go into war, but I wanted to be the champion. So I did what any crazy person would do. I signed up and since I was a girl I didn't know how I would compete with the boys. I decided what any person would do if they wanted to win something. I would practice.

So all weekend I practiced. As hours and hours passed by I was getting better and better. I was kicking my Wavemaster when I heard a knock on my bedroom door. I stopped kicking and froze looking at the door. Nobody but me was home. Thoughts started rushing through my head. What to do, should I hide, or should I just attack the stranger?

Then I heard through the door "Hello, pretty, pretty, I've heard all about you." said a creepy voice I never heard before. "Want to come and play?"

The stranger came in the door with a candy cane bat. He had dark, stringy hair that covered his eyes. I wondered how he could see. He approached me holding his baseball bat high in the air. He swung it at me and I dodged it. He was holding his bat to the ground now. I swooped down and grabbed the bat. I disarmed him and hit him with the bat until he was on the ground. He was bleeding and I called 911. The donut police came and took him away. They told me he was a murderer that was entering the competition and was trying to kill all the other competitors. I was shocked. I was lucky to survive that guy. The donut police guy left and I sat on my bed. I wondered why I was picked instead of anyone else. Then I looked at my dresser. There were five first-place trophies, seven second-place trophies, and three third-place trophies. Then I knew why. I was the best out of all the people who signed up. But who would care about that? So I decided to look at the sign-up sheet again the next day on the street of Chocolate Avenue. I read the whole sheet again and saw the winner also gets to be general. I was so happy but so mad about missing that detail. Being general would be amazing I thought. They would call me The French Fry Soldier, the one you couldn't beat the one you would fear, or maybe they would just call me Frenchie, my name, well, I didn't know. Days passed and it was finally the day. Only though I didn't know that you could use magic or if magic was a thing. I was watching the fighters fight and then I saw one of the fighters make there hands completely red and have flames burst out of them. He grabbed his competitor and his competitor started screaming. He took his hands off his competitor and all you could see where he grabbed him was flesh. His competitor fainted and fell face first on the ground while medics rushed in to help the unlucky competitor. I was stunned I didn't know what to do. I didn't know magic at all. So I went inside the stadium to the locker room. I searched in all the lockers for a spell book. The last locker was the oldest and creakiest one. I found a spell book under a jacket. I opened it only to find the fire spell.

"Burn, honey, burn." I giggled.

I felt nothing but I started smelling smoke. Soon I realized the smoke was coming from the book. I quickly put the jacket on the book to stop the fire. The book was burnt badly. I quickly shoved it back and slammed the creaky locker and ran out of the locker room. I heard the announcer say welcome, The Feisty Onion to the ring. Then two seconds later he started laughing because he realized it was a pun because the guy was literally an onion ring. Then the announcer chuckled and welcomes The Churro Of The Night. Each match of this was making me more nervous than I already was. I was called up as The French Fry Soldier, I took a quick glance at the other generals while I was entering the ring. A smile started to beam on Wintermint Cookies face. I blushed and looked back into the ring.

"Now welcome the Shy, But Deadly Macaron!" The announcer shouted.

She looked all pretty and as it says in her name, Shy. They match started and she muttered a spell that made me spin out of control while she was punching me. It felt like my feet were tied together. I was still spinning when I muttered, "Burn, honey, burn." Since my hands were touching me I lit up in flames. She was running to the other side of the ring when I tilted my flaming body towards her and she burned up as soon as I touched her and she started crying. I tried to stop but I couldn't so I just said the spell again. It wouldn't stop though. I tried to lift my arms to my head, but everything immediately stopped and I fell on the ground. With one minute left she stopped crying and stared at me. I got up and put my fists up and punched her. She looked at me fiercely and grabbed my hand, and then my hand lit up in flames. The flames stopped and light filled the arena. Then everything went blank.

I woke up to clapping and medics surrounding me. I sat up and there was Salty Potato, one of the generals, clapping.

"The Final Move if all hope is lost.....", she explained, "You did it, that's a rare move of yours, only a few, such as the high generals, can do it."

"I don't get it! I don't know any magic!" I shouted.

"Calm down, yes, you might have burned the book, but you're okay right?" Said the general, Warrior Cinnabon softly.

"Ma'am, how did you know that?" I asked.

"If you win you will know," Warrior Cinnabon answered,

"Well, I don't want to be rude, but we need to get a move on."

I got up and felt a sharp pain in my leg. I looked at my leg and it felt like my heart split in half. My leg had a hole right where the kneecap was.

"Uh.....is this normal?" I asked shaking and staring at the hole getting wider and wider.

"Oh no, it isn't!" , shouted The Shy, But Deadly Macaron, hanging from the ceiling rafters."You're going to be erased! Ha, Ha, Ha! You might have the final move, but I have dark magic!"

"This is basic dark magic," said Salty Potato, with something like disdain at this stupid boasting. "Repair the hole."

After she said the words 'repair the hole', the hole disappeared, leaving my skin there.

"Macaron, you're under arrest!" yelled Warrior Cinnabon.

"Please don't arrest me! I'll tell you anything!" pleaded the Macaron.

"Fine, spill it!"

"Everyone but french fry girl is using the Dark Magic curse thing to win!"

"Then 'French fry girl' wins!"

Salty Potato was laughing and mimicking her accent, she would never call someone a name as stupid as that. I was a general. This was awesome!

"Hi, fellow generals," I said shaking Warrior Cinnabons and Salty Potato's hands excitedly.

I left with them and headed to the palace only to be greeted by the shining, dazzling, and beautiful Empress Wintermint Cookie. She ordered the maid to show me my room in the palace and where my armor will be. I followed Chicken Pot Pie to my room. When she opened the door it was like anything you could ever dream of. It was...it was........

"PERFECT!!!" I screamed in excitement.

"Settle down, you bumbling fool! Continue like this and you'll be punished!" snapped Chicken Pot Pie.

"You have no authority over me, and no right to threaten me." I retorted darkly.

"How DARE you! I have more AUTHORITY than you and every right to threaten you! You're just a useless part of the lazy army! You're lucky to be even an inch into the palace!"

"I'm a Head General! How dare you talk to me in such a way!"

"Oh, I'm sorry....."

"You're nothing to me! You treat me like this much longer, and I'll tell everyone EXACTLY how much you hate the Empress!"

"How.............how did you know that!"

She was trembling as she ran down the hallway until I lost sight of her. Oh boy, I thought. I could read minds!

The next day I asked Salty Potato about my powers. She answered, "Everyone that has a high rank is granted power over magic. It's to protect the Empress and the kingdom. Although, if a traitor or a spy is found, their powers will be absorbed into everyone else's mana and the traitor will dissipate into nothingness. The Empress has the most magical power, she gained them when she was Crowned. She also had some since she was born. Got it?" I nodded. I can't wait to try these powers out! 

AN// super long chapter ( for me anyway) hope you enjoy!