The Mormon Nation Attacks

      “Hailma!” A spear of darkness shot across the room where James was practicing. The nice part about having such a big building was that there were several areas that were never used and abandoned, like the gym that James was in now. John Paul had mentioned it as a good place that he could practice without anyone noticing his abilities.

      He sent two more spears toward the grey wall in rapid succession. They both hit the really grey wall, not leaving a mark. Dark magic mostly didn't affect solid non-living objects, with some exceptions. It was the opposite of the other Element that James could use, light magic. Light magic passed through any living thing as long as it was pure. Solid objects, on the other hand, it destroyed better than any other element.

      Next was light magic. James turned around, choosing a spell that John Paul had mentioned in passing to him yesterday. “Glorby!” A chain of light sprouted from his hand. It shot out and went to wrap around something. When it failed to wrap around anything, it fell on the floor and disappeared. Glorby was a spell that captured impure targets or things like support beams. It didn't really cause any destruction unless it wrapped around something. Then it would destroy it, living or not.

      “Still, it's weird that something like this exists” James muttered to himself as he panted from exhaustion. As far as John Paul knew, the school had twenty-three gyms, all full sized like the one he was in. What was the point of building so many? He had heard that the builders got stranded, so they just kept building, but that didn’t make much sense. The weather out here was terrible. It was almost impossible to do anything outdoors. Why would the builders go the extra step to build something so big despite that? That’s was not even mentioning the extra costs that would be associated with that or the fact that the number of materials was like fifty times what was needed for the school.

      James plopped on the floor. His magic had gone down from practice, and his remaining supply was low. Everyone had a limited pool of religious powers they could use, and that pool got bigger the more you used religious powers. The only downside was you had to wait for your religious powers to refill once you hit empty.

      “Wolf, wolf.” Jame heard a sound behind him, like a dog barking. He turned to see what looked to be a small husky standing in the gym, looking up at him. Its black and white fur was covered with snow, while a pile of snow was on the ground, being shaken off by the dog.

      Its brown and blue eyes stared at James in a friendly sort of way. A swooshing sound could be heard from its tail as it wagged back and forth like a chainsaw. Put a piece of wood in the middle of that, and it would be split right in two.

      James got on his knees and held out his hands to the dog, causing the husky to run towards James and get petted by him. “Aww, what are you doing out here? It's cold out here you know. Yes it is, oh yes it is.” James continued to baby talk the dog as he saw Motifa walk in the room, this time wearing a green plaid unbuttoned shirt with a blue tee-shirt under it.

      “What's up y'all, or it's just you James,” He said in his normal country accent. His expression changed when he saw the dog. “Aw shucks, free food!”

      “What the heck is wrong with you?” James pulled the husky towards him in a protective manner, looking sad. He thought he found another believer in the cult of Jojo’s. John Paul was always going on about the religious stuff, but Jojo’s was the true religion for him. He worshiped Dio’s wonderful existence nightly, like any Jojo’s fan should do. However, no Jojo’s fan would kill a dog. That was a right reserved for the holy one, Dio, who threw A dog into a fire at the beginning of his epic tale. Also, Jonathen was against the divine one killing the dog, so killing dogs was considered bad. No real Jojo’s stand would ever even think of killing a dog.

      “So you're not gonna let me eat him. What a gosh darn tootin shame. Anyway, I came here to practice my earth magic, not to eat y'all's dog. Where'd you get that dog at anyway?” He asked.

      “He just appeared here, out of nowhere.” Said James, bewildered.

      “Maybe he is one of those catholic dogs that they apparently have. Apparently the deep state has been working on some of those for a while now, trying to get rid of us true southern baptists.”

      “Oh great, he is one of those.” James thought. “If they're trying to get rid of you true southern baptists, then why do you use catholic, and not prodastant powers?

      “It's the deep state trying to trick us. I would never say this in front of his face, but I think John Paul is some kind of government experiment by the lizards that control the world to make us all catholic, then rule the world with their newfound power. Or it could be the aliens that live on area 51, using their technology to make us believe that powers exist! They're onto us, yeah, but I'm onto them James, I'm on to them!!”

      Motifa finished his rant out of breath as James tried to comprehend what he had just heard. He had thought that Motifa was some crazy conspiracy theorist, but he was worse than that, he was drawn into the point where there was no escape. “Ok then… First of all, why would they care about southern baptists vs catholics. They're pretty much the same thing anyway. The people on the southern baptist side just tend to be more eccentric, but most of them are still good people. Also if John Paul was an experiment, then how would we be able to use said powers?”

      Motifa interrupted him before he could finish. “It's the fluoride in the water I tell you. They make us see things in our minds. That's how they control what we do and don't see, with the drugs that make us all content and blind to the truth.”

      “Ok, but how would we be getting the drugs? Is it in the snow, because that's where we get our water from up here. There's no fluoride in our water anyway, its just water because there's no bacteria in it. It's too cold for all the bacteria. Who did you hear all this stuff from anyway?

      Motifa smiled. “From a true patriot, R!”

      “R?” James tilted his head in confusion.

      “He is an incider exposing the truth about all the governments hiding from us. He gives us all info from his reliable site of 5-chan and is a voice in the darkness for all of us who don't want to be sheep anymore.”

      James started to laugh. Motifa was getting his information from a completely random person on an anonymous messaging board. That was impressively dumb.

      “That's part of the reason I'm up here. They kicked my family up here because I got too close to the truth and there was less I could do while being trapped in the north pole. Heck up here I can't even break into the white house!”

      “Wow. literally 1984.” John Paul said walking into the room. He went over to where James was sitting with the dog and grabbed it by its stomach so it could lay comfortably in his hands. Despite the weight of the dog, John Paul looked like it was as light as a feather as the husky licked him while being held like a baby. “I just needed to come in here really quickly to grab this Mormon over here. He can't exactly do much once I destroy the camera that they put on him.”

      James stood up. “Wait, you're saying that's a mormon dog?”

      “Yep. Elder Price here was teleported here to get a layout of the building. Luckily the builder was high on something and made this building a maze. Otherwise they could have teleported him somewhere useful like the lunchroom which we seem to leave.” He said.

      John Paul got up and looked at Motifa. “Hey, you're not talking about that R stuff again Motifa, are you?”

      “Of course I am. It's the truth I tell ya. R and Dio are practically on the same level as deities. You just don't understand with all your catholic sophistication or whatnot.”

      “Uhh… ok. You can't really say they have screws loose when they don't have any screws in the first place.At this point you do you. Not worth it to teach a person who believes the earth is in the shape of a dinosaur. Anyway, because you’re here why don't you and James have a fight. That sounds good to you two?”

      “I gue-”

      “Perfect. Now James, go over there near the black line.” John Paul said, pointing toward the black border on the gym that represented the boundaries in a basketball game. “And Motifa, go stand around twenty meters that way, slightly past the line.”

      “Meters? What in the farming tractor are those?”

      “Ah right, my bad. Thats around sixty-six freedom units”

      “Why didn't you just say that in the beginning. I only use real units, ones that make sense. Who would use that european crap anyway. Those units don't look to be very free or useful. Merica!!”

      “You certainly seem to be very passionate. Tell you what, if you beat James, we’ll switch to freedom units for the rest of the book.” John Paul sighed, as if that was something he didn't want to do.

      James and Motifa went and stood on the opposite ends of the gym, Motifa looking way more excited than James was. They both looked at John Paul, waiting for the inclination to start. James focused energy all around his body. He didn't know how well light magic would work, so dark would probably be his go to. Worst case scenario, his plot armour would apparently activate.

      John Paul created a portal in front of him and held the husky above it. It was a fiery ring, with the inside looking like a warped flame of some kind. It was like looking at a flame while high on LSD, James thought.

      “The second that I drop the husky in the portal to my room, you two start. Does anyone have any questions? No? Good. Begin!” He said as he let the dog go. It disappeared into the fiery abyss as it left the gym for John Paul’s room.

      Motifa immediately sent a chunk of dirt towards James, which he dodged by ducking under it. He then immediately almost got hit by a second one, but luckily it hit the ground right before it hit James, not leaving a scratch on him.

      James got up and immediately pointed his hand at Motifa.
“Hailma” He thought to himself as a speak of darkness shot out. He immediately followed that up with several more, all sailing towards Motifa.

      Motifa created a wall of earth to protect himself. It was around ten freedom units across and five tall. As the spears hit the wall one by one, the earth slowly got knocked away until there was nothing left. The last spear of darkness broke through the wall, but at that point Motifa was already gone. He was running to the side, with his arms behind him.

      Several chunks of rock appeared in front of him, floating. The main difference however was that these were pointed like spears, making them more aerodynamic. When Motifa sent them flying through the air, they sped much faster than the rocks before. Luckily however, they all missed by a wide margin. One of them was on track to hit James, but suddenly got hit by a random air current from the heater and barely missed James.

      James counted by creating a wall of light and sent it towards Motifa. It was a risk because it could just go through him, but if it worked, then James would have a whole variety of options he didn't have before.

      Motifa went to dodge it, running as fast as he could. He ran to the edge, and while trying to fully clear it, got hit by the edge of the wall. He could be hit by light magic. That ment that his soul was not pure, and James could take advantage of that.

      He sent a wave of hammers made of light towards Motifa, putting all his energy towards them. Motifa put up barriers, but they did nothing. One hammer was more than enough to destroy each barrier. They hit the back of the gym and exploded in a dust storm. A huge cloud of grey dust covered half of the gym, making it so no one could see what happened to Motifa.

      James felt elated. Unless the worst possibility happened, He had won. The accurid freedom units would be no more, and the fake Jojo’s fan would not be discussing the great name of Dio for a long time. He turned to John Paul to walk over, then stopped.

      The ground under him was starting to sink like quicksand. It was slow, but getting faster as it lowered more and more. A sinkhole. Motifa had used his ability to win the battle.

      Suddenly, James started to glow. Golden particles shone off him at an alarming rate as the gym suddenly exploded, making Motifa stop his sinkhole ability. Standing in the new hole was a group of young men all wearing the same uniform, with white button up shirts and black ties. They had dress pants the same color of the tie and all had a book somewhere on their person. Mormons, they were Mormons.

      The one in front took a step forward and spoke for the group. “Hello, my name is Elder Matt, and I am here to tell you about this amazing opportunity that the church has had, and sadly that involves getting rid of all of you.”