"Stay back!" Aedre shouted as she brandished a knife towards the small childlike creature who was grinning oddly enough at her and imitating a small child.
She knew enough that what was in front of her was no small child who just got lost in the forest, it brims of something far more different. It screams anger and jealousy but at what, she doesn't know.
But what she cared for most was Tivona. Eversince the demise of her home, the younger had been taciturn to the point that she had shut herself off from the world. And since the younger was also knew to using the power she had inherited, her aura had been leaking through the barriers and had somehow attracted the creature to the smell of childish innocence.
After taking a small bath and refreshing herself with the water from the river, she had decided to come back with a small catch to likely appease the younger and to hopefully get a response when upon stepping into the clearing, she had sensed somet
"Where are we going?" Parisa asked as she walked beside Akram, her eyes looking around her in wonder; at the people gathered in the square, calling out their wares and inviting customers to have a feel or a taste of their offered goods. "Home." was all Akram answered as he lightly pushed past people, his arm held out, making a sort of barrier against the them and the both of them. "Home..." she repeated, her voice taking on a depressed tone. She wondered how that felt, going back to the place where you belong, where you felt a ease, safe from the prying eyes of the world. But it has been years-millennia even that she had last set foot in her home. She wondered how her fellow brethren are doing, and have they cast her from their hearts for what she had done. Noticing the depressive tone of her voice, Akram turned to her, "Are you alright?" he asked, concerned. She looked up at him, a strained smile on her face, "It's nothing.
“What was the-thing out there?” Tivona shakily asked the Huntress as they walked through the forest, guided by a small orb of flame that the Huntress had conjured earlier.After the Huntress had released an arrow directed at the creature, Aedre took that as a sign to grab Tivona, against to the younger’s protests at the sudden movement and ran from the scene, without looking back, the Huntress following after them.Aedre and her exchanged a look, the other hesitant in telling the younger the truth while she was persistent as there was no use to hide the younger from the horrors of the world as she should get used to it earlier than later.The older-now the caretaker of the younger heaved out a sigh. “A puckwedgie.”“Puckwedgie?”
"I just don't get it," a short brown haired young man with grey eyes asked as he straightened up from his post by the doorway to the atrium of the chamber."Get what?" Null asked as he raised a hand to ran through his silver hair. His eyes searching for something from the thousands of glass bottles enconsced in small alcoves around the room."Why are you so intent on destroying everything?""Not really everything," he replied as he took a random bottle, checked its contents and huffed at the absurdity that was written on it before shoving the brown parchment back into the bottle, not caring a bit if he tore the aged document. "I do want to preserve one thing.""What is it?""None of your business." he replied as he looked around the room, his eyes searching for one particular item that had piqued his interest earlier. Something about old buildings?Why the need to keep some old buildings just for educational purposes while it could pos
She took in a deep breath, her nostrils filled with the smell of the ocean, she closed her eyes and let herself be dragged into the world of blissfulness, her problems being washed away by the currents, her silvery hair flying around her, her body relaxing the wind's embraced."So, you've come." a voice spoke and she slowly opened her eyes."Ah, so it seems that even in dreams you can't stop yourself from barging into other's personal lives." she spoke, her voice calm."It is something that brings me quite the pleasure that none can understand."She turned her head to look over her shoulder at the stranger, her eyes slightly widening as she saw silvery hair with grey eyes."...Wha-what are you doing here?" she asked, her voice shaking while silently cursing herself at the absurdity of having someone hear the fear in her voice.The man calmly smiled, a dangerous look in his eyes as he strode towards her, hands in his p
A frail old man on a wicker chair at the far end of the room, hunched over a desk, his quill moving in a frantic pace as if what he was writing is in dire need to be composed and hidden away.He barely looked up as small timid footsteps approached the desk, accompanied with a trembling shadow cast over the desk, sobs threatening to escape from the visitor."What did I tell you about playing when you haven't finished your studies?" he asked, more like a reminder as he continued writing, eyes fixated on the parchment in front of him."When will I have the chance to enjoy life like those other kids?" a small petulant voice asked, and he slowly raised his head to look at the child he had raised for so many years. "All I've ever done since I could read was pore over dusty scrolls, and recite some useless spells that would never even matter.""And how did you say that what you've read is useless?" he asked, as he st
A small lithe figure floated through throngs of people, her wings slightly extended on her sides, her short black curly hair flew around her face, her blue eyes focused on each and every figure in the room. She landed in front of a tall, graceful woman with long flowing hair, the other sat on a velvet chair, playing a soft tune on the huge harp perched on a small stool. "I've found it, Daena" she breathed as she softly approached the other, her feet barely touching the ground. The other girl slowly opened her eyes-blue-violet-framed with long lashes, turned to face the younger, her face barely changing in expression at all. "Did anyone know?" Daena whispered as she stood up, her white long robes falling gracefully down onto the ground. "No, I made sure that no one is around," the former whispered, her blue eyes bright. "I just still don't get why Parisa was banished. Others have done so much worse." Daena looked
"What are we searching for, really?" Tivona asked quietly as she and Aedre walked back to her village, a few days after roaming through the forest as they endlessly searched for the other member of their supposed group but had found no trace of the other. "Well, according to what I had learned from my mother," Aedre spoke, her eyes on the path in front of them. "The Chamber can only be located once we find the other member of our group." "Ah, so you mean to say that this 'Chamber' is inaccessible unless we are complete, is that it?" "Yes," the elder replied as she turned to look at the younger who was walking beside her, a thought nagging her. "Tivona," she started, her words stuck in her throat, unable to let it out. How would she broach the subject of the young girl's village when she barely had earned back the other's trust after a few days of silent ministrations and few dead expressions glanced on her way? "If this is about my home,
"So, what do you plan to do now?" Akram asked as he and Parisa walked through the marketplace, the other's hair pulled up in a bun and covered by a bonnet. "Plan?" she asked, in confusion as she stopped to look at him. Since she got here, she honestly didn't know how she would fare as she doesn't know how the mortal world works. She knows that people need jobs to live, but to actually apply for one is another matter. She doesn't have any experiences and she also doesn't know anyone that much who would lift a hand to help her. Except for Akram. But he doesn't work in the marketplace. He is a hunter and an adventurer in his spare time. The only way he gets his living is through payment of his clients for a job well done which is rare now as people seemed to be satisfied with what they currently have in store. "Yes, plan." he asked, looking back at her, always mesmerized with the way her mismatched eyes looked at him; with wisdom and age.&n