Spells

Rio: To the much appreciation to our readers, Ele, and Cry! I present to you, the next chapter to the story!

Ele: About freaking time!

Rio: Hey, I’ve been busy. Anyways, I will start to type!

Tab: Isn’t there a new character?

Rio: Ah yes.

Nic: The new character’s name isn’t really mentioned in this chapter but you have a glimpse of him.

Ele: Start already!

Nicole breathed slowly, taken large even breaths. The room was dark and she could hear Crystal creep around the room. Nicole raised her arm and touched the smooth hard surface of the wall. It was to dark outside for her to see any sign on the building to tell her what it was, it could be a pub for all she knew. She ran her hand along the wall beside her, easily dodging any desks and flower pots in her way.

Nicole soon found a room with the boy holding up the lantern beside her. The boy was practically wearing robes, no doubt he was a street rat who had been spared from the slaughter that had made this place barren.

Nicole looked around the room, even though a lantern was lit by her side, the room was completely dark. She snatched up the lantern and held it further out into the room. She still couldn’t see anything, something was abnormal about the darkness here.

Far across the ocean in Castle Tyrana…

Tajma smoothed down his robes again. He always did it to relax him and make him prepared for any sudden events.

This time, however, he dearly needed to be relaxed if he wanted to do what he wanted to do correctly. In front of him was a small dais with some flasks, bowls, and one pouch of herbs. Moonlight seeped in through a large opening in the ceiling. To Tajma’s right was a podium that held a closed book.

Tajma breathed a deep breath; he had trained and killed people so he could come to this moment. Now he was going to succeed. Nobody would deny his strength or his power. He smiled at the thought of banishing his sister to eternal death or maybe even slumber. The smile faded as he opened up the old book.

It was an old ancient book, the spine was broken and the pages were yellow and fragile, but it was still worth something. Some of the bowls on the dais had red powder while the others had purple powder. By the looks of it, some of the flasks contained some other strange things.

Tajma reached over the bowls and grabbed one of the crystal flasks. He popped off the stopper and emptied a purple liquid into a bowl. The mixture swirled around the bowl as it was emptied, and then it became still. Tajma closed the flask and held it far from him to his left, and then dropped it to the ground. The crystal glass shattered as he crashed into the ground.

Tajma grinned as he heard the glass shatter, to him it sounded like a scream, the scream of his dear sister. His grin once again vanished as he grabbed a handful of red powder from the bowl. Letting some of the powder sing through his fingers he dropped it into the purple mixture in the bowl. The powder swirled around, mixing itself in the purple liquid. It continued to swirl in till it looked like real blood.

As Tajma stared at the still bloody liquid an angry face appeared on its surface. Thundering footsteps came from behind him. Tajma sighed and grabbed an out stretched hand that was going to push him from behind.

With his firm grip, Tajma twisted the young boy around, shoving his arm to his back. The boy yelped in pain as Tajma shoved his thumb. Tajma grinned, reaching behind him for a flask with his free hand. Seizing the flask, he popped it open with his thumb and poured thick black goop into the bowl. The bloody water began to swirl once again.

Soon the liquid was still and it looked like blood once again. Tajma dropped the flask and seized the bowl. Holding the bowl firmly he brought it over to his captive’s mouth. The boy struggled to get free as the side of the bowl touched his lips. It was inevitable. The liquid spilled into his mouth and he was forced to swallow.

Some of the fowl liquid splashed to the ground as the boy tried to spit it out. When the bowl was empty, Tajma let go of the boy, who instantly fell to the ground, lying in a deathlike stillness. Tajma grunted and kicked the boy’s foot to see if he was wake but the boy didn’t move.

Tajma smoothed down his robes, smiling to himself and turned around to proceed with his work.

Ele: That was odd.

Tab: Indeed.

Rio: You’re welcome!

Nic: What is it, the goop sounded disgusting!

Rio: You’ll know, you’ll know.