The ground seemed to quake beneath my feet. My toes were numb from the cold. As my nerves and restlessness increased, I almost stopped noticing the soil's roughness against my bare feet. Terror filled my mind and body.
For a while, I considered fleeing. I was so anxious to escape the shadowy sorcerer that I almost ran. I had only walked a short distance when I saw what looked like a comet encased in light crashing toward me. An object that seemed like a stone but was actually coated in thorns and fire smacked me in the face. When I stood up, the pain in my right leg was so bad that I almost started wheezing.
I overheard a young voice remark, "You can't get away from a black sorcerer, Stella." The assurance in his voice suggested that he believed what he was saying. Behind me, I could sense his body.
I knelt and cried. After missing the first time, he struck me in the left leg with another flaming ball of darkness. I grunted in pain, almost shattering my teeth. O
Every part of our body radiates light constantly. A dazzling brightness overwhelmed the eyes. He gasped for air repeatedly. His chest was so close to my face that I could feel it rise and fall. When he held me, he squeezed me hard. I could feel his body heat and his sweat on my flesh. His snarl was deep and menacing. Because of the agony and rage that had built up in his chest, I thought. Even though he was in constant anguish, his grip on me never loosened. He said, "Go hide somewhere safe." He puffed up his chest, which was perfectly sculpted. It took a moment, but I finally managed to swallow. I just took a fleeting peek at his countenance. His face stared back at me, all glowing and handsome. I saw the terror in his eyes, despite his best efforts to disguise it behind fluttering lids. What was behind him seemed scary, but I couldn't guess his specific worry. Asked, "Are you going to be secure?" To answer, I inhaled deeply of the hazy air and inquired. He clenched his jaw. "I
That guy—Sandro, he's Aragon, right?" I just couldn't fathom it. So, I carefully got to my feet. Both of my hands were up to cover my lips. As it all mingled in my lungs, the air became thicker.Nobody would be surprised if the missing student were to show up here. Here he comes, looking for the one person he's always wanted to abduct: me.The abrupt arrival of young Aragon even caught Chase off guard. He just stood there, waiting for whatever would happen next. He had no desire to cause harm to or take the life of Trinity.Sandro just smiled wickedly as he stood there. We were concerned that he had gone missing. It just vanished into thin air. A moment later, he stood before us. Alive. He looked at us blankly, as if he didn't recognize the name. Her crimson-purple gaze shifted from Chase to me."Shifter Santi, this is not some forced get-together. I've come to get my portion of Stella's power."Chase shortly apprehended me. He walked over to where I was while his knuckles were white
The holy trinity was cloaked in a smoky energy of many colors. As a group, the three of them were imposing in stature. They crowded all around Chase and me.The dashing man in pajamas exclaimed, "I'm about to sleep! I had already brushed my teeth, and here we are!" His intense blue eyes blinked at me, and he grinned devilishly. He shook his head and refocused on the rivals.The man in the leather jacket who looked like Chase said, "Take her to my place, Chase. We'll take care of it." He looked directly in front of him at the two shadowy sorcerers.The guy sitting next to me remained silent the entire time. His godlike features stared at me, and his silvery eyes showed no emotion.I still can't believe I'm this close to them. In this most inconvenient of situations, the gods of Tribus were with us. The cause of my family and I being in Tribus.The time spent staring up at the Tribus gods was brief. Chase's arms tightened around my waist, and I felt his weight. After bending over slight
For a few moments, I was motionless in my seat and almost missed Sir Strike and Chase's argument. My spirit quickly returned to reality when the mansion's large lobby door opened.Sir Fernando and the rest of the deadlocks were revealed when the door was opened. Each wore a different expression. Some were astounded by the structure and interior of the house, while others wondered and questioned why they were there."Stella! Stella!" Myra yelled from the door. When I turned around, she was already running towards where I was sitting. Angela and the deadlocks' children were following her."Is she all right?" Sir Fernando inquired, concerned. He was staring at me as he spoke to the sitting Sir Dane."She's fine! So far, no missing parts.""All right, then.""Isn't it the perfect time for a hug?" Dane asked as he opened his arms wide to embrace Sir Fernando.Sir Ferns shifted his gaze away from his cousin as if he was caught in an awkward situation."Is he gay, Cheese?" Myra asked, huggin
Back at the school, everything appeared to be operating normally. We continued our regular classes as if there were no danger. Nothing out of the ordinary has occurred. Top teams only conduct occasional scouting missions.Sandro was still a secret to the deadlocks. The Trinity told them that keeping quiet about where Aragon went was best. This was a terrible secret to keep from them, but I knew that I had to ensure their safety. Innocence, I hoped, would be enough to protect them.Our foraging training has come to an end. Ed Vega taught his students about edible wild plants like mushrooms, moss, and berries. The fact that we could put what we learned to use in the real world made the lesson all the more engaging. The training sessions they've been giving us seemed more like practice for an eventuality in which these abilities would be crucial after reading this.It was almost precisely nine o'clock, and we were still outside. While the deadlock children were ten
A pair of quick, fiery feet moved towards the shock point just before the electric ball could hit Mira. Glor Fina's unique countermove to the strong force was like something out of a jaw-dropping circus as she jumped and dashed.She quickly kicked the electricity upward, thanks to her long arms' ability to build up rotational forces as they approached the ball. It clumped together like a little comet and shot back into space.After being rescued by her sister, Mira was left gasping. The eyes slowly opened as she did. She looked shocked and disbelieving in her eyes as they landed on me. What my hands had done even shocked me.The counterattack was unexpected. Leaving the surprise felt like my wrists moved in tandem with the cosmos. Somewhere within me, I discovered a pleasant surprise.Being underestimated worked to my benefit, I thought. What I did wasn't something I felt any remorse about. The way the other students treat the deadlocks, whether they iden
"No one's going to be an abyssal demon, kid."Simultaneously, we looked over to where Sir Ferns had been standing, at the garden's wooden gate. His calm, almost startled expression moved from me to Oswin. I could see the rising irritation in his eyes and hear the shallowness of his breath as he attempted to keep the power above his shoulders from crashing.Everyone in the camp rose to greet the camp leader."Sir Ferns," Mauvi, Regina, Martha, and Lux all ran to him. Before returning to us, the camp's leader ruffled Mauvi's hair.We were all gathered inside the cottage garden, waiting for The Drift beyond the rectangle railing. Perhaps they were waiting for Sir Ferns' approval before splitting us into three groups.Our camp's commander cleared his throat. "There will be a still hour today," he said, "and no one knows the precise time save Lyka Millar, who is currently being kept captive by the black sorcerers.""Is she the girl who was colore
Both Chase's demeanor and response when I came close were unruffled. The slovenly Fabian stood behind Myra and Oswin while they chatted under the willow tree. My eyes met Chase's, and he smiled. My eyes betrayed the residual unease I was trying to conceal. I mustered up the will to seem happy, but my lips quivered. There was no fooling my face. His gaze was questioning. His deep gold eyes peered at every detail of my skin. "A-are you okay?" he asked, not leaving my sight. I had no idea why my cheeks had turned hot. To cover it, I walked by him and toward Myra. I was about to walk away from the man when I felt his warm palm on my left arm. Our skin still shined. It refused to give up. "Don't ever leave my sight," he said possessively. I came to a halt and stared at it. Because of what he said, the strength of my chest beat doubled. I had to raise my head to view his face. "I know you're trying to protect me, Chase, but there are other people wh
Chase wished for her. Because fate had decreed that he would be the one to save the Tribe when evil seeded. For a long time, almost every living thing on the planet believed that this was the ultimate goal—he who would save us all. True. I'm guessing quite frequently. But, there are those people who selected the road to their own ruin. Either temporarily or indefinitely. He could have been one of the unlucky few. Be cautious of what you hope for. The rumors have it, but he didn't pay any heed. Chase did not beg a falling star to help him keep the tribe safe on the night in question. He merely desired to be content. The desire to find true love. He thought that true love had an eternal essence. He did. Stella descended from the stars the same night. His desire. Yet, if wishes could be granted, why didn't his hope for bliss and eternal love come true? Why did it tear him to shreds? Perhaps not all of our desires are granted; perhaps a meteor's fall does not magically fulfill all of
My mind was deluged with disturbing visuals. There appeared to be no living things. Nothing but an enormous void of darkness exists. Should we consider Tribes over at this point? Is this what my bleak visions of the future mean? So, this is it? "Chase," Mira muttered behind me. He clung to my arm, which he hadn't done in a long time because he hated me for losing Sandro. "Please tell me what you see, Isabel. Please let me know if you can see the photo of us... of Tribus." I stammered as I tried to speak. As thick black smoke gradually enveloped the entire dome, my entire system trembled. "I'm not seeing anything. I can't. Nothing is visible to me!" "This can't be happening," said Fina, who was standing behind me. The density of the dark smoke increased. None of the doom tree's limbs were visible to us. Our shared anxiety united us. Is it the end of everything? The last place I saw Chase, my eyes widened as I noticed a small light there. That is until the intensity of the storm
A strong breeze blew. Leaves, small branches, and sand fluttered in the breeze. The entire opening of that volcano was barely visible to me. Even with my glasses on, I fell asleep because my lashes are short. I leaned in close to Fabian and Stella. "Clypeus!" Mira begins to cast her spell. Then, gradually, a semitransparent, glass-like dome forms around us. Mira sat behind the sobbing Fabian, comforting his back. Many people see it as rude and hard, but there is a hint of sadness on its face. It is understanding. "She desired to live. I could see it in her eyes. She wanted to be with us, but fate had other plans." The man hugged Stella's body once more. "She's a pleasant person. I'm sorry for your loss, Fabian and Isa "Fina, who was sitting at Stella's feet, made a sad statement. Even though Fina's statement was brief, I could sense her sincerity. I was surprised to hear Mira sobbing behind Fabian. Perhaps he is sorry for what he did to Stella. Tears formed on the bridge of her ey
A piercing scream filled the volcano's mouth. Fighting with opponents had almost rendered me paralyzed. Chase here. I can hear his anguish from where I am. He's finished it. It has been completed. Stella has been drained to death by him. Stella... My dearest friend. She's left. She was consumed by both, as I have seen many times. All of my friends were being taken away from me by fate. Sandro. Myra. Oswin. Now Stella. Tears streamed down my cheeks gradually. I really wish we had more time. Stella exudes positivity. I wish it had ended differently. This is not the case. This is not the case. Chase yelled once more. This created a powerful wave of energy. The man is in mourning. I understand your anguish. That is why his power has been increased by a factor of two. Never underestimate the strength of a bereaved soul. It is capable of destroying an entire village in its grief. Thank you very much! I raised my eyes to the doom tree's flowers once more. My heart was pounding
From the glowing cylinders strewn about, three divine forms form a triangle. A tailcoat tuxedo in a scotch mist white with solid silver Gothic buttons was what Sir Ultra wore. As he descended into the volcano's crater, his mournful gaze followed me. Sir Blue Dane, decked out in a brown military jacket and worn pants, stood across the way. Sir Strike comes down from up high in his trademark black trenchcoat and blows off the Santis. The nearest landing spot was right here, and he kept looking between me and Chase, who was still asleep. That's right, they've finally arrived. Trinity touched down in the volcano's sandy crater. They didn't waste any time, Blue Dane and Ultra. As soon as they landed, they unleashed a barrage of counterattacks on their foes. Meanwhile, I was aware of Sir Strike's close proximity to me. In an instant, his jaws tightened and his golden eyes narrowed. "I hope we're not late," he said quietly as he yanked the grass wrapped around me with all his effort. Whe
Like a light of a single firefly banishing in the prey's mouth, his burning eyes were gone, and so was his grip, which was almost an inch away from my hands. Oswin was able to move him to the point where the bullets would have passed through, which should have been for the enemy. Chase hesitated when he got to his new place, but as soon as he did, three bullets hit his right chest in quick succession. Chase almost recoiled as the bullets hit his body. White, icy mist splattered from the gunshot. like a ball bursting inside after hitting a sharp and deadly bullet. My heart slowly disintegrated seeing his demise. "Chase!" I screamed. I tried to run towards where the man was now unable to move and what looked like a lump of ice in the standing. Chase was frozen solid, metaphorically speaking. He was paralyzed from the neck down. As the scalding liquid trickled down my cheeks, I made an effort to close the gap. As I walked up to the man, tears filled my eyes. It didn't go unnoticed b
This scene was shattered by four shots fired in rapid succession. My first taste of the pungent, cold gunpowder came from the locusts released by Isabel's magical rifle.The next thing I noticed was the smell, which seemed to be deteriorating muscle, fabric, and rubber. When I turned around to face the shadow sorcerers following me, I saw that they, too, were dissolving like ice in the presence of a powerful flame. Isabel praised them as she walked toward them with her gun still pointed at Sandro. Myra and Oswin stayed inside the massive energy orb. Sandro made a gesture that his black coworkers should not attack. I think he was trying to protect Isabel. The all-black group didn't do anything as the student regent moved closer to his old friend. Sandro froze in place. Isabel approached him, the rifle pointing directly at his face. As the man traced a path between them, I saw Isabel take a few gulps at a time. When he got close enough, I could see the whites of his eyes reddening un
"Detrahet me in vas+," came a whisper in the wind. It echoed in my head. Detrahet me in vas... I was suddenly reminded of the mark it made on my mind during the silent hour at the academy, which Isabel informed me meant "bring me the vessel."As the four dark sorcerers held me captive, I fought to free myself. The tight grasp of their dry hands and sharp nails had already begun to irritate my arm and leg. I was definitely terrified when I saw his face again, and I let out a shriek. The look on his face spelled doom for me.I felt my chest disappear. Because of the attention I received from my peers, the struggle was particularly intense. Chase emerged from hiding behind the massive boulder and began to stand. Time will tell, but it seems likely that it will bolt off again soon.They are doomed to die. If it didn't finish, people could feel sorry for me, and that would lead to many deaths. I would not tolerate pity on anyone else's part.But what should I do first, and how?It seemed t
Each passing second was accompanied by the shrill sound of my heart. Then the noise level skyrocketed, and I could see everything happening right in front of my eyes. It felt like my body was going numb with each pulse of my heart and every pump of my veins.A part of me felt like it was wasting away, but my brain wouldn't let me give up.Yes. I did my best to stick to the established sequence. My world nearly came apart at the seams because I trusted the weaver's prophecy. I thought that the beginning and end of my story were written by the universe itself.But.In the middle of the beginning and the end, a pause gave me a chance to alter my fate, if I so chose.This was presented to me by him.I needed Chase to give me hope so that I could keep going until the battle was over. To fight back at every turn, and perhaps throw a wrench into what the foresightful weavers and seers have planned.As he raced to save me, I realized he wanted to prove that he would fight and try to change fa