Another option“You guys should wait a minute.” Lycidas stood up from the floor. His regeneration now complete. “I’m still a learner in the use of my magic. I can’t do anything serious so just continue your lives like you have been because you still don’t have a warlock. Only my mom is a fully realised sorcerer.” “Take us to her then.”“She’s dead.” Lycidas said, exasperated. “That was the whole point of my revenge. The main reason why I wanted to kill her. If she was alive, I wouldn’t be here trying to avenge her now, would I?”“Oh true.” Claud said. “Is there not a way to magically talk to the dead?”“You’re saying it like we can do whatever we want with magic without any consequences or repercussions.” Lycidas said. “Magic is not the way the fairy tales put it to be. Magic is a give and take situation. U can’t draw magic out of thin air. You need to get energy from somewhere and since there are no things in the human world with the type of energy source I need, I’ll have to draw e
Hoia Baciu againThe journey to the Hoia Baciu Forest began at midnight, when the moonlight pierced the dense canopy of the ancient trees. The air was crisp and cool, laden with the earthy scent of moss and decaying leaves. Claud, led the group with long, confident strides. His eyes, a piercing blue, scanned the path ahead, ever watchful for any sign of danger.Beside him walked Lupa, her lithe form moving with a grace that belied her strength. Lycidas and Elena got a hint of her relationship with Claud because of the small, tender gestures they exchanged. A touch on the arm, a shared glance, a quick smile and occasional giggles.Elena, the person who had unwittingly released a demon into the world, followed closely behind them. Her face was pale with worry, her eyes wide and darting at every rustle and shadow. The weight of her mistake hung heavily on her shoulders, and the presence of the demon within her cast a dark shadow over her soul. She clutched at her coat, her fingers trembl
Hoia Baciu Again IIThey all nodded, a renewed sense of determination settling over them. As they pressed on, the eerie silence of the forest was punctuated only by the sound of their footsteps and the occasional whisper of the wind through the trees.As the Claud, Lupa, Lycidas and Elena continued through the oppressive, shadowed depths of the Hoia Baciu Forest, a sudden whistling noise pierced the air. In an instant, Claud’s reflexes kicked in, and he leaped into action, catching an arrow mere inches from Elena’s head.“Positions, everyone! We’re under attack!” Claud roared, his voice echoing through the trees. “Any ideas who it could be?” he asked, glancing at Lycidas.“Trolls,” Lycidas replied, a note of grim recognition in his voice. “They’re thieves, carnivores, and magical creatures. Not as strong as a werewolf individually, but formidable in numbers.”Before Claud could respond, the forest exploded into chaos. The trolls had planned their attack meticulously. Hundreds of them
Fairies“So we’re finally here?”“Not quite.” Lycidas said. “The village of the pixies, their hive. Is the last stop before the tomb that harbours the eldershard crystal. If we can get past their village without making noise or alerting them. It’ll be perfect. That way we’ll only have to deal with the guardian pixies, the astral but if the village finds out that we’re here, they’ll attack us and make us lose the element of surprise. We’ll definitely prevail and beat every pixie in the village. They’re no match for us but the astrals, they’re a different type of pixie. Stronger, faster and smarter. If they see us beating their whole village, they’ll resort to severe measures to protect the eldershard crystal. I don’t know what they’ll do but I’m sure we won’t stand a chance anymore if they get that prep time.” “So what should we do?”“Wait for nightfall.”“Nightfall again?” Lupa asked. “We have just one day left. If we don’t get back tomorrow to the demon it’ll free itself from the bi
Clash with the pixies.The pixies surrounded them with their tiny spears and tiny arrows. It looked insignificant but they knew that word must have reached the astrals by now.“Should we?”“Wait let me try something first.” Lycidas said. “Non vobis nocere volumus. Solum volumus rem recuperare quae eruptionem daemonum sistet.”“Mendacia!” The pixie leading the attack replied “Millenniorum daemonibus caruimus. Solum nostra artificia furari vultis ut ea ad privatos usus convertatis.”“Hoc non verum est. Humanus daemonem invocavit, itaque ego, magus, rem necessariam habeo ut energiam requisitam ad eum in infernum remittendum colligam.” Lycidas said“Audivimus quid trollis feceritis. Non possumus vobis credere.” The pixie replied “Impugnate!”“I didn’t know that you could speak… what was that? Spanish? French?” “Latin.” Lycidas said. “All my magic spells are in Latin so I had to learn Latin before learning magic and besides Latin is the language that all mystical beings understand. Just l
Clash With Pixies IILycidas studied the pattern. “It looks like a cycle, a balance of elements. We need to activate them in the right order to unlock the door.”Claud frowned. “But what’s the order?”Lupa looked thoughtful. “If I remember correctly, the ancient texts spoke of the cycle of creation and destruction. Water nourishes earth, earth produces life, life creates fire, fire produces ash, and ash becomes earth again. It’s a cycle.”Lycidas nodded. “So we need to follow the cycle.” He pointed to the symbols. “Water, earth, life, fire, ash.”They studied the door, noting the connections between the symbols. “But how do we activate them?” Claud asked.Lupa noticed small depressions in each symbol. “I think we need to press them in the right order.”“Let’s try it,” Lycidas said. He reached out and pressed the water symbol first. The symbol glowed faintly, and the light spread along the lines connecting it to the earth symbol.Claud pressed the earth symbol next, and it too began to
The Astral Pixies“They are just standing like statues.” Claud said. “Should we? Should we not?”“I’ve never gotten this far before so I don’t know what to do.” Lycidas said. “I’ve only read about the Astral Pixies in books. I’ve never met one. They’re powers are gotten from the stars. They’re very powerful.”“Who dares disturb our slumber?” The Astral with the red eyes spoke out first. “Down here.” Lycidas said. The astrals looked down first before Lycidas continue talking. “So we’re going to need that crystal. Just hand it over and we’ll be on our way. No need to turn this into a fight.”“A fight?” The pixie laughed. “It’ll be a massacre. You don’t have the power to even stain my weapon. It’s better you leave now that you have the chance so that we’ll not have to kill you like the others that made it this far more than two millennials ago.”“Lycidas we don’t have time for this.” Claud said. “lets take them.”“On this, I agree with you.”Claud, Lycidas, and Lupa finally confronted t
Mistakes“We have to get to Elena and take her back to Verdant.”“Let me see the crystal first.” Lycidas asked.“There will be time to explore the powers of the crystal after we banish the demon.” Lupa said. “Let’s go now.”Lycidas didn’t say anything again as they ran towards where they told Elena to wait. They saw Elena just standing and staring into space.“Elena we got it! We got it!” Lupa said excitedly. “What’s with that look on your face?”“It’s 12:13am” Elena replied.“So?”“It’s tomorrow already. The demon has been released.” Elena said.“How do you know this?” As if waiting for it’s cue, the demon came out from the darkness, hands on Elena’s shoulder then whispered into her ear. “I’m the master now.”After saying that the demon moved backwards with her slowly before vanishing completely into the darkness.“Shit! Shit! Shit!!!” Lupa exclaimed hands on her head. “How did it find her?”“The bind between them works both ways.” Lycidas said dryly. “She can track the demon where
As Seraphiel and Orionis floated into the sky, Orionis glanced at Seraphiel with curiosity. “Why didn’t you take away Damien’s powers? That was the price for Matilda’s life, wasn’t it?”Seraphiel smiled, his gaze fixed on the stars above. “I saw something in him. There’s no one more deserving of the title of the chosen one than Damien.”Orionis chuckled softly, nodding in agreement. “I suppose you’re right.”“Just don’t tell Astrid yet. I hate it when she’s right. She’ll rub it in my face.”With that, the two celestial beings ascended higher, their forms disappearing into the night sky, leaving behind only the faint shimmer of their presence.The wind was harsh against Damien’s face as he walked back home. The air heavy with the scent of rain. The sky was an inky black, clouds hanging low, blotting out the moon and stars. A faint drizzle started to fall, tapping lightly on the ground, and he pulled his coat higher on his shoulder. His boots crunched against the gravel as he strolled
The end?The family of four walked slowly through the familiar streets of Riverdale, but this time, it all felt different. The trees seemed taller, the air crisper, as if the town itself had transformed while they were gone. Claud glanced at the cobblestone streets, feeling a sense of nostalgia pull at him. It was as if each house they passed, each flower blooming in a neighbor’s yard, held a memory waiting to be rediscovered. Lupa’s hand brushed against his, her eyes flicking around, taking it all in with a quiet smile. They hadn’t been gone for long, not even up to a week but somehow, coming back made it feel like an eternity had passed.Damien, walking just behind them, was unusually silent. Normally full of chatter, he now took in everything with wide eyes, as if seeing their hometown for the first time. Clary had fallen behind to inspect a cluster of daisies on the roadside, twirling one between her fingers before skipping back to the group.When they finally reached the fami
The Challenge of the ChosenDay 4As dawn broke on the fourth day, the sun’s rays pierced through the thick canopy, casting dappled patterns on the forest floor. The air was crisp, and the sounds of chirping birds filled the space around them. They packed up their campsite, the smell of charred wood still lingering in the air, a remnant of the stories shared around the campfire.After a quick breakfast of rations, they set off once more, feeling a renewed sense of purpose. Wulfric led the way, his expression serious as he felt the shift in energy around them.“Today will be different,” he warned, his voice low. “The trials will test the chosen one in ways we haven’t encountered yet. The challenge ahead will require not just strength but also wisdom and courage.”“How do you know so much about the chosen one and these trials?” Damien asked.“I’ve been studying these things for a long time because I’ve always craved having a place that we wouldn’t have to hide but be free to be ourselv
Journey to the unknown IIDay 3The morning fog hung thickly in the air, enveloping the forest in an eerie shroud. Unlike the gentle morning mist that usually lifted with the sun, this fog felt heavy and charged with ancient energy, as if the very trees were watching them. Each footstep Damien took sank slightly into the ground, a reminder of the trials ahead, testing their resolve as they ventured deeper into the woods.He glanced at his companions. Claud moved ahead, ever vigilant, his sharp gaze scanning their surroundings. Tara walked closely beside him, her posture alert and tense.“This feels different today,” Damien muttered under his breath.“It is,” Wulfric replied, glancing back. “We’re getting close.”As they continued, the path twisted and changed, narrowing in some places while expanding in others, as though the forest was shifting to confuse them. The trees seemed almost alive, their bark rippling subtly, pulsating with a rhythm that hinted at something deeper below.“Ke
Journey to the unknown.Day 1The pack moved in near silence as they walked through the dense forest, the only sounds being the crunch of leaves beneath their boots and the occasional rustle of branches in the wind. The forest was alive with the sounds of nocturnal creatures, though none seemed to draw near. The air was cool, and the smell of damp earth and pine needles lingered as they pushed deeper into the woods.Damien led the way, Wulfric walking close beside him, while Claud, Tara, Lupa, and Clary flanked the rest of the pack. Wolves prowled in their animal forms, eyes glowing faintly in the shadows, while others remained human, their hands never far from their weapons.The further they walked, the more the forest seemed to change. The trees grew taller, their trunks wider and older, and strange glowing fungi dotted the bases of the trees, casting eerie light across the ground. The pack moved cautiously, alert but undeterred.After several hours of walking, the group suddenly c
ReunionsDamien moved through the dense forest, his footsteps muffled by the thick bed of leaves underfoot. The trees stood tall and imposing around him, their branches twisting like gnarled fingers above his head. Sunlight flickered through the canopy, casting scattered patches of light that danced across the forest floor. The air was cool and fresh, carrying the earthy scent of moss and pine. Every now and then, the sound of a rustling branch or distant bird call made his heart race, but he pushed the anxiety aside, determined to keep moving.The deeper he ventured, the more familiar the path became. He had been here before—just days ago. This was where he had encountered Wulfric, the mysterious figure who had saved his life and then disappeared into the woods. But Wulfric was more than just a savior. He was family. Damien’s grandfather, though that fact had only recently come to light. And now, after days of wrestling with the truth and the destiny Wulfric had spoken of, Damie
Hovering above him, Damien loomed closer, his eyes glowing brighter with every second, his chest heaving with the intensity of his anger. Stephan spat blood onto the ground, a faint smile curling on his lips despite the pain. “I guess… anger really does take a werewolf’s power to the next level,” he muttered, wiping more blood from his lip. His gaze sharpened as he stared at Damien’s cold, unyielding eyes. “But if you want a real fight… let’s make it more interesting.” With that, Stephan reached for the Eldershard crystal that hung from his neck. As his fingers curled around the amulet, the crystal pulsed with an ancient power. It began to glow, its silver light expanding outward, wrapping around Stephan like a cocoon. The energy crackled and surged through his body, and he let out a guttural growl as the crystal’s power fused with his very essence. The air around him began to shimmer, distorting with the raw energy being unleashed. Stephan’s injuries disappeared in an inst
Phase Three II Matilda soared through the sky, her heart pounding as she pushed herself to fly faster. The wind whipped through her hair, but her mind was focused on one thing: the Eldershard crystal. It was the key to everything—the only thing that could stop Stephan from carrying out his plan. Her father was fast, but she was determined to get there first. The hidden location was nestled deep within a mountain range, shielded by ancient magic. As Matilda approached, she spotted the faint glimmer of the crystal tucked away in the crevice of a towering rock. Without hesitation, she landed and reached for it. The moment her fingers brushed against the Eldershard, a surge of energy pulsed through her, warm and familiar. She held the crystal in her hands, feeling its immense power thrumming beneath the surface. It shimmered like a captured star, glowing with an otherworldly light. But before she could fully absorb its energy, a voice echoed from behind her. “Matilda.” S
After the meeting concluded, Orionis accompanied two celestial guards as they descended into the depths of the celestial prison. The shimmering hallways were lined with ethereal runes designed to keep even the most powerful beings contained.At the far end of the prison stood a door, shimmering with protective wards. The guards exchanged glances before opening it, revealing Stephan, the former arbiter, sitting in the dimly lit cell. His form was diminished, but his eyes still burned with an intensity that suggested his power had never truly faded.The guards unbound him, their expressions filled with distrust. As they stepped back, Orionis remained, his gaze locked on Stephan.The moment the guards were out of sight, Stephan stood and stretched, his joints cracking in the silence. He turned to Orionis with a smirk that sent a chill down the Stellar Guardian’s spine.“Phase two, complete,” Stephan said, his voice dripping with satisfaction.Orionis stiffened, his galaxies swirling in