“There, all done.” Dorin said as he adjusted the pentagon he drew on Johan’s chest. “Is that okay?”
“More or less...” answered Johan, “But I think the squiggle on the left looked more like a heart with an eye in the middle...”
“Rune, they’re called runes...” Dorin corrected him.
“You sure this will work?” Johan asked for the nth time. “What if that professor finds out that her spell is broken?”
“If she had a way to know about the spell being broken, then she whould have been here by now, or at least called the Dorm head to check on us,” said Sebastian who watched his two companions. He looked amused.
“Which reminds me,” Dorin looked up from the rune he was writing, “What do we do when that prince guy comes here to fix the doors tomorrow?”
“Just send them away.” Seb replied automatically.
“But we gave our word...” Dorin looked troubled.
“You think we can still take it back?” Asked Johan, “I really don’t like them touchin
One Way Talk... Sometimes, I just want to take a deep breath an tell everything around me to STOP.
No one stirred. Alexander stopped at mid-grasp as he aimed to touch Azra. Mordecai still held the skillet, a hot cake slowly sliding down into a dish held in his other hand. Venet and Boulvar both stood rooted on the corner where they were stationed, their eyes wide with surprise. “What are you doing?” Johan was the first to speak. He picked up Dagon from the floor. He looked stunned. “Now you’ve really done it!” Dorin said with a sigh. [Oh, so now you blame me?!] Seb wrote, his arms waving with exasperation. [When all this time you keep ignoring what I was saying?!] “Move.” He commanded them. Xander and the rest were finally able to move. They gasped for breath, caught themselves, and stared at Sebastian. “Silence.” Sebastian said before the others could utter a sound. “Stand before me and keep still,” he commanded. The small company fell in line in front of him and stood still. “So what now?” Johan asked, “Do
“What happened?!” Dorin ran to Sebastian’s side when the Silver Tongue fell. Professor Dupont held on to Seb’s arms, he tried to keep him up, but the boy was out cold. “What’s wrong, Professor?” Johan asked as he too, came to Sebastian’s aide. Professor Jacob Dupont seemed to hesitate. “Sebastian... He just lost consciousness...” he said, though Dorin knew he was holding something back. “Help me put him on the couch...” Dupont was about to carry Seb, but Dorin took him in his arms and carried him to the couch. The three of them went around him, with the caladrius and the dragon – much to the professor’s surprise, at the side. “Seb?” Dorin called, gently patting his friend’s cheek. “Hey, are you okay?” “Here’s a wet towel.” Johan handed a cold towel to Dorin who wiped Seb’s face. “Perhaps we should give him more space?” Dupont suggested. “You think he was overtaxed by the past events?” Dorin asked, “Did he ever get to sl
The next day, Dorin was surprised to wake up alone in bed. He looked for Seb and decided he was in the toilet. It was only 5 am. He left Seb’s room and went to his own. He looked at the burned bed once again and gave a sigh.Calling on the wind, he collected the charred remains of the bed, every dust and speck, and turned it into a ball. At first it was the size of a coffee table, then he pushed. He applied pressure and compacted the remains until it was the size of a book. He then separated it to small clumps of coal and pilled it in a corner for later use.He left his room, taking clean clothes and a towel. Outside, he saw Seb coming from the direction of his bedroom. He was wearing the same black cloak he wore when they brought Azra to be registered, and like before, Azra was perched on his shoulder, waiting for him to pull the hood up.“Good morning.” Dorin called to Seb, “Will you be going to the wake this early?” he aske
Professor Dupont led them towards the woods. There was a small clearing past an orchard near the tumbled down wall that separated the main University grounds from the Dark forest. By the wall was a flanking tower, leaning a bit to one side, but still standing and could be entered through a partly hidden archway. The stairway was long gone and the roof was non-existent but the inside of the tower itself still looked sturdy and well kept. “We can talk here.” Dupont faced the rest of his companions. “This sure brings back memories...” said Althea. “I used to hang out here with some friends when we were still students...” “The wind is strong here...” Dorin closed his eyes, faced towards the Dark woods and took a deep breath. “So, about that dragon...” Maj. Gen. Muller started, but Johan interrupted him. “First, can someone tell me who that over there is?” he said, pointing at a person beneath the shadows of the tilted tower. Only his
“You okay?” Dorin asked Sebastian as they left the tower. “I will be,” Seb replied. He looked at Dorin from under his hood. “Can you take me away?” he asked of him. “To somewhere quiet?” Dorin seemed to hesitate a bit, then, whistling into the air, he flew to the nearest tree – a birch, and broke off a long branch. He then flew back down to Seb and held the branch afloat with another tune. “Hop on and hold on tight,” he said. Sebastian did as he was told, holding on to Dorin’s back, as the branch glided into the air and gained height. He gasped as he almost slip and fell. Dorin kept the branch level and waited for him to get a better grip. Seb grabbed at his friend’s waist and slipped his arms across his abdomen. “Are you ready?” Dorin asked. He was answered by Seb knodding behind him. “Let’s see how far the University walls can get us.” They went past the crumbling wall. It looked like a winding snake from their height, extend
Dorin opened his eyes at the sound of hoofed feet. “Good afternoon, Horatio, Damien,” he called out to the two figures approaching from the other side of the forgotten wall. “Good afternoon, Dorin.” Damien answered back. He looked at Sebastian who lay fast asleep on the forest floor, his head on Dorin’s lap. “How is he fairing?” “He’s just... sad.” Dorin placed a hand on Seb’s head, stroking his silky black hair. “I think he needs more rest.” Damien got off the white horse he was riding and knelt before the two young mages. He had a flask with him which he handed to Dorin. “What is this?” Dorin asked. “It is a broth to quell sadness,” replied the groundskeeper. “It will help.” he placed a hand on Seb’s shoulder. Seb quivered, a large tear fell from his cheek. “He will be fine,” said Damien standing up. Sebastian stirred and opened his eyes. He looked up at Dorin, then at Damien. His eyes filled up with tears at the sight of the
One Way Talk ... Phasma Phase/Book 2 has come to an end! Thank you for reading Phases 1 and 2 of Phasma! Carefree days are over as the new school year begins, coupled with new challenges, battles, mysteries and danger that seem to follow our characters everywhere they go. Book 2 Phase 3: In Which Alliances are Made comes up next! The group of friends 'pick-up' a mysterious young man they found unconscious on the ground on their way back to the dormitories. He seems to know Dorin, but calls him a different name. Who could this dark skinned man be? What does he know about Dorin? And what, exactly, is he? Expect more action and adventure, as dangerous families come out from the shadows to have a bloody reunion and students are pitted against each other to win points for their group, and win favors for the rest of the school year. Stay tuned for the rest of
The sun sets as another day ends in the prestigious campus of Aubrianne University. Three new friends walk the pathway towards the Magic Division’s Dormitory. Long shadows fall on them from trees that line the way, faded by the electric light from the lamp posts the university installed for the students’ added security. “Seb, remember what happened the last time we passed this way?” Dorin asked his sworn bother with a laugh as they went on their way. Sebastian didn’t seem to have heard him. He had his hood back over his head. It was shaped strangely, for a small white bird, a caladrius, was currently sleeping beneath it as it perched on his shoulder. “What?” their new aquaintance, Johan, asked curiously. “What happened?” He looked at his two companions as he held on to the sleeping dragon draped over his shoulder. “That was the time when we were jumped by those wizards from the Capital,” Dorin answered his own question. “They were wearing invisible cl
Thank you so much for reading thus far! Dorin and the rest of the gang will be back in Phasma Phase 5 :D . The faces in the dark have all been unmasked, and the secretive Erian aka Elazar Ravante the Silver Tongue has gone to gods know where. Dorin, on the other hand, is much too busy having fun in the university to bother about such things. After all, there's so much he wants to learrn, even when he gets stuck inside the walled city during summer while his friends go home to visit their families. But would he be stuck for good until he finally graduates? Join Dorin and his friends in their adventures, as the missing keys are found one after the other, leading to the road back to paradise in Phasma Phase 5. . Thank you all for reading Phasma! . This is where our book ends. Thank you for all the support you have shown me so far! . Farewell, `till we see again, this had been your author, Psynoid Al signing out :D I hope you will continue to support me by visiting my k
It is true that it is hard to believe the words of a person who have betrayed you. But someone was ready to believe everything about Elazar, even if he was so against ‘her’ when she was still Eirian.[How I wish I had a chance to talk to Elazar before he disappeared!] Sebastian wrote to Dorin when they got back to the dorms one day. [If I only knew he was my ancestor, I would have asked him hundreds of questions about being a silver tongue!]“Question is, would he have answered your questions truthfully?” Johan said after reading his slate. “
News of a terrorist that infiltrated the University spread the next day. The name of the people involved and details of the actual event were withheld from the public due to security reasons, but almost all students in school already knew that it was about Dorin and his friend.“Wait, what was the name of his friend again?” they asked each other. “The real pretty one who had a different hair and eye color each day?”“I think it was Ariel?”“No, wasn’t it Ellen?”
Blinding light surrounded Eirian, as well as thick smoke as the lightning found it’s target.“Did we get her?!” asked Johan who stood on top of a raised dais made of bedrock. He raised himself just in time to evade Dorin’s lightning. “I... I think so...” said Xander who was trying to see through the dust and smoke.“Wind!” Venet called, blowing the smoke and debris away. “How annoying.” They saw Eirian climbing out of a thick glass bauble. “Are you really that vehement to stay here, Dorin?” “That’s right Eirian, and it’s not like I could leave, anyway,” replied Dorin. “Didn’t mother tell you that I can’t leave without graduating first?”“Psh,” she snorted. “That would be easy. I could just tell the Dean to give you a diploma. Problem solved. No need to wait for years just for senile old men to decide if you’re good enough to pass.”“I don’t want that, Eirian. I want to learn.” “I can teach you everything they know, and more.” “Yet you would only show me what you want me to see.”
“Fools! Do you honestly think that you could put one ever me?!” Eirian said with a haughty laugh. “On me, who have lived all these years without being commanded or controlled by any other being?! I have waited millennia just for this chance to come, and now that it’s here, do you really think I would just let insects like you foil my plans?” ‘What does she mean by that?’ thought Benette who held Dagon tightly in his arms. ‘Just who is she? And how old is she supposed to be?’“E-Eirian... you promised!” Dorin said as he crouched on the ground, trying to push himself
Johan gasped when Dagon fell unconscious in his arms, the remainder of a half eaten chocolate bar, falling to the ground. “What did you do to-” “Stop.” The force of command in Eirian’s voice made everyone’s body quiver. No one moved. No one could even breath. “You think a mere dragon child would be enough to stop me?” Eirian said with amused laughter. “Now listen to me,” she said, only then did the people around her take a gasp of breath. “No one tells me what to do. I give all the commands here, and you will simply o-” She was surprised when Johan suddenly struck his hand out towards her. She tried to jump back, but wasn’t quick enough. The fire mage quickly grabbed her mouth and covered it with a rough, calloused hand. “Got you, you bitch,” he snarled with Dagon dangling on his left arm, still sleeping. “You think your tricks can work on me? I’m used to dealing with double crossing bastards like you, and I’ve got experience!” He looked back as someone touched his shoul
Benette concentrated on the quivering body in front of him. He knew that as long as there was still warmth, as long as there was a spark of life in the cells within a body, that he could spread that life to create something new. When he was younger, he didn’t know how to heal, he simply knew that a living thing should live, and so wished it. It was so simple and obvious that he just knew that is should be. Just like how the lungs keep on breathing and the stomach digesting and the heart beating. Now that he is older and more knowledgeable of the parts and functions of a living organism
The first time Patrice Francoise Benette used his healing powers was when he was four years old.Coming from a strict, military family, his parents both demanded absolute obedience to rules and utmost respect to the highest authority, which was his father. As soon as he learned to talk, he was taught to call the Benette patriarch ‘Sir’, and told to act accordingly in a disciplined manner. Toys were limited to practical educational materials.
Chapter 112- I Admit Defeat ‘Is that the best you can do?’ Mordecai’s voice taunted Dorin in his mind. ‘I’ve already seen all your attacks, may it be wind, water, fire, earth, and lightning. So what else can you do?’ Dorin didn’t answer. He tried his best to chase and hit the medic, but none of his attacks can seem to touch him. He wanted to release everything, drown in the power of his lightning as before... ‘As before?’ His opponent was a powerful mage from the capital, He didn’t need to worry about holding back or a possible overkill. He can just have some fun again. ‘Again?’ He looked up at the sky and called to the darkness, calling pillars of thunder down upon Mordecai. Still, the attacks didn’t work. ‘Still not good enough.’ Mordecai laughed inside his head. ‘Useless. Should I proclaim myself as the winner now?’ Dorin’s eyes shone golden. He no longer cared what happened before or here after. ‘Not yet.’ he entered Mordecai’s mind. And he had a feeling as well that