The Pavilion had a few aristocrats roaming around, but not to the extent that they'll bother looking at him padding his way towards the fountain with a statue of a dragon in the middle, spouting water from it's mouth. The fountain was painted in white, as well as the dragon, making the water appear as though it ripples with sparkles.
Sighing, Kaylus sat on the bench that was under a lollipop-trimmed tree and started to soothe himself by watching and listening to the water flowing from the dragon's mouth. The statue seemed surreal, as if it stirs something in him. Something familiar, and yet, whatever it is, he can't point it out.
Reaching out to his pocket, he grabbed the flaring ruby, ignoring the burning pain it caused on his right palm. He can't do magic here, it'll be dangerous for his family's reputation.
He glimpsed to the water again and suddenly, he felt the tiniest tingle of sensation at the back of his nape, hairs standing up as he felt the strange feeling hit him.
The feeling of being watched.
Jerking his head around, he was clearly alarmed by what he felt. It was a something he knew, a sensation so familiar as it was one of the prominent lectures his Master used to teach him years ago.
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"Writing's boring," he mumbled to himself.
He despised it. Makes him remember of those moments when his tutor used to punish him by ordering him to jot down a hundred page apologies, back-to-back.
Just then, an idea came across his mind that made him feel excited. His Master told him that he'll be away in his study for he has to attend to some important matters that needs to be finished immediately.
"That means, he wouldn't know if I'll ditch this thing."
Putting the quill down in the bottle of ink, he jogged to the door and turned the knob, but it was locked. Frowning, he looked around and saw the windows. He was on the second floor of his Master's Victorian house, but he didn't care.
He smirked to himself as he opened the windows wide enough for him to be able to pass through. As he was about to jump, he felt a weird tingling sensation at the back of his neck. He looked around the room one last time and saw that it was still the way it is. Shrugging his shoulders, he went and jumped out of the window, and landed on the ground roughly. He was smiling, celebrating his victory internally.
He headed to the oakwood forest, only to see his Master leaning on a trunk, narrowing his eyes while staring at him. He stopped dead in his tracks as he felt his victorious glee fade away from him.
A few moments later, he was back in that same room and was even given more things to write as he received some good amount of scolding by his Master. Suddenly his mouth blurted out something.
"How'd you know?"
His Master looked at him and blinked, his crimson eyes glinting.
"What do you mean, how'd I know Kaylus?"
Kaylus looked down and started writing.
"I mean... Master, you said you were in your study. How did you know I went out?," he asked while writing, not exactly looking at him for he was ashamed of himself from having such a petty behavior.
This time his Master motioned him to stop writing and told him to look up and face him. He was met by his kind smile as Kaylus watched him attentively.
"I was watching you."
Kaylus looked at him, his eyebrows scrunched on his forehead.
"But how? There's no one here though?," he murmured, his eyebrows furrowing further. "Oh! But I did felt some strange tingle on my nape, sire. Like—, like someone was watching me..."
His Master chuckled as he clapped his hand once. An object materialized on his right palm. He held it close enough for Kaylus to see. It was a handheld mirror, with gold coating on it's handle and rim.
"This here, is called a Scrying Mirror."
Kaylus marveled at the object.
"Those goosebumps you felt are an indication that you have a strong spiritual power, as well as magic. When you're a magician, sensing magic should be easy and natural like breathing," his Master explained.
"Descrying objects do come in different forms though, but I liked this mirror. It comes in handy."
Chuckling, his Master patted his head as Kaylus watched in awe, his mouth still agape as he observed the mirror in front of him. It looked like an ordinary hand mirror, and it doesn't show anything but his reflection.
"But how does this work?," he asked. "I can only see my own reflection here."
He was answered by his Master's wide smile as he was patted again on his head.
"And that, lad, should be explained after you finish your writing task," he chuckled as he headed towards the door.
Groaning, he turned to grab his quill again and aimed to finish the task sooner, as his curiosity grew with each tick of the clock.
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"Can you feel it Olivia?," she exclaimed, eyes wide as she stared into nothingness, completely lost with the extreme dark pleasure she got from the dead.
The fox stared to the old lady without blinking and said nothing in response.
"Can you feel it? Can you feel the power we have Olivia? We will put up a great show tonight!"
Turning her head towards the door, she gave the orb one last look, embarking the subtle image of the young man in her mind. Flicking her fingers, she called upon the fox and transformed her back into a shawl that wrapped her saggy shoulders as she smashed the orb, breaking it to a thousand pieces.
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The Raven nodded his head in approval as it swooped down to the east walls of the Palace. Landing behind a coat of bushes and trimmed trees for cover, Rai ducked down his head to let Hanji get off from his back. He batted his crimson eyes as he saw him wince in pain, his blood now oozing out from his torn bandages.
"Hanji," he said. "You better know what you're doing right now. I don't think you're in the condition to do anything."
The guy looked at him, his eyes looking tired as bags hung heavily below them. But he shook his head and looked forward.
"I have to be strong Rai. I need to get Quin Kaylus," Hanji said, gritting his teeth to hide away his pain.
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously and are not to be constructed as real. Any resemblances to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without written permission, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in reviews and such.☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆Hi! Thank you for reading my work. It's still in progress but if you're reading this, I'm really grateful and I appreciate your time. The story's idea was first made by the 12 year-old me (which was about 8 years ago). Too many things happened and because of our family transferring from one place t
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Beep. Beep. Beep.Groaning, she waved her hands aimlessly and tried to reach the screaming clock beside her bed."Ugh, I wanna sleep."After a few tries with no luck of silencing the beeping time bomb, she drowned a frustrated scream in her pillows and reluctantly rose from her bed and turned off the alarm.9:00 am."Heck," she said as she looked at the time displayed. "I'm late."Moving as fast as she could, she quickly took a shower and dressed up. Shoving a piece of bread to her mouth while grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge, she burst out from the door and ran towards the bus stop."I still have ten minutes. Please."Luckily, she was able to get on the bus and arrive at the place at exactly 9:30 am. She rushed inside and was greeted by her manager with his eyebrow raised."You are late."
Sharp pain stabbed his back as he ran furiously outside the mansion. A lush green rose garden welcomed him at the entrance as he skidded his way towards the gates. Few maids that were tending the rose bushes were startled as they saw the half naked man with bandages scramble his way outside.He was panting feverishly as he got to the main streets of the area. Blood had started to seep out from his bandaged body but he was too distracted to care. The road was empty, and his hope to meet Mr. Kaylus was nearly deflating."Gather yourself Hanji, you can do this."Heaving a deep sigh, he focused and called upon his depleted force. Holding reign of his nearly asleep powers, he convoked his guarding spirit and called it's presence.A gust of wind started to form infront of him as his eyes fluttered open to see The Raven slowly materializing in the air. Normally, it would only take him a snap of his fing
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously and are not to be constructed as real. Any resemblances to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without written permission, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in reviews and such.☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆Hi! Thank you for reading my work. It's still in progress but if you're reading this, I'm really grateful and I appreciate your time. The story's idea was first made by the 12 year-old me (which was about 8 years ago). Too many things happened and because of our family transferring from one place t
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Rain was pouring heavily, leaving some loose strands of hair dangling around her drenched face. Her black converse bonnet is soaking wet and it felt so frore on her head. Calming herself, she listened to the voice in her head, having no other options for help. The creature before her kept grunting as if speaking in a language she doesn't understand."Now Luna, orcs are VERY dumb. All you need to do is repeat after me, and by my signal you should sprint to the direction I told you—to that dark alleyway."Luna mentally agreed but said nothing."Okay, repeat after me... Guergh ferga arghugheda—"Her heartbeat was throbbing loudly against her ribcage as she listened to the voice creating some gurgling-like sounds. But she had no choice but to follow him.❇❇❇"I can see you of-of course!," the normal answered hi
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Sharp pain stabbed his back as he ran furiously outside the mansion. A lush green rose garden welcomed him at the entrance as he skidded his way towards the gates. Few maids that were tending the rose bushes were startled as they saw the half naked man with bandages scramble his way outside.He was panting feverishly as he got to the main streets of the area. Blood had started to seep out from his bandaged body but he was too distracted to care. The road was empty, and his hope to meet Mr. Kaylus was nearly deflating."Gather yourself Hanji, you can do this."Heaving a deep sigh, he focused and called upon his depleted force. Holding reign of his nearly asleep powers, he convoked his guarding spirit and called it's presence.A gust of wind started to form infront of him as his eyes fluttered open to see The Raven slowly materializing in the air. Normally, it would only take him a snap of his fing
Beep. Beep. Beep.Groaning, she waved her hands aimlessly and tried to reach the screaming clock beside her bed."Ugh, I wanna sleep."After a few tries with no luck of silencing the beeping time bomb, she drowned a frustrated scream in her pillows and reluctantly rose from her bed and turned off the alarm.9:00 am."Heck," she said as she looked at the time displayed. "I'm late."Moving as fast as she could, she quickly took a shower and dressed up. Shoving a piece of bread to her mouth while grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge, she burst out from the door and ran towards the bus stop."I still have ten minutes. Please."Luckily, she was able to get on the bus and arrive at the place at exactly 9:30 am. She rushed inside and was greeted by her manager with his eyebrow raised."You are late."
A rustling sound from behind his back made him stop from reading the book he's holding."Professor, what's with all of these junk?," a guy with round rimmed glasses said. He was wearing a white lab coat and his unruly dark hair partially covered his ears and nape. His thick eyebrows were furrowed deep on his forehead as he scrambled over the piles of documents scattered on the floor. Leaning over the table stacked with books and papers of different sorts, he scooped down and held a tiny gray creature with big round eyes and yellow irises. The creature's body was slime-like, yet it seemed to have short limbs and a small mouth that produces a harsh hissing sound when it opens."Don't call them junk," the elderly professor replied. Struggling to stand up from sitting on his chair, he gently placed the book he's reading on his desk, which was also filled with empty laboratory flasks, notebooks and pens. There wa
Congratulations Graduates!The hallway was filled with noise and laughter as students came rushing to see their parents, guardians and friends. Walls were decorated with banners and different spectres of light. Confetti was blasted from above, that left the ground scattered with small pieces of squares with different colors.An announcement was blasted by the speakers attached on the walls."Greetings Imperial Grand Academy graduates! Please proceed to the auditorium for the Ball."The place seemed to get noisier as people squeezed their way to the venue of the ball. Near the corner of the Left Wing, a small crowd of newly graduated students gathered in front of two adjacent rooms. They were chattering and were in glee as they surround a red-headed girl wearing a student uniform which was in gray and gold. She wore a sash from her shoulder down to her waist and was smilin