All Chapters of An Assassin's Magic: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Mayari watch as the sky slowly shift to a dark shade of blue, the stars slowly peep out one by one in the darkness and the faint crescent moon slowly appeared in the sky. It was quiet and relaxing as the night came again in the forest but Mayari can't let her guard down yet. Then suddenly, Evan came out of the trees and frantically run towards her, every step he took are heavy and loud against the snow, that caught Mayari's attention making her avert her gaze towards him. He is holding his stomach in pain and that didn't tooked Mayari seconds to know that he's injured. Mayari run towards him, halfway they meet, and Evan's knees fell down to the snow as Mayari reach him. "What happened?" Mayari calm tone asked as she bend down to him. "The spirits attack once again, they are very powerful and dangerous." Evan replied.  Noticing Mayari has no respond, he quickly grabbed her left arm and pull her up to a stand.  "We don'

"It's not the time to rest yet."   A stern voice cut through the sullen silence like a sharp blade. Mayari opened her eyes upon hearing the cold stone remark, and immediately shifted her gaze from the leafless branch of the dead tree, that painted the gray sky, to the figure standing just a feet away.   Her back is facing Mayari and her crimson dress softly waved to her side as the wind gently blew the red fabric. A few loose strands of her moonlit hair also swayed back and forth from the wind, while her deep ruby irises is glued to the lifeless lake ahead.   "Go back." She bluntly said, "Who knows what will happen to you if it stayed in this vulnerable state for too long."   By this time, Mayari's stood up and started approaching her subconscious self. Her subconscious heard her incoming footsteps, along with the crisp noises of dead grasses being step upon.   Mayari stop just b

"T-the p-prophecy of our beloved forest's f-fall..." the servant finally spoke, "has begun!" Yuvera instantly stood up from her flowery throne with wide eyes. Still in the state of shock and fear, she then ask the servant for confirmation. "Are you certain?" Came her melodic voice that is being mix with terror. "W-we are certain, your majesty." The servant answered. "The oracle have already confirmed that the 'Mistress of Destruction' have already stepped foot to our f-forest." "Don't tell me..." "Y-yes, my Goddess." The servant stuttered. "The girl whom named Mayari is the one who will upbring our e-end." "Long hair that is as dark as the starless night, sun-kissed skin that glow under the sun's warm ray, and dark brown eyes that is as cold as ice and as deep as a neverending abyss that will swallow the moon's light." The servant told. "

“Can you freeze this river, Mayari?” Evan asked as he gazed to the other side of the watercourse.They have been travelling south since dawn and the rain of snow continued to descend above them, bringing more cold to the icy breeze. Regardless, Mayari and Evan resumed their travel to find an exit. They know they are not safe anywhere in this curse forest.Without a word of answer, Mayari step closer to the rushing river and crouched as she took off her one of her gloves and placed her palm to the cold water, freezing it solid to make a bridge for them to pass through to the other side.“Done.” Mayari bluntly informed as she stood up.Evan was the first one to take a step on the ice, tapping his feet several times on the platform with force, to make sure that the bridge is hard enough for both of them to step on.After taking a few cautious steps in the ice, he then extended his hand towards Mayari, who only stared at him wit

The soft melody of a flute, gentle filled the snowy terrain of the forest’s border, where a group of elves gathered to present their offering for the spirits to grant them an audience.The flute’s song continued to play as the sound of drums and strings joined in, creating a beautiful harmony of music. Soon the jingle of bells chimed along as the dancers’ dance with the rhythm of the melody, swaying under the light shower of white snow.Lady Livian Yesenia, the Great Eleven Priestess of Nature, stood in front of the ritual as she offered a sacred branch to the forest, gently laying it on the pure white snow.“O great spirits of the Yuver Forest,” she chanted. “O bless us with your presence for we yearned to know thy well-being of her majesty, the beautiful Forest Goddess Yuvera.”“May our request be granted. In return, I shall personally lend a hand and sacrifice my own life in commitment for thy forest to flourish. Just answer my call, O great spirits.”As the elves ritual goes on, S