From Dusk till Dawn

by MidnightRose3939

A family member has recently returned to Regalo after having been gone for several years, there are many who are happy to see and others who don't share their enthusiasm. Unfortunately she hasn't just come to visit, but brings warnings of an enemy making their way to Regalo with interests in the Arcana powers. She and the rest of the family must put differences aside to defend home

1. Chapter 1

The bay glistened beneath the rays if the sun as the sound of seagulls filled the breeze. Amongst their screeching calls was another that thundered over them, a falcon soaring past them diving toward the docks of Regalo. A golden glow emitted from the creature, its body disappearing in it before touching the wooden planks of the docks. A loud inhale, breathed in the mix of the salty air and the sun.

"This place hasn't changed at all" A soft voice spoke with a lite giggle as they proceeded to walk off the dock with the clanking of their heels.

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Within a garden filled with roses of various colors stood a quaint white gazebo, inside it containing a small gathering. Three men and one girl, all wearing similar business attire, though while three of them looked about the same age one man held a much more mature appearance.

"Thanks again Jolly for identifying the perfume on the kitten yesterday, but how was it you were able to" The girl asked, her golden eyes filled with curiosity. The man, referred to as Jolly, stood from his seat looking away from the girl.

"Well, milady, besides my experience in alchemy I used to know someone who wore a similar scent" He replied, pulling a cigar from his jacket and lighting it.

"Who" She pressed, a cloud of smoke exhaled from his mouth.

"My ex-wife, she's been gone for sometime now" He answered with the girl lowering her head in remorse.

"I'm so sorry, I didn't-"

"Oh cut the bullshit Jolly" A voice intervened, his cigar fell from his lips as his sunglass covered eyes looked over toward the intruder. Her petite form sat on the rail of the gazebo, leaning against a beam. Her blonde hair held high in a ponytail with long side bangs framing her face. Her attire similar to their, consisting of a black blacker and short pencil skirt along with a satin red blouse. Upon her feet were a pair of little red heels.

"For one thing we were never married and another being that quite clearly not dead, despite how your story made it seem" She corrected, her orange eyes sparkled with irritation. Jolly continued to stare at her, his stoic expression giving no hints of malice nor happiness.

"Teresa