Chapter 3: The Space Magic, Gravija
Gan got out of the tub and rushed to his room. He quickly opened his closet with his towel still wrapped around his waist. One of the windows broke, and an assassin came in.
"Damn! Forget the clothes!" He closed his eyes and began chanting, "Creo Lacuna!"
The space the assassin occupied was slowly dissolving.
"Hmph! You don't know the meaning of pain!" The assassin said as she ran towards him, katars in both hands. "Don't bother looking it up! I'll show you, personally!"
"Lacuna!" The assassin's katar grew closer and closer towards Gan, then just stopped.
"This..this…"
"Pain? Is that what you want to call it?" Gan sarcastically said. "No one can withstand my black hole!"
He devilishly looked at the assassin. Behind him, the various knives in their kitchen started floating in mid-air.
"I'll show you what I can do!"
The assassin's arm dissolved, blood leaking out from it. The knives flew towards the assassin, about to pierce her.
"You're one very annoying brat!" A voice from behind said. Gan turned around, only to find himself lying on the floor. The figure behind him knocked him unconscious, losing control over the knives. The knives dropped down to the ground. Blood was scattered on the floor.
"Mother Liselle!" Faquir shouted. "I don't have time for this! Erasum Tamidu!"
The scenery changed. Faquir was instantly brought to a chamber, where mother Liselle was.
"You used time magic, didn't you?" She inquired.
"Yes, but that's not the point. Baal's disciples are planning to bring him into this world to become a perfect god!"
"That IS a problem…Nuandhaich!"
"Yes, m'lady." A priest with deep, blue hair said. The shadow of his cap hid his eyes from view. "How can I serve you?"
"Accompany young Faquir back to—"
"—Al de Baran." Faquir continued her statement. "Another thing. I don't need his help."
"……" Nuandhaich never liked people who disrespected him and his fellow priests. He drew out a golden, cruciform mace and charged at him.
"I…really don't." Faquir eyed him devilishly and stopped the time around him. Although Nuandhaich couldn't move, his senses were still active.
"Faquir…..you're only 13." Mother Liselle said. "Your time magic won't save you all the time."
"Fine! I'll go……" He said as he crossed his arms. "But HE his only backup."
"Good. Now go to Al de Baran and come back here to tell me everything you saw!"
Faquir walked towards the sanctuary's large, wooden doors.
"What? You expect to walk there!" Nuandhaich sarcastically said as he pointed at the ground where a portal was opened.
"I-I knew that!" Faquir said as he stepped in. "You don't seem like you care much about this, Lady Liselle."
Gan slowly opened his eyes, but still didn't see anything. It was pitch black.
"Where am I? NOO!" He paused to think. "I'm…dead!"
Gan started taking deep breaths out of fear. "Calm down, Ganbatein."
He concentrated hard, sensing the area for something he could use. He sensed some ember on the walls, and thinned the pull of gravity on that spot. The fire ignited and he picked up the torch.
