Dark-birdie: this…this fic is so sad…I do not mean for it to be sad… TT wah! Stop being so sad!
Chapter…whatever chapter I'm on…
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"Miss Cesia, please, open the door!"
"Cesia, we're worried about you, come out!"
"Cesia!"
The gathering crowd outside of the fortuneteller's room was growing. The girl had not once stepped out from her room for three days. Of course, her room was well prepared for long lock-ins, what with plenty of food there for her always and an excellent bathroom.
Ruwalk sighed. "It's no use, that girl won't budge!" he whined, resting an arm on the door. "Feeg, what are we gonna do?"
The shouts and complaints of a certain angry, sequoia-haired white dragon officer were muted through the well-made oak-wood doors, solidified more with the help of a sound-blocking wind spell. Cesia sat at her bed, books spread about everywhere and pieces of torn paper on the blanket and the floor.
"I found it…" she whispered to herself. The glint in her eyes gave her an enigmatic, mysterious look. She touched the pages of a book, ancient writing scribbled across the paper. "Rath…"
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It was something to celebrate. Everyone stared in surprise and awe as the demon witch walk down the hallways. The fortuneteller had seemed not to notice how long she had been absent from the daily life of the Dragon Castle, and walked throughout the corridor without a worry.
"Oh! Cesia!"
"Good morning, my Lord," answered Cesia automatically, giving a bow to the Dragon Lord.
"Are you feeling better?" Lykouleon was puzzled that the girl seemed unaware of her absence.
"Better from what? I wasn't sick, was I?" she asked half jokingly.
"Well, no…" he turned to a different subject, "By the way, I was wondering, Raseleane was looking for a type of cloth, let's see, it was-"
"Draconian silk?"
"That was it," Lykouleon smiled, pleased that he had accomplished his mission for his queen, "Do you have some?"
Cesia returned the smile, "Go to my room, in the closet. I have a supply of it there." She started down the hallway again, "I have to go though, I'll see you later, your majesty."
They waved a good-bye to one another and headed off in their own separate directions.
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"E-to…closet…closet…closet!" Upon entering his fortuneteller's room, Lykouleon scanned the bedroom for the closet, found it, and continued on to opening its genuinely crafted doors. He, oblivious to the ruckus outside as everyone noticed Cesia out of room, smiled like a cute neko-chan as he bundled up the cloth in his arms. His queen would be happy! Thoughts of being smothered with hugs and kisses made his grin widen further.
He proceeded to leaving the room, had not something caught his attention. The corner of a book was sticking out from beneath the large, queen-sized bed.
'What's this?' he thought to himself, lifting up the lacy trimming around the blanket.
After a few minutes of digging underneath the bed, a pile of dusty books and papers was compiled in front of him. 'What is that girl reading so much about?' he inquired, selecting an age-ridden book from the pile. The pages were so thing and worn that he could see the outline of his fingers through the page. His eyes widened as he realized just what the demon girl had been studying.
The Dragon Lord flung the book aside and glanced at the covers of the rest. Pictures of the macabre, skeletons, alchemic designs were plastered on the fronts of all the text. One had a shining red leaflet sticking out from its pages. He hastily picked this one up from the floor and opened it to the bookmarked page. The spell recited itself over and over again in his head.
It was a spell for resurrecting the dead.
Renovo Mortuus Caelestis MortisExaudio meus placitum
Recro ea corpus denuo
Tunc tribuo spiritus
Rursus, inquam voluntas tribuo…
And the Dragon Lord could read no further. The book was so old that he could not make out what the words said. On the bottom left corner of the page was the drawing of a large circle. Multiple symbols were encircling the edges of it, along with an explicit design curving this way and that in its center.
Now, Lykouleon didn't know much about the Latin language, but he knew nothing good could come out of the ancient spell. He didn't even know what the end of it was because of the frailty of the book.
But nonetheless, he knew Cesia was going to try it.
And he had to stop her before she did.
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"Cesia?" Ruwalk stared as the girl walked bluntly out from the entrance of the Dragon Castle.
She looked at him and smiled. "Oh, good morning Ruwalk!" she said happily, going on her merry way to her unknown destination.
Startled by her hello exclamation, he answered in surprise, "Uh, where are you going?"
"To visit Rath's grave."
"Oh…okay." He had an eerie feeling crawling up his spine. "Have a good time."
"You too!" she called back, waving a good bye and disappearing beyond his vision.
"Strange girl…" mumbled Ruwalk to himself, not giving it another thought.
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"Ruwalk!"
"Oh, Lykouleon! What's up?" asked the Yellow Dragon Officer to his childhood friend.
Lykouleon panted to regain his breath. "Have…have you seen…Cesia?" he said, finally retaining enough air to talk.
"She just came by here a little while ago," replied Ruwalk, laying his sword on the ground. He had been practicing his swordsmanship when both intruders had been passing through, "She went to visit Rath's grave."
"For Dusis'- DAMN!" he swore, gathering his speed and running off again.
"Hey- wait!" shouted Ruwalk after the Dragon Lord. Why wasn't anyone telling him anything today?
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"Cesia!"
"Oh, hello your highness," said the girl, turning around and smiling at the Dragon Lord. "Are you here to visit Rath, too?"
"Cesia, don't try to fool me!" Lykouleon stared her sternly in the eyes. "I read what you've been studying in your room all this time."
"What are-"
"Cesia, you can't bring him back!" he yelled, "It's forbidden! A taboo of the universe! Once someone's dead, they stay dead!"
She kept her calm demeanor. "I have no intention of bringing him back." She said coldly. Never had she been rude with the Dragon Lord. "And even if I did, you're threat wouldn't stop me. Now if you will excuse me." The demon girl left the gravesite without any further conversation, leaving Lykouleon dazed. Her stare had shot icicles throughout his body. What was going on?
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Cesia smirked as she thought of her accomplishment.
The Dragon Lord had been too late. She had already covered up all traces of her deed.
She pulled the large, glass vile from the dimensional portal in the air.
In it, were Rath's ashes.
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dark-birdie: sorry for the horrible attempt at Latin back there. I have no clue how to speak Latin, I just wanted to use the language. And so, I just found a Latin dictionary online and did the best I could, please don't flame me about it.
Ps: I think this story is getting a little too gothic for me xX but don't worry, I will continue to write it
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