The New Age of Celtland
Chapter II
DISCLAIMER: Refer to the previous Disclaimer.
-The beach outside the gates of Dondoran-
A girl who stood at around 5'6" in height with fiery red hair, blue eyes, and a short golden rod tipped with a ruby was on the beach, at sunset, the very same day. She breathed in deeply, and then opened here eyes, facing the ocean.
"Fireball!" She exclaimed, as a small fireball burnt forth from the tip of her rod. She then looked down, and sighed in dismay. "Damn… why can't I do it…?" Unfortunately, she suddenly heard the last voice she wanted to hear coming from behind her.
"Heyyyyy, if it isn't my favorite redhead!" Jaldrik exclaimed.
"YOU!!!" The girl exclaimed, turning around.
"Huh… what did I do?" Jaldrik exclaimed.
The girl's eyes lit up with anger. "FIREBALL! FIREBALL! FIREBALL! FIREBALL!!!!" She exclaimed, shooting explosively large fireballs at Jaldrik, who was now sweating in fear.
"Eep!" He exclaimed. "Gotta… defend myself…" He said nervously, twirling his staff around. Sparks flew from the staff, creating a small wall of lightning. "Thunder wall!" Jaldrik exclaimed, as he repeatedly spun his staff, keeping up the spell. The six-foot long fireballs dissipated upon contact with the thunder wall. Jaldrik then stopped spinning his staff, and began to pant heavily. "Geez… have you gotten stronger there, Rikaea?" He said, drained of his magical energies. Rikaea, however, was still glaring angrily at him.
"How DARE you come back to me after all that you pulled!! Who's you're next target, Asshole? Is it going to be my good friend Avayna!?! Who's next on your 'list'?" Rikaea exclaimed, while actually managing to use a fire bomb spell on Jaldrik, who was trying to run for his life. However, the explosion created from the fireball was still able to completely scorch his left arm over in third degree burns.
"OWWWWW!!! You hurt when you're angry…." Jaldrik said, eyes tearing up from the immense pain in his arm.
"Oh… you think THAT'S a lot? Maybe I should move up to Fire pillar, and cover your entire body in ninth degree burns?!? Or maybe I should boil you with some hot steam? That'll be fun… Or maybe… I'LL JUST SKIP TOYING WITH YOU, AND MOVE RIGHT UP ONTO EXTINCTION!! HOW ABOUT THAT?!?!?" Rikaea asked in a very, very loud and angry voice.
"I'm going to get out of here…" Jaldrik whimpered, running away to take care of his burns, leaving Rikaea alone to breath heavily. After about two minutes, all the worked-up adrenaline washed away, and she walked over to the ocean, and washed her face.
"The bastard… thinks he can toy with any woman he wants, and then break her heart for another, does he…" She muttered to herself. Then, when she finished washing her face, her facial expression went from fiercely pissed off, to a very innocent face. She suddenly realized that the other half of her personality had caused her to unleash high-leveled fire spells… while normally, it was difficult to pull off a basic fireball.
"Hm… Lemme try again…" Rikaea sighed. She took her rod, and pointed it out to sea… to the sunset. "Fireball!" Once again, a small fireball that barely measured a foot in length shot from her staff, and disappeared shortly after. She sighed heavily. "Hm… I don't get what's wrong… I wish Avayna was here… she knows a lot about spells… she'd know what I'm doing wrong…"
"Rikaea." A stern female voice from behind her said. She turned around; a dull expression on her face, obviously knowing it was her older sister, Cilia. Rikaea herself, like her best friend Avayna, was sixteen years in age. Her older sister, Cilia, was seventeen. As cold a facial expression as her element, Cilia was purely Ice. She had cold blue eyes, and black hair. She stood at around 5'8", and had a four-foot tall staff made entirely of crystals.
The two sisters were orphans… having lost their parents at a young age in a fire in Normoon. Since then, Cilia has assumed the role of a mother, it would seem, to Rikaea… even though she was only a year older. She was stern, and very strict upon her, and always has been ever since they moved to Dondoran. Of course, this annoys Rikaea.
"What is it, sister?" Rikaea asked, in a bit of an annoyed tone.
"…You're spells are linked to your emotions… when you're in your normal personality, there's not much you can do with your spells… but your anger… that's what fuels the great fire within you… and allows you to become one of the best fire spell casters around here." Cilia Stated.
"Well… that's kind of obvious to me, now…" Rikaea replied, annoyed.
Cilia frowned. "Would you like to prove it to me, then? In a battle?" She asked.
Rikaea looked confused. "How is that going to help…?"
"Didn't you notice? When you cast your fireball before Jaldrik came, it measure approximately eight inches in length… but after you got out of your fit of rage… when firing six foot fireballs… your fireball measure eleven inches.
Rikaea looked at her older sister strangely. "…Are you some sort of psychic yardstick or something?"
Cilia shifted her eyes. "Erm… no. Anyway, the point is, Is that your spells are gradually getting stronger, and we may eventually get them up to speed… to the eighteen inch average. Maybe if I can get you angry now, we can improve your skills, wouldn't you agree?"
Rikaea sighed deeply. "No… I've had enough for the day…"
Cilia got a smirk on her face. "What's the matter, sis? Chicken?"
"Cilia, now isn't the time…"
"Come on, weakling, you know you want to light me on fire."
"Sis, please…"
"…if you're so weak, the boys will never like you. You're not even beautiful, anyways."
"WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY!??!?" Rikaea exclaimed.
"Now THAT'S more like it." Cilia replied.
"Fire arrow!!" Rikaea exclaimed, swinging her rod. Soon, a lot of arrow-shaped rays of visible intense heat began to swarm around Cilia.
'Ah… she can use the second stage of this spell… quite hard to dodge… but this can easily be countered with…' Cilia thought, her staff glowing a light blue color. She then slammed her staff onto the ground. "Ice wall!" She exclaimed, as a bunch of Ice rose up on all sides around her. The arrows of fire vanished when it came into the ice wall, yet the arrows also melted the Ice wall, itself. 'Impressive… she was able to cancel out my Ice wall… then I'll just catch her off guard with…' "…ICE KNIFE!!" Cilia exclaimed. Suddenly, three large Icicles appeared above Rikaea, and pierced right through her.
Rikaea screamed in pain… being a fire user, she was particularly sensitive to cold temperatures. The icicles didn't necessarily leave any marks on her flesh, but instead, pierced the very soul, chilling her to the bone. "So… cold…" She shivered.
Cilia frowned. 'Ice knife… known for its accuracy… perhaps a bit too harsh on her…' She thought. "Alright, sis. We're done for the day. I didn't really mean it when I said you weren't beautiful, ya know…" She then added.
Rikaea looked up at her, still shivering. "R-really?"
Cilia nodded. "Yes. You really are a very beautiful person… far more than me, ya know."
Rikaea looked stunned. "…Th-thanks. That m-means… a lot."
Cilia then put on a more caring expression. "Come on, sis… let's get you home and warmed up."
However, before they made it into the gates of Dondoran, they were attacked by four hellhounds. Cilia looked at her younger sister. "They're fire types… so this should be easy for me. You just get back… I'll take care of them." Rikaea nodded, and moved backward. A hellhound breathed out a foot long fireball at Cilia.
"Is that all?" Cilia asked, making her Ice wall again. 'Ice wall… a good defense against fire spells.' The fireball disappeared upon contact with the wall of ice, and the Ice wall continued on to attack the hellhound that used the fireball in the first place. It was killed instantly. "…And for the rest of you… Blizzard!!" Cilia exclaimed, waving her wand in a large arc, glowing with azure energy. Suddenly, an artic wind picked up, and snow and Ice began to bombard the hellhounds… who did not stand a chance.
Cilia sighed. "Let's go back, now." Rikaea nodded.
End of ChapterWell, how was that? Please let me know in a review.
Until Next Chapter,
-Biggoron