Chapter 2- Night Angel
That Night...
"Good night Harpy Girl.." Wing Weaver whispered to Harpy Girl who was snoring in the bed beside her. She turned towards another bed which contained a tiny white haired girl who had white silk pyjamas. "Good night White Pikeru."
"Pfft Pfft..." the girl replied, her face in the pillow as Wing Weaver blew out her candle. The room was pitch black as Wing Weaver crept silently out into the hall. When she passed a few corridors she re lit the flame of the candle which she clutched onto and started towards the book chamber where the Book of Secret Arts was kept. Quickly and Silently as many nights before, she grabbed the book and went towards the temple. Out of breath, she stationed herself in front of the shrine and went into a silent prayer before opening the book.
"Oh please be there..please be there.." Wing Weaver muttered hurriedly as she scanned the index of the book. Her temples pounded as she tried to find the word she was looking for, scared to be exposed a second time for thieving inside the convent. "...nothing, absolutely nothing."
Cheap book, Wing thought, until she saw a word that caught her eye. She quickly flipped the pages to the page number written next to it. Let's see..the realms outside of Monster Kingdom we know little about. The only thing we know enough about is the planet Earth. It is situated in a galaxy called the Milky Way ...the prophets have proclaimed there was a place called Earth in the Demonic Era which had powerful sources and connections to the Monster Realm. These connections include many creatures of human mythology. It seems that there were many abductions in the monster realm in the ancient past, where some were cast in stone to fight each other, although many doubt this theory there are new abductions every day..yet not really confirmed but sources say that it may be the same reason as in the past. Many monsters have never returned after being kidnapped and many who did come back, they were classified as deranged.
"Sigh..I'll never get to the Other Realm that way, I bet no one would abduct me and I'd end up in a psych ward if I were and got back alive..Although some people here already labelled me derange." Wing groaned as she lay her head on the pages. Suddenly while her head was at a diagonal she found a strange picture of a floating crystal orb covered in mist. She quickly lifted her head and saw a small written verse below the picture Mystic Shine Ball: A soul of light shrouded by a magical shine, when you look at it you're dreams will come true. Wing Weaver read those lines over and over again until she found her plan.
In the dark corridors of the convent were empty except for one. The door squeaked open as the perplexing face of the Dark Magician peered outside. Checking that everything was clear and no one was awake he slipped out of his room. He muttered under his breath as the sphere in his staff started to glow a faint green light. As he started down the hallway he heard the creak of a door opening and the prancing of footsteps heading his way. Startled at someone being up at this hour he dimmed the light as he saw an angel in the distance. Her hands were fastened to a big book of some kind and the wick of a candle burned as it hovered above her head. The figure seemed to be in a hurry and ran right past the Dark Magician, who seemed to melt right into the dark surroundings of the night.
"HEY!" Dark Magician whispered violently making the young angel stop in her tracks. The glow of his staff brightened again to see Wing Weaver frozen in fear. "You...what are you doing up so late at night?"
"Um..I'm uh having a late night snack?" Wing Weaver said hesitantly as he walked towards her, Dark Magician looked suspiciously at her.
"Really? Isn't the kitchen closed up before the midnight hours?" Dark Magician intervened. "And isn't it in the south wing not near the east exit?"
"Oh yeah..just a little detour." Wing Weaver answered, her legs felt like jelly at the moment.
"What are you carrying?" Dark Magician asked eying the Book of Secret Arts.
"This, this book? It's just a book I was reading before bed." Wing Weaver replied trying to hide the cover from him. "I was going to take it back to the book chamber when you came along."
"The book chamber? I thought you were getting something to eat.." Dark Magician questioned.
"I was going to the book chamber and get something to eat." Wing Weaver remarked. "I usually feel a like little something after dark. After my reading of course."
"Well let me come with you..I always wanted to see that book chamber. I was always fascinated with the old scripted magic books from the old days. Wouldn't you?" Dark Magician asked as he put a hand on her shoulder and they walked together towards the book chamber.
"Yeah..I would." Wing Weaver replied silently, her grip tightened around the book as a tinge of guilt crept up in her stomach.
As they went up to the book chamber Wing Weaver had said nothing, her thoughts of how Dark Magician would find out it was the Book of Secret Arts she was holding and that it wasn't right for her to steal such a sacred book. Yet he said nothing plunging her into a painful guilt trip as he opened the door to the chamber.
"So..here we are." the Dark Magician said softly as the door creaked open to show a room filled with thousands of books. A chill in the wind made Wing Weaver shiver as they entered the quiet darkness.
"Yes. Here we are." Wing Weaver repeated worriedly as she rushed towards the bookcases and shoved the book between two books on goblins. She wiped her head and went back towards the Dark Magician. "Well I put it back. I guess we'd better get going now."
"Wait a minute, we still have some time to look around." he replied as he walked along the side of the bookcases and touched the spines of the books he was passing.
"Aren't you tired?" Wing Weaver said with a fake yawn.
"You can go, I want to check on something." Dark Magician replied, Wing Weaver turned around to leave but his voice seemed to haunt her conscience. "Funny..It doesn't seem to be here."
"I can't take it anymore! Here..I think I know what you're looking for." Wing cried as she scampered towards the place she put the Book of Secret Arts and gave it to the Dark Magician. "I admit it. I stole the book..but for good reasons though. I usually take it for protection spells for earthlings, but I was using it for research to get to the Other Realm...please forgive me honourable magician."
The Dark Magician eyed the angel and then looked at the book. He didn't speak, he looked down at the book and fingered at the pages.
"Isn't that the book you're looking for? The Book of Secret Arts." Wing asked anxiously.
"No." he replied tonelessly, Wing Weaver turned white. "But what was that about you getting to the other Realm?"
Oops. Shouldn't have done that. Wing Weaver scorned to herself.
"Okay. I know it's really weird and you may think I'm a weird sort of monster to dream of going to the Other Realm, but I always (well up until now) dreamed of being among the humans." Wing Weaver replied bashfully. "The book told me of a mystic shine ball that could grant me my wish, but I don't know if I can find one."
"Well I could try and help you look..I might know where one is." Dark Magician stated, Wing Weaver's eyes widened.
"Really, you will?" Wing Weaver asked almost breaking into a sweat. "I mean..It's no big deal. I might not go."
"But I thought it was your dream. I thought fairies are always optimistic on their wishes as well as the wishes of others." he hesitated and looked away, Wing just put a hand to her mouth.
Did I insult him? Did I say anything wrong? Wing asked herself desperately. Oh I'll never live up to this. What do I do..I have to say something.
"Um..I'm sorry." Wing remarked quietly and turned away. "I won't bother you anymore."
"Wait! Wing.." he shouted after her, Wing Weaver froze again. She swished her finger around her ear to check if her hearing was right. The Dark Magician walked towards her. "Don't be embarrassed, it's okay for you to daydream. I'd like to go to the human world too if we could go.."
"You think?" Wing asked meekly.
"Yeah.." Dark Magician nodded. "So don't fret. You might get lucky and find that orb after all."
"..." the angel couldn't bear to speak, just look into his eyes. The magician smiled.
"You better be off to bed, It's late." he said, his knuckle brushed her face. "See you later, kid."
The Dark Magician silently walked out of the book chamber the green glow vanished from the room. Only the faint glimmer of moonlight beamed down through the stain glass windows. Wing Weaver looked down and touched the end of her chin where the magician grazed her.
She lifted her hand away blushing as she looked at her hand as if something amazing was in it. Shrouded in thoughts of the night's events she failed to notice that the moonlight faded and the sun's pinkish rays rose from the darkened sky.
"Oh my gosh! It's morning! I got to be at choir practise in an hour!" Wing said when she realized the sun was going up, tripping over the hem of her night dress and getting her wings in a tangle as she hurried for the exit. "Why should any day be any different?" she sighed slapping her head untwisting her wings and ran out towards the door.
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