Mist
A dark aura then surrounded Adrian, protecting him from the needles
A dark aura then surrounded Adrian, protecting him from the needles. Claire opened her eyes to witness an event similar to the magic in the fortune-teller's tent. Dark shadows swallowed up the needles and then a small portion of the shadow shot up, aiming for Lisa's arm holding the gun. "No… It can't be…" Lisa took notice of the shadow, which was shaped like a small comet hovering above Adrian. She glanced at Adrian, "It can't be… The curse from Mystic, you were cursed instead?" she shouted. The man spoke no words and pointed his finger at Lisa with no reluctance. Lisa shivered with fear, yet she closed her eyes to reclaim her concentration. She then opened them and loaded her gun with bullets that had a white glow surrounding them. The shadow then advanced at her direction, but Lisa stood tall aiming her gun at the figure and pulling the trigger. The bullets then turned into a glowing white bird that charged at the shadows, eventually disintegrating the shadow object.
Adrian made an evil laugh. "Using your best bullets already… You used to save your best bullets at the end."
Lisa sneered, "Only to make it hurt even more." Adrian then shook his head. "I'm not going anywhere, until you give up trying to sacrifice Claire."
"It's not sacrifice anymore… She's not the one that's going to have their souls wonder for eternity anymore."
Adrian then looked back on Claire, witnessing the events and then turned back to Lisa. "No… That will be you." The man held his right hand open, his palm accumulating portions of the shadows and aimed it towards Lisa. Though a mist that was a dark pink colour interrupted the battle, causing both to wonder where it came from. "I cannot believe you two are fighting just like children! It's time for your bed time." Yelled a woman's voice. It projected throughout the whole field. Claire looked around, but the woman was nowhere to be found. Lisa and Adrian however fell into deep sleeps as they inhaled the dark pink mist. The woman then appearing from a top of the tree jumped with joy. "It worked! It worked! My sleeping solution worked!" she shouted with glee. She then saw Claire, who looked in surprised and questioning her sanity. "Who is that woman…? She's looks and acts so strange." Claire thought to herself. But then she looked over to both Adrian, gasping. She ran towards him to see if he was okay, but the pink mist still lingered. "I wouldn't go there if I were you. That mist is pretty dangerous." The woman said, almost in mockery and cheerfulness. Claire felt aggravated at the woman's light-hearted tone. "Then what did you do to them?" she yelled. "Well… I sort of, mixed sleeping seeds and crushed them with a dose of solution that causes fatigue… what was it called again?" Claire readied her wand against the woman, the woman realizing who Claire was. "You aren't seriously going to try and hurt me with the Astral Wand. I'm not evil! I'm good…" the woman said in a panicky tone. Claire was reluctant to take her comments and waves the wand once. "You better explain to me what you did to them and fix it before I use my magic!" she warned. "I'm not going to fix it, it's because I haven't created an aroma to wake people up from a deep sleep yet! Besides, they were fighting you know! It would have gotten worse if it wasn't for me." Claire took down her wand. "So they are in deep sleep?" she asked. "Yes… They were such good friends, even though they did fight a lot before…" she muttered, loudly to herself. "So you know them?" Claire quickly asked, with a bit of impatience in her tone. "I travelled with them… Saving the world. This is no time to chat, we better get in the caravan. A big muscular man named Lachlan, although he prefers to be called Andre is going to come and pick the two up. You better come with me and I'll explain to you. The woman then tried to jump down the tree, but accidentally slid of the tree with her high heels. Claire approached her, only to be able to see her more clearly. The woman was wearing a dark purple dress that was at the middle of the thigh length and was covered in pretty black and luminous stars, one of them being a pocket. "Urgh, that was some fall!" she mumbled to herself. Claire offered a hand to help her up, "You shouldn't be wearing heels when your climbing up trees." "Hmph! I dress whatever I want in battle. It's important to look alluring as a magical gypsy." Claire shrugged her shoulders. "Suit yourself, but wearing unsuitable clothes for any physical exertion is only going to make you a burden in the battle field." The woman chuckled. "That's where you are wrong." She took out a fan that was covered in numerous blades from a pocket in her dress and gently waved it towards the mist. A large gale then struck towards the mist, blowing the mist away and the pink mist then faded away. "My friends think I'm quite useful in the battle field." She said, certain of her victory. A muscular man then approached the two that were deep asleep. "Andre! Could you pick the two up and take them to the caravan?" the woman called out.
"Now… I think it's time we should explain things more clearly to you. Fated Star's Child." The woman said gleefully, almost forgetting her fall from the tree.