Flammie Tales Book 1: A Wizard's Trials
Chapter 6: The Grave
I had somehow managed to master a second level fire spell a few days ago. True, I had a little help, but that was the first time I tried to cast the spell. I suspected that it was the "White Entity" that visited me in my dreams not too long ago. Not to seem arrogant, but maybe I have a natural gift for casting magic. There were, however, a few questions that I would have for this entity if I were to speak with him again. These questions were constantly on my mind throughout Rye's tour of Plushtopia just yesterday, but now I was feeling refreshed and ready for a new day.
I hopped out of bed and quietly walked to the large window in my room. The sun was just beginning to rise. I witnessed it peek up over the horizon and quickly move up into the sky.
The sky itself greeted the sun by turning from its nightly shade of navy blue to neon pink, then to bright orange and continuing around the color wheel until it was in its usual shade of sapphire blue, and the bright yellow sun was high in the morning sky. It was truly a spectacular sight, and one that I would not object to witnessing every day.
"Good morning, Skyler!" Seryn said from somewhere behind me. Smiling, I turned around and saw Seryn approaching me. She looked rather sleepy and stifled a yawn as she greeted me.
"Good morning, Seryn!" I greeted gleefully. "Beautiful morning isn't it?"
"Indeed it is. You seem very chipper today. What's got you in such a good mood?"
"I'm just happy because it's a new day. I managed to master a more advanced spell not too long ago, and I'm anxious to get out there and work some more! Unless, of course, you and Rye have something else planned for me." I responded in a joyful tone.
"No, I don't suppose we do." Seryn seemed rather down, but I didn't notice right away. "Can I ask you a question?" She asked suddenly.
"Of course! I'm an open book. What do you want to know?" She should know by now that I'll answer any question that she has for me.
"Yesterday when Rye and I were giving you that tour of Plushtopia, you seemed somewhat down. Now you're so happy. Did something happen last night that I'm not aware of?" By the tone of her voice, it seemed like Seryn was nervous about what the answer would be.
"No, nothing happened last night aside from a good night's sleep! Yesterday, I was just pricking by brain about the strange voice that helped me learn Eruption. He just sounded so familiar. It sounded so similar to the voice of a White Entity that gave me some advice in a dream not too long ago." When I explained, Seryn tried to hide her sigh of relief, but I noticed it as I felt the feeling waft from her.
"I see. Does this 'White Entity' have a name? Maybe I've heard of him." Seryn now sounded cool and content. It also seemed like she was honestly interested.
"I'm not sure." I responded. "I've been planning to ask him when he visits me again, but so far, I haven't seen hide or tail of him. Come to think of it, even last time he visited, he was surrounded by very dense white fog. I don't even know what he looks like."
"Oh well, there's no sense in worrying about it now." Seryn motioned to the door of the room, and gave me a small nudge on the shoulder. "Why don't you just head outside, and I'll be there in a moment. We can talk more then."
"Well, okay." I replied and stepped outside the door. I made my way out of the dark hallway, and waited just outside for Seryn. Next thing I knew, she jumped out of the window, flapped he wings a bit, and landed softly beside me. I was impressed that she was so agile despite her size.
"So, what should we do today?" She asked gleefully.
"Like I said, I want to practice more of my spells today." I started to walk toward the clearing in the forest where I was to practice my magic. I had a hunch that Seryn had other things she wanted to do, but I didn't think to stop and ask what she wanted to do.
We were walking for a while, and Seryn hadn't said anything. "I don't mind if you want to watch or help." She didn't answer. I was trying to cheer her up. I couldn't feel any emotions emanating from her. Was she suppressing her emotions to not upset me? "C'mon Seryn, don't be so down. Cheer up!" Still with no answer, I looked over my shoulder and saw much to my own embarrassment that Seryn was nowhere to be seen. "Well, fine." I muttered to my self in a disappointed tone. I continued to walk for the clearing in the forest where would practice my magic.
When I got there, I decided to test myself and see if it still could still cast eruption with as much ease as I could before. I summoned my staff with a quick wave of my hand and held it in casting position. I focused on a small patch of ground ahead of me and imagined magma bursting multiple times from that point. I let my aura grow in power right there until it was ready.
"Eruption!" I yelled as I swung my staff upwards. Success! The ground blew up with fire and earth three times. It was just as easy as before. I sat down next to the usual tree and pulled my spell book out of the backpack I left laying against it. I started to aimlessly page through it. "What should I learn next?" I pondered to myself quietly.
I saw a page that was labeled "Flame Lance" at the top. (Sounds easy enough.) I thought to myself. After studying the page for a few minutes to get the general idea of how to cast the spell, I stood up and resumed my casting position.
I concentrated my aura high in the air. Using my growing control over my aura, I tried to mold it into the shape of a giant spear. It wasn't long before the task proved more difficult that I had predicted it would be. Just as I was able to get my aura to assume the shape that I was trying to achieve, my concentration broke and the spell fizzled.
I concentrated again, and this time achieved the spear-like shape very quickly. I used the rest of the time I had to cast the spell to condense my aura in the spear and raise the power and its size. Due to this being only my second attempt at the spell, I wasn't able to get very much aura condensed. When I felt that the time was just right, I held my staff up and quickly swung it down.
"Flame La…"
"Skyler!" Seryn's sudden desperate plea interrupted me, and the built up aura dissipated. I whipped around to see Seryn franticly charging at me with a fearfully anxious look. "Skyler! Rye's gone missing! When you wanted to practice your spells, I decided you'd rather do that alone. I tried to find Rye and see if he'd want to do anything with me, but no matter how hard I looked, I couldn't find him." If she was trying to hide her worry, she wasn't doing a very good job. I could feel it coming off her in waves. Her obvious anxiousness was only reinforced by the fact that she had explained the whole situation in one breath without giving me time enough to reply.
"Seryn, take a deep breath and calm down." I said calmly. She silently nodded and let out a sigh. The worry from her was slowing down a bit. "Rye's been here for a long time. I'm sure he knows where he's going. Besides, he looks like someone who knows how to take care of himself, and panicking won't do anything for us."
Seryn took another deep breath, but she wasn't any less worried, just much calmer. "Yes. You're right. I'm overreacting, but I'm still worried! What if he's been hurt or something? Can't you help me find him?"
"Sure. When was the last time you saw him?" I asked coolly.
"Last night. Before I went to bed." She replied. Relief flowed from her when I started to take over the search.
"I saw him this morning at the house. That seems as good a place to start as any." I started to walk toward the deceivingly small cottage that I had begun to call home. Seryn hesitated for a moment, but quickly caught up with me before I even left the clearing.
I stepped into the long, dark hallway where I had seen Rye that morning. Seryn hesitantly followed me. I tried to remember where Rye was going after I saw him.
"Where to now?" Seryn asked. For some reason, she seemed even more worried now than she did before, but she kept her calm demeanor. One would guess this ruse was to avoid getting scolded for overreacting again.
"I think I saw Rye walking farther down this hallway. Maybe he's still back there." I replied. I started to walk deeper into the corridor. At first, Seryn was right beside me, but it didn't take long for her to start to linger behind. I looked back to see what was keeping her. She was moving toward me very slowly. Her paws were against the wall as if she needed it just to stand; feelings of fear shone in her eyes and flowed from her like an infinite spring.
"What's wrong?" I asked. Seryn just shook her head and continued to take her slow and overly cautious steps toward me. I thought for a moment why she would be moving so slowly. (She's definitely afraid of something, but what?) I calmly walked closer to her until I was right next to her. I hoped that I could calm her down a bit.
"Why don't you wait outside, or in our room? I'll be able to look down here alone. Maybe you can even look outside for Rye a little more." I suggested softly. I was being very careful not to directly confront her about her fear, but Seryn shook her head defiantly.
"N-no, I'm okay." Seryn tried in vain to keep her voice steady.
"You most certainly are not!" I said somewhat more firmly, but still keeping the gentle tone. "Are you forgetting about flammies being able to share their emotions? I felt how afraid you are when I first looked back."
"O-Okay." Seryn still seemed hesitant to give in, but a sense of relief flooded her mind. "Just promise me you'll come back."
"I promise." Seryn, feeling satisfied, started running for the door. She couldn't wait to get away from something, but what? (Why was she so scared? What is there to fear in here?) I kept pondering the answers as I walked down the hallway.
It was so dark. Unnaturally dark even for an enclosed area, and step after step, the darkness only enveloped me more. (What could Rye possibly be keeping down this enormous hallway?) With nothing else to do but to trudge onward, I began asking myself questions that I didn't know the answers to. (Why is it so dark? Is Rye trying to deter people from finding whatever is at the end of this corridor? For that matter, why haven't I tried to explore back here until now?) I thought for a moment about that last one. (Because I haven't had time. And every time I would have been able to, Rye was blocking my way ready and willing to give me something else to do.) I took a few more steps. By this time, I was in total darkness. I couldn't even see my bright white shirt, but I was too deep in thought to really notice. (No. Now that I think about it, I have never even thought about going down here. That and I'm always asking Rye various questions. Usually if he knows Seryn's whereabouts.) Just walking. Nowhere to go but straight; nothing to do but think. (What am I doing here anyway? I find a strange book on the sidewalk, and next thing I know, I'm suddenly off on some crazy adventure. Learning magic, visiting other worlds, fighting 'ultimate evils,' and who knows what else.) I finally realized how the darkness totally enveloped me. I turned my aura white and forced a small chunk of it into my staff to create a makeshift torch, but the sudden intense light hurt my eyes and I quickly withdrew the aura. I somewhat preferred the dark anyway. I recalled my staff and continued to ponder. (I wonder how Mom and Dad feel. It's only been about three months since I left. Do they even know that I'm gone?) I suddenly felt a pang of home-sickness. It was stronger than it ever had been since I had left home for college in Utah. I had actually just finished my first year in college when I found the spell book. I didn't actually have any plans to go back just yet. I had a strong feeling that something important had to happen first. My job at Target was just filler before I acquired a job in game development. (What if I never see them again? I never even said good-bye.) I lamented not having the chance to talk to my parents before Mana attacked. I gasped at the thought of Mana. (What if Mana attacks them? They wouldn't stand a chance!) I felt myself panicking slightly, but I was able to quell my fear with logic. (No. How could he even know? I don't think that Seryn even knows who my parents are. Maybe I can get her to meet them after this all blows over. Then again, I don't think they'd be particularly happy to find out that I had left for another world to hang out with a dragon. Hell, they probably wouldn't even believe me unless I showed Seryn to them.)
I continued to be so deep in thought that I didn't even notice the hallway begin to regain its light. (I wonder if Seryn would even want to meet Mom and Dad. I mean, it's not like I can meet her parents.) I finally noticed the corridor's new light only when I saw the end of the hall and the lone door that was there. (I wonder how much time has actually passed.) I wondered to my self.
I reached the door only a few minutes after seeing it. It was a normal sized plush door without a handle, but you knew it was a door because it had an obvious seam around it. I put both my hands on the door and pushed it. It didn't open easily, but neither did any of the doors in Plushtopia, so I can't say I was surprised. I finally heard the velcro come undone and the door opened.
Soft moonlight flooded the hallway. I cautiously stepped through the doorway and looked around. A full moon was quietly gazing down on the small forest that I had entered through the door. Everything, the moon, the flora, even the very ground felt so … real. This was either made of an unnaturally realistic cloth, or this was a very special place in Plushtopia, or perhaps I was no longer in Plushtopia at all.
I began to search the peaceful forest for Rye. After all, that is what I was her to do. I put my hand on a tree as I walked by expecting to feel a cloth-like substance filled with fluff, but instead I felt a solid tree. Surprised, I took a closer look. It was real bark, real leaves, and a genuinely real tree. I crouched down and felt the grass and the earth. Yes! It was all real! Unlike Plushtopia, I could not find a single piece of cloth save the clothes I was wearing.
Suddenly, I heard a slight rustling further into the forest. Because my interest was so piqued by this small patch of real world in the middle of Plushtopia, I decided to investigate. It wasn't very far from where I was standing. In fact, I didn't think that this small forest was even that big to begin with.
The trees began to thin out until they abruptly stopped. There was a small clearing with a medium sized rock in the center, and a stream of moonlight shining directly on it making it seem to glow. I looked round the rock to try to find the source of the rustling I heard earlier. I was surprised to hear deep breathing as if someone, or something, was sleeping near by.
I located the source of the slight snoring and explored what was causing it. Rye was sound asleep next to the stone. I walked toward him and tried to decide what to do. I was very reluctant to just wake him up, after all, I didn't want to cause him any trouble, nor did I want to annoy him.
After mulling what to do, I decided to just wake him up. Besides Seryn would be worried about us. But … maybe I just let him sleep for a few more minutes. Maybe he'll wake up on his own. I sat down waited. I closed my eyes and tried to clear my mind. I meditated there for a few minutes. Just thinking about my situation (as if I didn't have enough time to do that on the way here) and whether I'd introduce Seryn to my parents or not.
I decided that I'd have to tell them sooner or later, and resolved to confront them as soon as I was done in Plushtopia. I opened my eyes and glanced over at Rye. He was still sleeping peacefully. I stood up only to kneel next to him and poke him.
"Hey, Rye. Wake up!" I tried to wake him gently and not agitate him too much. He lifted his head slightly and looked around slowly and quietly, then he put his head back down and promptly went back to sleep. I poked him again. "Wake up, Rye! Seryn's been looking all over for you." I pestered him to awaken. He lifted his head and looked around again. This time he noticed me and stretched his mouth wide open in a huge yawn.
"Morning Skyler!" He greeted me groggily. He opened his eyes wider and looker around to assess his surroundings. He glanced at the rock and suddenly seemed fully awake. He shifted himself into a sitting position facing me and looked at me quizzically. "What are you doing here?" He inquired thoughtfully.
"I was looking for you." I responded gently. "Seryn looked all over Plushtopia and couldn't find you, so she asked me to help her look. This was the only place she didn't look, so here I am. By the way, where exactly is here anyway?"
Rye sighed and seemed rather embarrassed. "You see, when Seryn disappeared all those years ago," he began to explain, "I had assumed her to be dead. Unfortunately, my worst case scenario assumption was proven correct when I found her lifeless body somewhere in the forest."
"But if you knew she had died, why did you act like you did when we first got here? Why did you act like Seryn ran away from you for some reason?"
Rye sighed again. This was obviously a relatively tender subject. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to act that way. I guess I just missed her and wished for her back so badly that when I saw her, I convinced myself that she had run away and never died.
"Anyway, after I found Seryn's body, I wanted to make a monument for her so I could always remember her. I asked Aridos for help because I had nobody else to turn to. He agreed without much argument and built this little haven in Plushtopia. He really is a brilliant wizard. He created this entire forest and made sure it was not only a constant full moon, but also that it was constantly night. He even went so far as to make the moonlight always shine on this rock." Rye explained forlornly.
I stood up and took a few steps forward and rested my hand on the rock. It was very smooth, and seemed to have a warm energy to it. "So this is stone is … Seryn's grave?" Rye nodded slowly. "But if you know that she's alive, why do you still visit?"
"While it's true that Seryn is alive and well today, my Seryn died a long time ago. Now she's free to start a new life. The life that Aridos gave her. The life that you gave her." Rye seemed to still be grieving for Seryn's earlier death, but he also seemed happy with Seryn being with me now.
"I understand, and I'm happy that you accept me, but I'm happier to have you as a friend." It was quite a sentimental moment. Rye nodded in response and began to cheer up quickly.
"You said that Seryn was looking for me right?" He asked without expecting a response. He stood up and started walking to the door back to Plushtopia, then beckoned me to follow. "No doubt she's worried about you too by now, but please don't tell her about this place. It'd probably only trouble her more, and she really doesn't need that."
I nodded understandingly. "Alright, my lips are sealed." I said with a smile as I rushed to catch up with Rye. It wasn't long before we reached the portal between this little grove and Plushtopia. With a seemingly effortless nudge, he opened the door and held it for me to walk inside. He followed quickly and started leading the way down the long hallway.
"I don't suppose there are any shortcuts." I asked hopefully, but Rye just chuckled.
"No, there aren't." He responded. "If there were, Seryn might accidentally find her own grave, and for some reason, I have a bad feeling about that happening."
We were walking and the darkness began to engulf us as I had come to expect. "But what's stopping her from just walking down this hallway normally? What was she so afraid of when we were walking down here?"
"You mean you don't know?" He seemed surprised. I just gave him a confused look. "Seryn's afraid of the dark." He explained calmly. "She doesn't like to be anywhere where the natural light from the sky can't reach her."
"Now that I think about it, that makes sense. She never goes into the hallway from our room. Maybe she's spent so much time in the void between lives that she's developed a natural fear." I tried to rationalize her fear. "I know I would be. I saw her floating there before I met her, and believe me, it did not look like fun."
I took a moment to recall when I first met Seryn. She came in a dream. She was just floating in the void, and a sense of helplessness emanated from her as she begged me to take her as my familiar. Actually it wasn't even that long ago. In reality, it had only been about 3 months. Our friendship had progressed so far since then. Actually so had my magic.
It was a rather quiet and uneventful trip back down the corridor. Rye didn't have much to say, and I continued to think about various happenings in that day. Namely how Rye was acting around the time that he said that I gave Seryn her current life. It was like he knew something that I just wasn't getting. The light in began to return to the artificial walls and I noticed that the door was visible.
Rye looked content. He wasn't particularly happy that I roused him from his nap, but he wasn't exactly angry about it. It was like he acknowledged that he had to return and ease Seryn's worry. He walked forward and pushed open the door.
Seryn was lying on the ground in an apparently very uncomfortable sleep. "She must have worried herself to sleep." I whispered to Rye. "Should we wake her up?"
"Yeah, I think we should." He responded. "She'll be happy to know we are both perfectly safe. Even though there never was any real danger, that is."
I cautiously stepped forward and prodded Seryn's semi-exposed belly. "Hey, Seryn. I'm back, and I brought Rye with me." I coaxed her out of her slumber gently. Seryn twitched uncomfortably and quickly stood up.
"Huhzawut?" She slurred her words as if she wasn't fully awake yet. She opened her mouth wide in a huge yawn and stretched her tired limbs before looking around and seeing Rye and I standing near her. Before saying anything else, ran at me and tackled me.
It wasn't just surprise that knocked me over; it was a 400 pound beast! She was actually much lighter than I thought she'd be, but it was still very uncomfortable with her lying directly on top of me. "Seryn!" I protested, but I was muffled by Seryn's fur and feathers. Rye was laughing so hard that he was almost on the ground with me. "C'mon, get off!" I tried in vain to push her off. She was just so happy to see me.
She got up after her little bit of playfulness and reached a paw to help me up. I grabbed on and hoisted myself back on my feet and hoped she wasn't going to tackle me again anytime soon. "Sorry." Seryn said bashfully. "I didn't mean to crush you. I guess I'm still just used to playing with other flammies." She turned around and looked at Rye. Suddenly she became really embarrassed. "I-I'm sorry Rye! I was …"
"No, it's alright." Rye interrupted between laughs. He took a moment to catch his breath and finally spoke. "It's great to see you two getting along so well."
"Seryn," I attempted to get her attention. She turned and acknowledged me. "You said that you were still used to playing with other flammies, but hasn't it been millennia since you were a flamlet?"
"Well, yes and no." She chuckled a bit at me. "Most of the times I've been reborn, I was actually born as a flamlet. I mean it's not like I just appeared. But I know what you mean, and yes, it has been a millennium or two since I had other friends as a flamlet." I opened my mouth to speak, but she spoke first. "I was referring to before the last time that I died. You see, I was on an island with many other flammies, and we would sometimes wrestle with each other not unlike how you'd see cats wrestle. It was all great fun!"
"Oh, I get it. You are just so used to playing roughly like that, you forgot briefly that I'm actually much smaller than you are." I surmised.
"Yeah." She confirmed my observation with a slight smile. "Maybe I can show you it sometime, I don't think it's been all that long."
I thought for a brief moment about her offer. "I'd like that." I responded thoughtfully. "It really would be nice to meet some of your old friends and learn more about you."
"Well, I think I'll just leave you two to chat." Rye said happily. "Later!" He started to walk off, only to be quickly stopped by Seryn.
"Wait, Rye! There's something I want to show you! It's amazing!" She grabbed Rye's paw and started dragging him away both literally and figuratively.
"Okay, okay I'm coming!" Rye replied with a chuckle. Seryn had been dragging Rye on the ground before she stopped to let him get his bearings.
"Do you want to come too?" She asked politely. She didn't seem very surprised when I shook my head slightly. "Alright. I guess you want to keep practicing your magic. Don't worry. I'll be back before the day is over."
I nodded and waved as Seryn started flying away. Rye looked at me and shrugged. He kinda rolled his eyes and made it seem like Seryn usually got worked up like this over small things. He leisurely spread his wings and flew after Seryn.
(Wait a minute. Rye can fly?) I didn't know that his wings were fully functional. I just assumed they were mostly for show to make him look even more like a real flammie. I shrugged and decided to practice magic some more. I casually walked toward the forest. I looked for the position of the sun. It seemed like it was a few hours past noon.
I had practiced endlessly for a good 7 or 8 hours, but I only just managed to get good at Flame Lance. It was still nowhere near mastered though, but I was exhausted. I was barely managing to take the steps to get back home.
Just when I was almost to the door of the deceptively small house, Seryn called to me.
"Skyler!" She was extremely cheerful. Obviously she enjoyed her time with Rye. "I was just about to go on my nightly flight, and I'm glad I ran into you." She shuffled around a bit and acted somewhat sheepish. "Would you like to come with me?"
"Actually, I'm really tired. If it's alright, I'd just like to go to bed." I spoke the truth. I had an extremely full day, and it was only natural that I'd be this tired. Seryn was a little disappointed, and that made me feel a little guilty, but it's not like she was asking me out on a date or something like that.
"Y-Yeah, that's fine." Seryn stifled a sigh, and was clearly disappointed. "Well good night then." She spread her wings and took flight, but though her body went up, there was no mistaking her spirits plummeting.
Still feeling slightly guilty, I slowly trudged into my room, kicked my shoes off, and crawled into bed. It didn't take very long for sleep to overcome my weary body.
I quickly found my self surrounded by a familiar white fog. I was back in the dream world to once again confront the mysterious force that had given me advice nights before, and that had helped me cast Eruption for the first time. I would have loved to have that help with Flame Lance, but I suppose beggars can't be choosers.
"Welcome back." The Entity greeted me warmly. "Is everything going well with your training?" He asked gently.
"Somewhat." I responded after some thought. "Flame Lance gave me a little trouble today. It would have been nice to have a little of your help with it." I attempted to gather information in a rather sneaky way.
"Just because I helped you with Eruption, that does not make me obligated to help with all your spells." He scolded benignly. "Your path is a long and difficult one that will require you to learn to operate on your own intuition."
"But you admit that it was you that helped me with Eruption." I revealed the motive behind my words. "Perhaps I operate better than you first thought already."
He chuckled lightly. "That you do, young one, but it was not a secret that it was me that helped you." There was a small pause. "That is all I wanted to ask, so if you don't have anything to say, I'll take my leave."
"Wait." I caught him just in time. Besides, I wasn't exactly ready to wake up anyway. "I do have a few questions for you, but I fear that these will be secret."
"Very well. What knowledge do you seek wizard?"
"First off, what are you? I'd like to know if who I'm talking to is for or against my path in life."
"You mean you don't know? And here I thought you could operate on your own intuition already." He teased. "I am a flammie. Not too different, in fact, from your Seryn."
"But why do you usually contact me only in my dreams? That is a feat that most flammies do not possess is it not?"
"Think about it. You're correct that no living flammie has the ability to connect to other's dreams. Now why would I be different?"
I stopped for a moment and thought about his words. "You specifically said 'living.' You're not alive are you?"
"Very perceptive. You are correct. I do not reside in the living world. As to why I contact you, well, let's just say that I need your help."
Well that was annoyingly vague. "My help with what? You already obviously know much more than me about magic. What could you possibly need my help for?"
"I need your help to protect your world."
More vagueness. "Protect my world? So, you need my help to defeat Mana?"
"No. Mana is nothing more than an innocent victim sent to slow or even stop you. The evil that you are destined to destroy has yet to fully awaken." Then it was revealed that my true enemy was not Mana, but someone stronger than even him.
"So, you're going to train me to help you destroy this greater evil then?" I continue my interrogation.
"Not quite. I am but a simple messenger to ensure you know that your trials do not end with Mana."
"So then I'm just your lackey? I'm just here to do all the dirty work you tell me to?" I was beginning to get frustrated with all his vague answers.
"No. There are three others whose destinies intertwine with yours. They will help you in even your most dire need."
"But you're not going to help?"
"I never said that."
"Then if you're not going to train me, your going to fight with me right? But how can you do that when you're not even alive yourself?"
"It is not on my shoulders to tell you that." He paused only briefly enough to catch his breath. "Rest easy child. I assure you that everything will become clear in its own time." The mist began to fade away into nothing.
"Wait!" I yelled. "I still have a few more questions." The fading stopped and there was an awkwardly silently pause. Almost as if he was deciding weather to stay or not.
"Very well," he finally spoke, "What else do you want to know?"
"Who are you?" Immediately after asking the final question, the mist swirled and a figure began to emerge. It was a flammie looking at me through gentle eyes.
END OF CHAPTER 6!
Author's Ending Notes: Very few and minor changes to this one. Still worth the re-read if not to simply refresh what has been happening in the story.
Look out for:
Chapter 7: The Admittance