EL: And here I am, with another chapter of Clouded.
Judal: You took way too long to finish it.
EL: I know. And I have no excuses. Bring it on, my readers. Actually, don't or I'm going to die and you won't get any more chappies. I DO NOT OWN MAGI.
To be honest, Athealda had known that Yunan would get into another one of his... situations again. What kind of condition was he in this time? Well, today, we have Yunan being captured by slave drivers! Isn't that fantastic? Also, we have a very irritated and pissed off Athealda trying to save him! Wow!
The girl was seriously mad. Why couldn't that (insert cuss words) magi just stay put in that safety box I made for him?!
She recalled the large, 10-foot-tall metal box she had fashioned and stuck Yunan into. She was positive it would keep him out of trouble (this time) (yes, he had managed to escape all the other "safety boxes" she had made) (unbelievable, she knew).
Come to think of it, how did he get out of it anyways? Oh wait. I shouldn't even be asking that question. When it comes to Yunan, the impossible is made possible...
She peeked out from her hiding spot and spotted a cheerful-looking Yunan being led down the tunnel on her right. He was chatting animatedly to the slave drivers that had captured him. Their faces screamed regret, and Athealda felt as if she could somehow relate to their pain.
She quickly followed them down the underground hall, being careful to stay silent. They turned a corner and disappeared from Athealda's line of vision. The sound of Yunan's voice slowly faded into oblivion, and the corridor became deathly silent. She scampered along, desperately trying to catch up, while trying very hard to not trip on the jagged, bumpy dirt floor. Lady Luck, however, was clearly not on her side today.
Athealda turned the corner and found herself facing two dark tunnels, both looking exactly identical to one another. They gave off a cold feeling, and Athealda glared at them unconsciously.
Well, shit.
She approached the tunnel on the right, trying to listen for the sound of Yunan's cheerful, bubbly voice. None. She checked the left tunnel. Nothing there, either. Athealda felt a cold feeling quickly descend into her stomach, like she had just drunk a large gulp of icy water.
Uh... how should I do this?
She groaned, frustrated. If she made one wrong move, she would be killed.
I'm left-handed, so let's just check the left side first.
Athealda found herself facing the left tunnel, which seemed about a million times more ominous than it had before. She glared into it, cursing Yunan for leaving the safety box. For one second, she was reminded of the one time Yunan forced her to walk through the pitch-black Great Rift with no light source. She recalled the amount of times she had punched him after that- namely, thirteen. Cautiously taking a step into the tunnel, she felt her "Yunadar" tingle.
No way! Athealda face palmed and massaged her temples slowly. My guess was actually correct?! Is this the gift of being left-handed?
She sweat dropped and began walking deeper into the tunnel, and her Yunadar informed her that Yunan, had, indeed gone down this way. She thanked Allah for blessing her with such a useful tool, which allowed her to know Yunan's location whenever she went to a place where he had just recently gone.
It began to get more chilly as she walked down the seemingly never-ending tunnel, so she jogged to stay warm.
Come to think of it, what type of djinn is Giso?
She descended from a quick jog into a slow walk as she gazed at the silver band resting on her finger. An eight-pointed star in a circle was engraved neatly onto the once smooth surface. Athealda ran a finger across the symbol, tracing its grooves.
How do I even do a djinn equip or whatever they call it anyways?
She sighed, muttering, "I guess that's just another reason for me to find Yunan."
A long time later...
Athealda glared down at the Magi. "So, how are you doing today, Yunan?"
He smiled up at her. Soot was covering his face, turning it an ashy grey. "Really great! I really like it here! By the way, Athealda-chan, what happened to your face?"
The teen barely managed to restrain herself from choking the life out of the eccentric magi. Her hands quivered at her sides, slowly twitching closer to his neck. "I think you should be asking why you're here in the first place?"
Yunan frowned. "Seriously, what happened to your face?" He glanced behind her to see the pile of unconscious men. "Did you fall or something?"
She smiled to cover up the furious face she had underneath. "You don't need to worry about it, Yunan. It's just a scratch." She ran her finger along the small cut on her face that she had received while disarming the slave drivers.
"No, it's not!"
"Yunan." He froze. "I need you to tell me why you left the box I made for you."
He pouted, jutting his chin out. "Well, I was hungry."
"Use your alchemy magic!"
"It was really boring, too!"
"I was gone for about five hours, and that is what you give to me as an excuse?! Yunan, would you rather be bored or dead- or worse?"
The magi blinked up at her, a confused expression plastered on his face. "Athealda-chan, you were in there for about two years."
Athealda felt a heavy, sinking feeling slide its way into her stomach. Straining to keep her emotions from going out of control, she turned away from Yunan so he couldn't see her face, which was probably looking pretty ugly at the moment. Secretly she felt bad for the other men she had met in the dungeon; their families were probably worried about them, unlike someone. "Well, that doesn't matter now, does it? Let's go, Yunan."
He tilted his head. "Oh. Okay. But wait, let me just say bye to all the friends I've made while waiting for you to save me."
"Yunan."
Athealda only felt safe again when Yunan returned them back to the Great Rift. She wheezed out a long breath and turned to glare deeply at her precious, oh-so-adorable companion, staring deeply into his soul and attempting to rip it into shreds.
It didn't work.
Yunan hummed a cheerful tune as he opened the door to his hut, ushering Athealda in first. She grunted and aimed a kick at his shin, successfully connecting her foot with where she had wanted it to. Yunan wheezed in pain, and limped as he closed the door. The girl huffed and plopped down on a chair.
She held her hand up to the magi's face, showing him the ring. "I captured the dungeon-yes, I did manage to stop staring at me like I just won an award for being the world's most amazing person-EVEN I CAN CAPTURE A DUNGEON OKAY?! So, how do I perform a djinn equip thingy? Tell me, and I'll consider sparing your miserable, undeserved life."
"Slow down, Athealda-chan. Before doing that, I'll need to find out what kind of djinn it is, or you'll probably spend too much magoi trying to perform one of the djinn's moves. And you know what happens when your body runs out of magoi, right?"
"Yeah. I die and shit like that."
"Exactly. So, Athealda-chan, please hand over your ring. Unless you want to, um... 'die and shit', that is."
She grudgingly slipped it off her finger, and laid it into the magi's hand. He opened the door to his hut and the girl watched curiously as a symbol, identical to the one carved into her ring, lighted up on Yunan's head. He looked a bit ridiculous, and Athealda snickered into a clenched fist as the magi performed his magic.
An enormous blue dragon seemed to protrude from the tiny ring, shaking the floor of the Great Rift. He smirked triumphantly and bowed down to Yunan respectfully. "Have you summoned me, magi?"
Sucky ending, I know. Go kill writer's block for it. Don't kill me please. Sucky chapter, too. Kill me for this. JUST DO IT.