Disclaimer: Zatch Bell is copyrighted to Makoto Raiku (characters, series, and concepts). The only things I own that are currently revealed in the story are E, Nylon, Shine, Angelica Tsukoro, Curtis Herrakoro, Gretchen, Harumi Kisamaru. Izo Uramori, Myriam, Mystrael, Metallix, and Professor Linda.
Chapter 5: Get Ready to Go
Angelica collapsed on her bed tiredly. Another two hours of studying down the drain, but this study session was more arduous than previously. This was mainly because of her battle with Kido and Dr. Riddles just yesterday. She had some difficulty keeping her mind set on one thing without it wandering off to the words Dr. Riddles said to her.
"You two have potential and power deep in your souls that only you can unlock. Me, Kido, Zatch, Kiyo, and all of our allies heading to fight Zofis need power like that. So…I'll talk to Kiyo about this. Whether you show up late or early does not, just please come to South American and fight on our side. We'll be waiting for you."
Not only that, there was also something else she discovered: the new spell. Angelica pulled out the puce spellbook from her backpack and opened up to the age where the new spell was. The unspoken words were glowing purple, like how the book would when a spell was recited. Angelica then turned her head lazily to E who was napping on a divan against the wall. "Can we…really do it?" Angelica asked herself, concerning both going to South American and reading the possibly powerful—and scary—new spell.
"Ang! You have a visitor; it's Izo!" Mrs. Tsukoro called from downstairs. Angelica quickly shoved the puce spellbook back into her backpack and rose from her bed.
The dark-haired girl made her way downstairs and, sure enough, Izo was there waiting for her with a smile. "Yo." He greeted. Izo opted to wear a different long-sleeved shirt so as to hide the injury he gained in him and Nylon's battle against Metallix yesterday.
Angelica smiled, "Hey there, Izo. What can I help you with?" Izo replied inquiringly, "Well, can we go up to your room first off?" Angelica blinked twice before answering unsurely, "Um…Sure?"
"Just play nice, you two!" Mrs. Tsukoro teased with a small grin. Angelica blushed three shades of red as she whined, "Moooom!" Hurriedly, she went upstairs as Izo sheepishly followed.
Meanwhile, Curtis was also on his way to the terrace Angelica lived in. He was driving in a navy blue Mustang, the radio blaring semi-loud rock music as he drove. Curtis lived in a terrace as well ten miles away from Angelica's; thankfully, since Curtis, being seventeen, could drive, the duration of the trip didn't take long.
"Hopefully Ang has the notes I missed. Sucks that Harumi is hangin' somewhere else." Curtis said to himself, bobbing his head slightly to the beat on his radio. A minute or two later, Curtis could see the parking lot of the terrace come into view.
"Ah, I'm here." Curtis said as he turned off the radio and parallel-parked in-between a van and Izo's car. It wasn't until Curtis had turned off his car and got out that he noticed he had parked right next his classmate's vehicle. "…Huh. Didn't expect Izo to be here," Curtis thought aloud and then chuckled, "Never thought the dude would start fallin' behind like me!"
Curtis then started jogging up the stairways until he reached the door to the Tsukoro Family's room. He knocked on the door three times and waited. Some seconds afterward, Mr. Tsukoro opened the door, "Oh, hello there, Curtis! My, Ang is certainly popular today."
Knowing the father was referring to Izo, Curtis chuckled, "She sure is. I guess that means she's here cuz I need her help too." Mr. Tsukoro replied as he stepped aside, "Certainly. Come on in, she and Izo are just upstairs in her room."
" 'Preciate it!" Curtis responded as he stepped inside and began making his short way to Angelica's room. When he reached the top of the stairs, he could already hear the sounds of Izo, Ang, and E conversing. "Gee, they started the party without me?" Curtis said, chuckling as he prepared to knock the door.
"You're going to South America?"
Curtis paused when he heard both Angelica and E exclaim on the other side of the door. That was certainly did not sound like asking for notes. Curiously, Curtis placed his right ear against the surface of the door to see if he could perceive the rest of the conversation.
"Yeah, I am." Izo confirmed. "For how long?" Angelica inquired. Izo fell notably quiet when his female classmate and best friend asked him that. Both Angelica and E took note of this sudden quietude. They were about to ask something else when another person decided to drop in the conversation.
"Izo, you might as well stop beating around the bush."
Everyone—Curtis from behind the door gasped quietly—turned to the suddenly opened window in Angelica's room. Nylon was standing there, squatting on the windowsill. His injuries were also covered. "Nylon? You're here?" E exclaimed in both shock and relief. Angelica exchanged dumbfounded looks between E, Izo, and Nylon repeatedly before shouting calamitously, "JUST WHAT THE HECK IS GOING ON?"
E recoiled slightly from the volume Angelica applied in her confused cry, Curtis had to remove his ear from the door to massage it, and Izo and Nylon—surprisingly—kept their composure.
Izo reached into the collar of his outfit and presented the top-half of Nylon's dark brown spellbook to the telepathic duo. "I don't know if you know about this or not, but Nylon and I were asked to help a resistance fight against Zofis in South America. We accepted."
"You…You have a spellbook, too." Angelica said softly, her eyes never leaving the sight of the spellbook until Izo put it back in. "Secret's out, it seems." E replied casually. "What secret? You're alien butt gives anything away." Nylon joked, but regretted it when E gave him a glare with his green eyes.
"Yeah, Ang, I do." Izo confirmed and then asked curiously, "So what about you? Are you going to come with us?" Angelica sighed as she looked down. First Dr. Riddles approached her about it, now her best friend and classmate. Deciding to answer for her, E spoke up, "We were already asked. We're not strong enough to go, so we decline."
Nylon chuckled loudly as he entered the room, jumping off the windowsill, "Not strong enough? That's not supposed to come out of your mouth, E." He said, "You guys aren't scared, are you?"
"Um…" Angelica and E droned in embarrassment. Well, they weren't scared of the enemies that lied there, but they were apprehensive of what their ailment would do to them there, where no mercy would be given to them. "…You're kidding me, right?" Nylon deadpanned in disbelief.
"Not exactly, Nylon." Izo spoke, gazing at both of them intently, "There's something more to it, isn't there?" Angelica tensed up, only slightly though. Sometimes, Izo could be too analytical for his own good. "Whatever it is, Ang, E," Izo said comfortingly, "Don't let that bring you down. You guys got this far in the battle. Fear can't bring you down now."
"Izo, I wish it were that simple." Angelica said in defeat as E looked on somberly. Curtis on the other side of the door was simply listening on, expressionless and thoughtless. Izo placed both of his hands on Angelica's shoulder, causing her to flush lightly from the sudden contact, as he continued, "Nothing is ever complicated, we only make it so. Ang…Nylon and the rest of us need as much help as possible. Please consider this."
Angelica sighed softly, "I'll try, Izo. I'll try."
Izo's hands returned to his side as he said, "I'll see what I can do for them to make arrangements to accommodate you. I expect you to come, albeit lately." Angelica could only nod, and so could E. This was a lot of pressure on them. Were they really that strong?
Curtis, having heard the whole conversation, was deliberating on the subject himself. Izo and this other, Nylon, were apparently heading to South America, Angelica and E were asked to assist them and others, and they mentioned something about a spellbook. Now, Curtis wasn't the brightest of people, but he wasn't in three out of five honor classes for no reason. He quickly two-and-two together as he quietly but quickly made his exit down the stairs.
"I'll be right back, Mr. and Mrs. Tsukoro! Don't tell Ang that though!" Curtis yelled to the parents as he left the apartment room. Confused, the two parents could only say, "OK…" before going back to their business, thinking that teenagers were getting weirder and weirder with each generation.
"So, Ang and E need a confidence-booster, huh?" Curtis said as he drove his car as fast as he could back to his terrace, "Heh, aight. I ain't gon' trip. We all need that every now and then. Izo seems to have broken her, but I'll be the one to fully convince her. I just hope she's still at my house."
Curtis arrived back at his terrace, not even wondering how the deities above prevented him from not getting a large speeding ticket. Luckily, based on their car not being in their assigned parking spot, his parents had not returned for shopping in Tokyo yet. So, that meant a little luck was on his side, and he would have versatility in this situation.
Curtis hurriedly turned off his car and removed his apartment keys from his pocket. His apartment room, although not as big as Ang's, was pretty decently-sized, and it was located only on the third floor too, saving him the trouble of jogging up the stairs for an extended period of time. Inserting the keys into the lock and unlocking it, Curtis flung the door and closed it behind him.
"Yo, Gretchen! You here?" Curtis shouted, his voice echoing through the empty halls of the apartment room. When he got no response, he started to worry if Gretchen left for the time being. That is, until he got a sudden insight. The Herrakoro Family's apartment was one of the few that provided a balcony—and it gave a good view of the Rainbow Bridge in the faraway distance.
Curtis quickly rushed down the main hallway, a straightaway lane toward said balcony. He pulled the screen door to the side and saw just who he wanted to see. Leaning against the balcony bored in a board manner was a fifteen-year-old female Mamodo sporting burnt umber hair tied into a ponytail. From what could be seen in her position, she wore a black jacket, the hem of the jacket flowing in the breeze like a cape or cloak, and black combat boots.
"Ah, Gretchen. Thought you'd be here." Curtis said, announcing his presence. Gretchen turned around, casting a slightly surprised with her pupil-less celestial blue to the boy, and responded, "Oh, Curtis. You're back." She turned completely, revealing her jacket to be unzipped and long-sleeved and she was sporting a black shirt as a top.
"Yeah, but I gotta back and need to take you with me." Curtis announced. Gretchen blinked in a perplexed manner, "And why is that?" Curtis elaborated, "Listen. This is a serious thing concerning E and Angelica. I need you to help me with this."
Gretchen stared at the gamer unblinkingly and with narrowed eyes, "Does it involved battling?"
Curtis crossed his arms as he looked off to the side, "You could say that." Gretchen looked at the sun to conjecture what the time was. She said in a somewhat shocked tone, "But it's only late afternoon. You actually want to battle a Mamodo instead of playing video games?"
Curtis gritted his teeth and snapped back seriously, "Oh come on, Gretchen! This involves a friend of mine! I thought you would be more willin' than this!" Gretchen snickered, "Fine, fine. I'll humor you. Not many chances like this come up when it comes to you."
"Then move your ass already!" Curtis yelled as he, out of nowhere, gripped the collar of Gretchen's shirt and literally started dragging her back to his car. "H-HEY! HEY! COULD YOU LET ME STAND ON MY FEET! CURTIS!"
Angelica, meanwhile, was doing her best to concentrate on her studies. Sadly, her mind was plagued by the words of Izo and Dr. Riddles, hampering her study skills at the moment. "For the love of God, how the heck am I supposed to get ready for my exams now?" Angelica thought outrageously.
"Maybe you're worrying about it too much." E suddenly spoke from behind, causing the dark-haired girl to jump in shock. "Geez, E! You don't always to have to read minds!" She reprimanded him. "Sorry, but with you constantly having that on your mind, it gets to my attention." E replied.
"Then lemme be the one to clear those thoughts."
Both Angelica and E jumped at the unexpected vocal addition to the conversation. Abruptly and curiously, Angelica and E looked at the visitor the former's room, "Curtis?" It was certainly not often one-especially Angelica-to see Curtis with a humorless and serious look on his face. "Ang, E, come outside. I'm issuing a challenge." Curtis said austerely.
In unison, Angelica and E's heads tilted to one side curiously, "Challenge? What kind?"
From the small sports bag hanging over his shoulder, Curtis suddenly pulled out a battleship grey spellbook, "That answer your question? Put your rears in gear; my Mamodo partner, Gretchen, is outside for waitin' for us."
Gretchen twirled her scythe idly as she looked out onto the scenery. She was getting impatient; Curtis went to get E and Angelica about ten minutes ago. In her opinion at least, it doesn't take that long to issue a challenge between teams involved in the Mamodo Fight.
"My bad, Gretchen. Our challengers were bein' punks."
Gretchen couldn't help but grin when she heard that—and later saw how apprehensive Angelica looked—as Curtis walked to her side. "It's fine." She said in reply and then looked at Angelica and E, "So, are we ready?"
"Wait!" E shouted, "Let me ask this question: why are you doing this?"
"A lil birdie told me you're tryin' to go to South America." Curtis answered as he opened the battleship grey spellbook. Gretchen herself wondered what was the reason for this meeting, but it was a battle—something she hadn't enjoyed in a long time. "W-Wait. Say what?" Angelica exclaimed in shock.
"You better do somethin' quickly cuz here we come!" Curtis announced as the battleship grey spellbook glowed a blackish color, "Ligar!" Gretchen gripped the shaft of her scythe as the blade leaks dark energy, and then swing it to release a small crescent-shaped energy wave.
"Why won't you answer me, Curtis? What's gotten into you?" Angelica questioned frenziedly. E flew in front of her and rationalized, "That doesn't matter, Angelica! Cast a spell quickly!" Gritting her teeth in defeat, Angelica opened up the puce spellbook and recited, "Ieruga!"
E's glassy green eyes glowed a whitish color and discharged a beam of whitish energy toward the Ligar. The two spells clashed for about three seconds before knocking each off on a crash course to oblivion. "I would answer you, Ang," Curtis spoke as the battleship grey spellbook glowed some more, "But me and Gretchen don't like talkin' while we fight. Ligar!"
"You lose precious time to attack when you talk in battle." Gretchen added as she jumped forward and swung again. She repeated that one more time, sending two crescent-shaped waves at the telepathic duo after closing some of the distance.
"She tried to throw us off by sending Ligar at two different points." Angelica deliberated as the puce spellbook glowed purple, "Luckily, E has a spell to get around that." "Aruk!"
In a flash of pink, E teleported out of the way as the two shots of Ligar continued their now useless trip. "Teleportation?" Curtis said warily. "That's right," Angelica informed, "Now, Sora Iera!"
E reappeared behind Angelica as whitish blades of psychic energy formed from his arms. "Behind you, Gretchen!" Curtis exclaimed. Gretchen gripped her scythe and turned sharply, the blade of her scythe clashing with E's right-hand blade. Sparks flew as the two Mamodo continued their parrying.
"Hm. E's pretty good when it comes to close-range combat." Curtis remarked as he watched the scene. Angelica smiled sheepishly as she replied, "He tries." Curtis then smirked, "So I see; however, my girl Gretchen is better than that."
To prove his point, Gretchen upped her game. This time, she opted not to swing and instead faded backwards. E wound up swinging at air, surprising him. Quickly, she then swung her scythe double-handedly. E, although still surprised, managed to sidestep the swing, causing the tip of the blade of the scythe to imbed itself to the ground.
"Gotcha." Gretchen said, grinning. She used the handle of scythe for support in order to swing her legs toward E and kick him aggressively. E groaned loudly as he was kicked away and landed roughly on the pavement. "Told ya." Curtis boasted, arms behind his hand languidly, as Gretchen landed on her feet while putting her scythe's blade out of the ground.
Luckily, when Angelica noticed Gretchen get the upper hand, she closed her eyes to prevent herself from the seeing the actual impact—something she and E made a habit of in some of the battles they previously had. "Not bad…" E remarked as he got up, signaling Angelica could open her eyes again. "Shouldn't that be my line?" Gretchen responded, still grinning as she idly spun her scythe.
"Yeah, you pretty tough, little dude." Curtis commented in an impressed tone, "Strongest ones we've battled yet." Gretchen rolled her eyes, "In the little battles we've had." Curtis shot a glare at her with his pale pink eyes.
"But I still want to know!" Angelica spoke, "Curtis, you're acting a little differently than what I usually know you from. Not to mention you JUST revealed to us you have a Mamodo that you seem to have kept hidden from us, and you challenge us to battle without giving us a reason. WHAT'S GOING ON?"
"Damn, girl, you don't have to yell!" Curtis retorted as Gretchen flinched slightly from Ang's voice. "Fine," He conceded, "I'll tell you a lil bit of my intentions, seeing as I kinda dragged Gretchen into this too, but only lil a bit. We're gonna get straight back to it once I'm done." Hearing that, E and Angelica stayed both attentive and ready.
"Plain and simple, I overheard you and Izo; I was comin' to yo room to get notes I missed." The ecru-haired male finally answered, "Heard everything, too. Now you know why I know 'bout that South America mess."
"Oh, for the love of God," Angelica snorted, "First, Dr. Riddles, then Izo, and now you. Am I really that important?"
Curtis glared at her humorlessly, "I ain't jokin' around, Ang." The dark-haired girl instantly clammed up while E mentally remarked, "So THIS is what lies behinds that gamer. Very scary." Gretchen had to admit the same thing. For as long as she knew Curtis as her partner, he never acted like this before.
"What you're lackin' is self-confidence. I don't know why you think you two are pretty weak, but the least I can do as a friend is prove you wrong." Curtis said as the battleship grey spellbook glowed its blackish glow again, "Now, nuff talk! Ganzu Ligar!"
Gretchen gripped the black shaft of her scythe with both hands and swung it at an amazingly rapid pace, sending out numerous ,black, crescent-shaped projectiles. "Angelica, a defensive spell! We actually encountered an opposing team whose giving us a bit of a break." E said. Angelica hit herself on the forehead with the puce spellbook; she really had enough of all this, "Ieshun." She recited unenthusiastically.
E raised his arms and summoned a dark purple sphere outlined by pink around his floating body. The psychic field blocked and deflected the Ganzu Ligar. "Keep at it, Gretchen!" Curtis encouraged, continuing to put heart energy into the book. As per his instructions, Gretchen continued to swing her scythe rapidly and send out her attack. "No choice but to do the same." E said as he maintained the use of Ieshun.
"I have better idea, E." Angelica telepathically said to him as she closed her eyes, "Aruk!" E stopped using Ieshun suddenly in order to teleport in a flash of pink again, prompting both Curtis and Gretchen to stop. "He disappeared?" They exclaimed in surprise.
"Ieshun!"
E reappeared in front of Gretchen and released the orbicular psychic field again. Gretchen couldn't do anything as she was knocked away with the powerful force. "Gretchen!" Curtis yelled, whipping his head to the direction Gretchen landed some feet away.
"You'll have to do better than that if you want to beat us, Curtis." Angelica said, smirking a little. Gretchen stood back, injured slightly and picking up her scythe, as she commented, "Bold talk coming from supposed weaklings."
"Right back at ya, Ang." Curtis responded, "Gretchen's a really tough girl. You won't keep her down with such simple attacks." The battleship grey spellbook glowed once again as Curtis recited, "Garuligar!" Gretchen extended out an arm that held her scythe and rotated it quickly, rivaling that of the propellers of an active helicopter. Then, as dark energy surrounded her and the scythe, she flew straight toward, the dark energy forming that of a drill around her and the spinning scythe.
"Here she comes and fast too!" E alerted his bookkeeper as he got ready. Angelica, meanwhile, was debating what to do, "Would Ieshun be enough? Maybe I could use…No, I'll lose it for sure if I do that spell. I'm already on a good streak so far in this battle."
"Aruk!" E teleported once again to avoid Gretchen's Garuligar. "Damn, Gretchen! Ya missed!" Curtis reprimanded. "Shut up!" Gretchen snapped as she turned around, the Garuligar performing a half-loop to revert its course. When E reappeared in the battlefield, he was directly in Garuligar's line of fire. "E! Watch out!" Angelica exclaimed as s he shut her eyes. "Oh hell." E groaned and was then struck by Garuligar.
"Hey, Gretchen, you actually got him!" Curtis announced jubilantly as the spellbook stopped glowing and Gretchen landed before him. "I'm taking that as a compliment and leaving it at that." The scythe-wielding female responded.
"E, if you're done recovering, I think I figured out their tactic." Angelica telepathically communicated to the psychic Mamodo. "Enlighten me…" He mentally groaned in response. "Gretchen's scythe! That's the source of their power! You have to strip her of it!" Angelica mentally said. E looked at the scythe Gretchen was currently twirling, most likely waiting for them to strike. "Now that you mention it…Yes, that will definitely. You just make sure you keep your eyes close if things get too scary-looking." E mentally said. "Of course!" Angelica mentally responded, "Now go!"
With that, E floated straight toward Gretchen at full speed. "Ieruga!" Angelica recited as the puce spellbook glowed purple. Once again, E fired a whitish beam of psychic energy from his shield. "Curtis, defense spell!" Gretchen demanded as she held out her scythe. "I'm on it, I'm on it!" Curtis replied as the battleship grey spellbook glowed again, "Zena Shield!"
Curtis rotated her scythe in front of her until it formed a black, hurricane-like shield in front of her. It managed to block E's Ierugra and continued to. "Almost there, almost there!" E's mind rushed like a waterfall, continuing to fire Ieruga—as Ang kept inputting heart energy to the spell—while getting closer to Gretchen. Meanwhile, the scythe-wielding Mamodo was finding it increasingly difficult to keep the shield up as the struggle continued.
"C'mon, Gretchen, don't fail on me now!" Curtis encouraged, noticing that. "My skills are slipping…because we haven't been in enough…battles!" Gretchen replied, struggling even more.
"Well, you've lost this one, I'm afraid!" They two heard both Angelica's and E's voice and were instantly flabbergasted. "Ieshun!" Suddenly, the Ieruga disappeared, momentarily providing relief for Gretchen, but was instantly replaced with a powerful, orbicular psychic field. Because Zena Shield was actually Gretchen's scythe, the Ieshun broke through the shield, blasted Gretchen's scythe away, and propelled the female Mamodo into her partner.
"Ow, that hurt…" Curtis groaned, his eyes comically replaced with dizzy swirls. "It...did…" Gretchen agreed; she was in an equally dazed state as her partner.
"Alright, you two, enough is enough."
Curtis and Gretchen snapped out of their stupor and saw Angelica and E before them—the latter had Gretchen's fallen scythe in tow. "Didn't know you two had it in ya." Curtis said, standing up and readjusting his skull cap, "Ya'll must be thugs or something."
"Well, not to sound mean or anything," Angelica said, "You two didn't have much to offer."
"Well, Mr. Video Game Junkie over there," Gretchen spoke, shooting a tart glare from the corner of her eyes to Curtis, "is either booked with video games, schoolwork, or being just a plain lazy ass. We don't get involved in many battles because of him, so we're considered weak." Curtis returned the glare, "Listen here, you lil bi—"
"I-It's fine!" E stepped in, sensing that a verbal altercation could ensue if left unattended, "It's a relief for us actually, believe it or not." Angelica rubbed the back of her head sheepishly, "Y-Yeah. It is."
"So, goin' to South America now?" Curtis asked decisively and then added, "You two pretty much proved you can hold your own. Though, I didn't think me and Gretchen were much of an opponent."
"…Um…" Angelica and E sounded in unison; they were still unsure of what to do.
"Oh, for the love of God," Gretchen groused, "If you two don't shape up, you're gonna get hurt real soon when the real Mamodo start rearing their ugly mugs. Then, you're gonna wish it never went that way."
"Gretchen does make a good point," Curtis added, "Besides, ya'll got good potential anyway. You guys just need to get over that lil "I'm weak" bullshit. Matter of fact…" The ecru-haired male turned to Gretchen and said, "How 'bout we go ourselves? Maybe it'll get you off my back."
Gretchen's eyes dilated in shock slightly. "…If that's the case, your friends need to be in trouble more often." She said, smiling a little. Curtis chuckled, "That make you feel happy, don't it? Tell the truth." Gretchen chuckled as well, unable to deny that.
Meanwhile, E and Angelica could only stare them—the former expressionlessly and the latter wonderingly. "Curtis and Gretchen are going…even though they know just low their power is…?" Angelica thought. She wasn't sure if they were just overdoing it, or just plain arrogant. Nonetheless, they were going, and they weren't scared of what could happen. Then again, Curtis always was one to not hesitate to do something—him playing video games and listening to is iPod during classes attributed to that. And it seemed Gretchen had bits of that personality despite how comparatively different she was to her partner.
Was Izo really right? Were things that simple? Did humans and Mamodo alike only make things complicated? Was fear really one of those instruments that dissuaded those who would let it? "So, what are you going to do, Angelica?" E telepathically asked her. Of course the psychic Mamodo couldn't contain himself and would read his partner's mind in the midst of her thoughts. "It's going to be a hassle," Angelica responded, "but…"
"Curtis, Gretchen, you two sure you want to go help fight?" Angelica asked the two. "Hell, why not?" The ecru-haired gamer responded, "'Course, as long as I bring my PSP or my iPad, I'm straight." Gretchen could only sigh and shake her head at her partner; she then answered Ang's question, "I have nothing better to do. Besides, I'm ecstatic to see what kind of new, interesting opponents we'll face."
Angelica took a deep breath,, "…Alright, guess we'll go too."
"Yeeeeeeah! That's my girl!" Curtis exclaimed elatedly, putting Angelica in headlock. "H-Hey, Curtis! You're messing up my braids!" Angelica fretted, trying to squirm out of Curtis' playful hold. E and Gretchen could only chuckle at their partners' foolishness, but they knew in the back of their minds they were concerned about what could happen to them.
As the four stood there and began discussing what to do next, they were yet again being watched.
"So that must be all of them." Mystrael proclaimed, cupping her chin in thought. Myriam nodded in agreement, "Now, all there is left to do is head to Deboro Ruins ourselves." She closed her eyes as she murmured, "I pray that he is there or else all this searching will be for naught."
"Then let's make it happen, Myriam." Mystrael said comfortingly, placing a hand on her partner's shoulder, "Both of our objectives will be accomplished. You can make up with him, and I'll find those that are definitely King-material."
"So be it," The lavender grey spellbook in Myriam's hands that were behind her back started to glow, "Go Maboruk." The shadows around the two ladies enveloped them in orbs which then extended into the sky as pillars of darkness before disappearing entirely.
The stage is set, the curtain has been raised, and the setting is Deboro Ruins—now let the show begin.
Author Notes
And finally Ang and E get enough confidence to head to South America with everyone else.
I'm afraid I won't put the WHOLE Deboro Ruins arc in detail with the inclusion of my characters and such. I feel that's kinda redundant. I will only write the important parts (which are like 2 or 3 chapters) and briefly summarize what happens in between.
Till then. Adios and Adieu!