House of V Victoria's locket

by beyond102033

As the children continue to embark on their journey, they find that a war is on the brink. Both worlds are on the edge of collapsing, can they stop the darkening or the world apocalyptic war that is to come?

House Of V.

The Betrayal of the Victorian Locket

By: M.E. I.

(Short Book)

Copyrights Reserved © 1990 – M. E. I.

Book Cover © 1995 – Present Time

ISBN:

All the content used in this book belongs solely to the author. No part of this shall be reproduced, sold, or transmitted in any medium by the third party except after the author's approval.

This is a work of fiction. Unless otherwise indicated, all the names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents in this book are either the product of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. (This is for personal security)

Dedications

Those who are alone and forgotten, this is for you… I see you. I call upon you…

You can do this… hold my hand and don't let go.

Suicide is the

10th

The leading cause of death in the US

In 2019,

47,511

Americans died by suicide

In 2019, there was an estimated

1.38M

suicide attempts

In 2019, there were about 25 million Orphan children in the United States, aged 12 to 17 years.

Another, 23.6 million children in the country, are aged zero to five years.

A great number of children have involved a parent who suicides.

Don't become a memory in my rainy days… Don't wreck my soul; fight for yours…

"Iuvenis eram, longe futura videns. Tunc validus eram. Nollem defuturum pictum. Sed tempus notas reliquit. Debilis sum et fragilis. Im senex nunc, sed habeo dies meos. multi gladium meum sensi, aliis heros fui, alii salvare non potu - In memoriam feci"

Table of Contents

Pre-starting logs

Book 1: The Blinding Mist

Book 2: Time to Learn SomeMagic

Book 3: Death is, but a Distant Friend

Pre-Starting Logs

The Heart of a Traitor

The heart pulses.

The lies are often read within.

The blinded are only, that way due to their self-imposed ignorance.

Blood runs

We claim justice and solidify our purpose in a path blocked by our ignorance.

We claim ignorance as we scream for justice.

We claim the lives and make the blood run.

Are we any better than those we oppose?

This is our confusion

I can't tell what is right and what is wrong.

I can't pick a side, because both sides have claimed just about the same amount of blood

My mind is torn and divided into two.

These two constantly fight for dominion.

I could call one evil and; the other good.

But who knows where evil starts and ends?

Who makes that distinction definitive?

Who created this confusion?

where have the men that we revered disappeared to?

Why do we glorify those with less knowledge than ourselves?

What happened to logic, compassion, and the ability to be wrong?

Where has this confusion come from?

How can we look at the dead and feel nothing as we pass by them?

How has this confusion infiltrated us?

What has created our inability to act and help?

What has this confusion done to our bravery?

When did it all start?

Blind Justice

Justice is blind and delivered unjustly.

Just held within a crystal ball we blindly throw judgment.

Judgment becomes the law that we blindly call justice.

Innocent or guilty in the name of justice we will all fall unjustly.

Blinded justice is the best men will ever do…

Book 1

The Blinding Mist

Elaina was fascinated by the colors that the gypsy city demonstrated. The golden city was a place of wonders and demonstrated a sense of peace with inner growth for those within. Aalo, on the other hand, was still thinking of his friend Jacob, who had left them behind.

The Masters quickly asked the young orphans to follow them into one of the buildings. In front of the masters, the man who called himself Master Trobious proceeded into the building first. Soon followed the children and masters; around them, people peeked from their windows with eyes filled with hate and confusion. One could suspect they were not welcome in such a place, yet they had nowhere to go. Regardless, the environment itself was deceitfully peaceful, and this left room for interpretation of the city; was the city safe, or was it something else?

Once inside the building the orphans were divided by age and placed on different floors, appointing the older child as the floor captain. Master Trobious would cast a spell on each floor, "pullulate multa anima mia"

Master Trobious began to multiply himself, and where there was one, two followed, two soon became four and four became eight. In mere moments, those numbers increased to a total of thirty-two, the exact number of floors within the building; each floor holding fifteen rooms, just enough for everyone.

Each copy of Trobious took a group of students to their floor; some took the magical elevators while others took the magical stairs that would increase in size the more students walk through them - You could essentially fit an infinite amount of people into the elevators, but the stairs were a truly amazing result of magic. The stairs would divide themselves and split like they were liquid and solid material at once. The children wouldn't have to figure out where to go, the stair would guide them to the designated level. You wouldn't be wrong if you called the stairs a living octopus that kept splitting its stair-like tentacles at the distance from the first floor. Taking the orphans to their designated floor without injury, ignoring that the heights at which it maneuvers were insanely high.

Elaina and Aalo were together, designated to the second floor. The designated captain was a gorgeous girl named Victoria; she was seventeen, and a wise choice to be the captain of the floor. If it wasn't for the fall of the orphanage she would have graduated early, and been placed in a corresponding house for master-level graduates. Perhaps even been granted the title of a master at an early age; her Black long hair and Hispanic Aztec features led one to believe she was a goddess in her own right; Her smile seemed to hypnotize the other boys on the floor, who would stare at her constantly.

Amid the chaos, after everyone got off, on the floor proper floor, she quickly lifted her left hand to speak, "Boys will be on the left, and girls will be on the right. I'll be in the right room closest to the elevator; Please, keep in mind that each one of you gets your room. No Room sharing, and tomorrow we will be continuing classes. Unlike before the classes will be divided per floor; Each group will be designated a master, magic of each student will be released after the fifth day."

After this was settled, the red hallways stretch themselves making more rooms for the kids that kept coming, enlarging the place further into thirty rooms per floor. Each kid now had their room and would be able to take what little they had on their back into their new temporary home. The Masters all resided on the first floor; a good total of twenty-three masters not including the seven main masters, creating a ratio of thirty-five students per master.

Master Alusta was designated to teach transformations, rage magic, and dark arts – not including the normal classes. Other teachers were each involved in different teachings involving magic and typical sciences, normani arts; among the important teachings, was, the healing class, which was being thought to only female students, being that only they could create the magical circles needed at the high degrees. This angered some of the boys, as they felt like learning such, should be like all of the other classes, and not designated to one gender.

The females, on the other hand, made this their specialty and believed strongly that boys were inferior in learning such arts, this caused a level of tension between the two genders.

Aalo sat alone in his room which had a spectacular view of the ocean; he pondered on how his conversation with Jacob could have gone better, or perhaps how they had lost their only home.

"I can't let them down... I have to find a way to control the creature within me… If only I could learn more control, maybe I could..." voiced to himself knowing guilt still consumed his heart.

This thinking kept sinking deeper into his mind, solidifying his inability to help, and heal others, but his destructive nature was the only thing that always remained. He had read a few books and thought himself many things that included martial arts while in his incarceration; imposed by his lunatic of a mother. If there was one redeeming quality she possessed, she could bring Aalo random books. Never without fail - she would bring one new book every Friday. In those books, he learned from those masters that the first step to self-control –involved learning how to heal others, and himself. It was then, that it occurred to him that Master Luciann's healing class was the perfect place to start learning something like this.

He was on a new mission and this involved getting into that class; he knew that Master Luciann had rejected every boy who had attempted to infiltrate her class before. For this task, he would need Elaina's help to achieve this new goal; Through this thinking, he started to formulate a plan which involved him dressing like a female. He thought that if he dressed like a female with Elaina's help, he could achieve entering the class. Perhaps, his female like-features could be exploited to trick the Master.

But this is easier said than done; his first problem would be making proper communication with Elaina while the ever-vigilant Victoria watched like Cerberus on the gates of Greek hell itself.

She had cast a spell known as "lilia mortis" – this spell produced a sweet scent on the elevator doors, and should someone get close the scent would turn into the scent of death. Giving off a very powerful smell that pervaded itself the entire floor. Strong enough to awaken everyone from their deep sleep; the same spell was cast on the doors of each of the youngsters' rooms. Each of the rooms also contained a spell book that they could use to learn further basic spells and other concoctions. Aalo decided to take sit in his room, and take a look through this book. Then suddenly he heard a familiar disembodied voice coming from all corners of the room…

"It's me! Elaina" said the familiar voice.

Aalo still confused responded, "how are you doing that?"

Elaina responded with her echoing voice resonated, "Is one of the spells in your books."

Aalo continued to look through the book in his attempt to find the spell she was using, "I can't find it?"

Elaina responded "look at page seventy-seven, it gives a brief explanation of a spell called murmure blanditiae animo"

In Elaina's room, she sat on her bed surrounded by lightly touched red walls; the room had an elegant unknown wooden wall. There was no television, but the room had a few bookshelves which held books written in Latin. Only a few of the books held a few English, Spanish or Arabian words giving the impression that this was the main language for those that stay there. The black table that was perfectly placed overlooking the window seemed to imply, that this was a writer's place. The window's view was in constant change, from what you witnessed outside. The interval of changes seemed to fall every hour or so. You would never seem to get the same view more than once, and the rest of the other rooms implied this very same effect. The views range from planetary views like mar's largest volcano to the view of earthly places, like the Eiffel tower.

Some were more impactful than others, but the windows seemed to be sealed. Never to be open and held a small warning below them that read, "May those that open this window, rest in peace."

Elaina had already picked up many of the books from their shelves; the books were spread out on the bed. Some open still, others closed, some she could read, others she simply figured out what she could from them.

The bathroom was a simple white elegant room, with your typical necessities. Some of the items contained marble stone and jade. Other things within the room contained precious gems like emeralds and rubies.

This hotel was not one to take lightly and every room would be similar but tailored to the entity that resided within its walls. Magic was coming from it and into the building itself, your life essence being taxed to create its comfort.

The city itself was magical, and those that resided within it were instantly taxed by the city itself to maintain its magical essence. Magical energy was not free and something had to be paid for; every living being held magical energy to a certain level, but not everyone could walk into this city. Those too low in their magical essence would instantly die as the city would consume their life force instead. Something that not many knew, but it was not necessary to know, as the normani were mostly close-minded individuals whose view of their world seemed narrow at best. Elaina knew this feeling best as her parents were normani themselves. The slang term for normal folks was at times an insult, and other times, it was used as a scientific description by those of magical stature. Not many beings themselves possed sufficient qualities to view the world through the eyes of the world itself.

Elaina had achieved this, in her short time; to see with the eyes of the world, you must accept death, she had accepted this within her, being that she had come close to death, long ago, suicide can be a dark path, but sometimes death has other plans. While some are blinded, and walk a path that only strengthens their current belief system, not her, she was different; death was nothing more than another tool for her. Many are called cowards for choosing that path, not her. For better or for worst... She understood this, as she deepened her mind in these thoughts which circled over and over.

As she discussed with Aalo their current situation her mind was running already multiple scenarios, and options to help him achieve the goal of getting into that class. Master Luciann was a very strong-minded person and not someone to be fooled easily.

"I'm not sure a disguise will do and magic is something she'll be able to tell," said Elaina as she skim through her magical book, trying to figure out a possible solution.

On the other hand, Aalo had started to think about a solution that would involve both, magic and a proper disguise. He asked Elaina, if she was any good at using makeup, or if she had any access to any, "Do you have any makeup or do you use any?"

Elaina gave a worried smile to only respond to Aalo, "No, I have no makeup, nor have I ever used it; I was, never thought much about it. Although, I have seen my mother use it countless times; it wasn't something that interest me much."

As they continued this conversation, their heart seemed to be in perfect synchronization as they understood each other – the fact that they were unable to see each other didn't matter much, their words unified them as if they were next to each other.

Aalo smiled back to say, "Well, you don't need it, you are my angel."

These words coming from the person who makes her heart skip, only solidify those intense feelings which at times could be hard to control. Elaina remained silent for a few moments and simply got lost in her thoughts.

Aalo on the other hand continued to search for an answer, and just as he randomly turned the pages of the magical book - He found something that might be of help. It was a spell called "mecum" this spell could essentially trade your face and body with that of another.

"I found a spell that might help us; We can trade places." said an eager Aalo who kinda skipped over the requirements, cost, and warnings of using such a spell.

Elaina quickly looked for the spell in her book and found three major problems. The first problem is the requirements – Two beings of the same age and height would be needed. The second problem was the cost – They would have to trade, which essentially would trade their bodies in essence – staying in a body that's not theirs, for too long could cause them to be stuck in a such body, forever. The last problem was a bit more troublesome – switching could cause their souls to infuse with each other, which meant they could become intertwined, leaving a piece of each other within. She already knew that Aalo was thinking of switching with her. She was the perfect, and obvious choice; she would much prefer to take more of the arts of magical defense classes than to attend such class – and generic gender roles were putting them on the different aspects of their retrospective roles.

At this point, the two of them stared at the same spell, with the same positioned mirrors on their rooms' walls. They began to call upon the enchantment - For the spell to work both souls had to have a soul entanglement along with a level of almost equal magic prowess.

Nevertheless, they began the enchantment spell, "mecum" Following the suggestions of the book to keep the other person's face in mind, as each letter was slowly pronounced...

The two must keep their eyes open and look into the mirror without losing sight of their image in mind. This psychological entanglement confuses the mind into viewing the other person's face in the mirror, causing them to be infused and exchanged within the mirror world.

This is exactly what happened; They could see each other in the mirror-like reflection which was the only thing that switched between the two. Outside of their rooms, Victoria could tell that a spell was being cast. But she wasn't sure where it was coming from, which of the thirty rooms was it.

She decided to turn herself into her ghostly form, to get into each room without being noticed - catching the casters red-handed. Victoria was torn apart by two thoughts, one of extreme happiness and another of pure concern; on one hand, someone was using magic, and on the other at what cost? One thing going wrong with any spell could spell the death of such.- "This is within, my main concern. Lives were at the balance... usual business…"

Walking from her room Victoria cast, "Caligo!"

A gentle breeze blew through the hallways, and she was no more. She was nothing more than a pure see-through ghost. Within the naked eye, one would never be able to see her, but those who were witnesses to more, would. This didn't stop her from casting a secondary spell while in that spell.

"Essentia me abscondam," whispered victoria as she walked through the hallway into the first room. In there she found the first sleeping child, this wasn't what she was looking for.

She continued to go from room to room; Aalo and Elaina stood now looking in the mirrors as their reflections now reflected each others faces. The mirrors created a wave-like motion as they got closer to their respective mirrors. Both of them had broken their mind connection spell - this brought their voice connection back to them; losing one's voice during the interaction of the telepathy would have ended their connection, but luck smiled upon the destined lovers.

Victoria was getting closer, and the mirror images were even more dangerous than before. The spell was not done properly, but they were not aware of the danger before them...

Aalo was the first to completely approach the mirror, and his image which now contained no face, stood face to face with him, or in this case face to no face...

The mirror image reached out to him, and through the mirror, grabbing his shoulder, and just as it was about to pull him in - Something grabbed Aalo from his waist jerking him back and away from the mirror in violent rapid movement. This cause him to knock off the room's table to its side – sending the table flying to the far right, he flew backward a considerable distance himself directly opposite from the mirror.

The mirror monster now revealed himself as a creature with long arms and long legs; growing in size while trying to come through the mirror as it reached outside grabbing anything within its reach.

At this moment Victoria reached into her pockets, pulled a locket, and cast an enchantment out loud with some very special words in a lost language, "Duran't maniq valut – slenderman!"

The creature which had no face retreated to the place from which it came...

Aalo's face had vanished to slowly come back with Elaina's face, his body transformed into Elaina's. The switch ended up working but almost cost him his life; on the other hand, a scream was heard from Elaina's room - Victoria and Aalo ran with a sense of urgency – expecting the worst.

They knew time was running out, but now the door couldn't be opened; Inside the room, Elaina was staring at the same faceless monster who had a long reach with his elongated pale arm. She knew she couldn't be wrong, and opening the door was impossible as she wouldn't have enough time, "Is this how I die?" whispered Elaina who stood before a monster with an intense murder essence coming from within it.

This creature has never been known to give mercy to any of his victims and had even become an urban legend capable of appearing to those inclined to the magical arts. The creature grabbed her left hand and the simple touch of the creature was enough to paralyze her completely.

She was instantly compelled to follow his every order without question. Dragging her into the mirror, Aalo and Victoria continued to hit the door without any signs of stopping; the door continued to refuse to budge in the slightest.

Aalo then ran back to the book of spells and realized there was one spell that might work. Grabbing the book he ran back and opened it to yell, "in igne!"

The door instantly caught fire and Victoria used her strength to open the door with a violent swing that used the weight of her body.

As the door opened Elaina now stood with a slenderman, who held her hand. She was in a complete trance, and her eyes were completely white with no pupils or iris visible. Her eyes were clear white, either rolled back or she had those parts removed from them due to the enchantment coming from the creature.

The creature had dragged Elaina into the mirror at this point, but Victoria called again her previous enchantment, "Duran't maniq valut – slenderman!"

This forced the creature to let go of Elaina who was now inside the mirror; forcing her to instantly wake Elaina from her trance, bringing her back. Her eyes returned to normal, but upon her realization, she found herself inside a dimension where everything look the same, but inversed. Left was right, and right was left, up was down, and down was up; Total confusion and disarray were the only constant. Within it, she could see other children who continued to wander in the realm; some wore clothes from a distant past.

The children walked around aimlessly in what seemed a maze-like place. Stairs that went nowhere and everything was inverted. Chairs and other items seemed twisted to odd shapes, to the point of no recognition. The smell of death in this realm seemed to be the typical essence of the wind. There was no source of light, but the place seemed to be lit enough to see into the distance.

Elaina felt the sorrow of those children within the dimension as she came fully to her senses. The mirror had closed the portal, leaving the slenderman behind in the room with Aalo and Victoria to deal with.

Agony and sorrow seemed to be the only expression expressed in this place; Elaina noticed one of the white eye children come to her; A pale white small female who seem to recognize her right away.

"You must be the daughter of king Gustavo the third... Eldest and brother to my lineage..." mentioned the sad small girl as she came ever so close to Elaina.

"Tell me... Do you want to leave this place?" she asked with tears from the floor which ran up into her eyes.

"Yes, I do. I want to return home," responded Elaina who now seemed to start having empathy for this little girl. Something about her made her feel like she was talking to death itself.

"Then, it is simple, to leave this place you must become a slenderman... Only they can travel between worlds," responded the sad little girl as she sat back down on a twisted chair.

A boy in the distance responded to this action, "Stop with the lies Andrea, if you wish to leave, all you have to do is forget this place! Remember where you truly are!"

The sad little girl was no more she had started to transform into a slenderwoman; her legs and arms began to grow out of proportion to her body. Her gorgeous hair fell completely to the ground and her saddened face melted away. In a matter of minutes, she had become a monster; no longer a small and sad little girl. Now before her stood a newly made slenderwoman with ill intentions towards her kin. The boy that said something came from the shadows to reveal a hideous deform creature of what appeared to be a handsome boy.

He had long arms and long legs, but his face remain intact; he stood firm in front of Elaina blocking the path of the newly made slenderwoman. The creature stood firm but didn't attack as the deformed boy stared firmly, and was ready to fight back.

"You got what you wanted, now, go and leave us be; she will not become another of your victims like I was," yelled the determined deformed boy, who seemed to be familiar with this type of scenario.

The slenderwoman turned around and walked away into the shadows. Other children continue to walk around aimlessly unaware of the current events. The deformed boy looked at the young girl before him to say, "I can smell the blood of the royals, in a time before this place; Your kingdom brought balance. Now that everything is gone, I would sacrifice anything to bring that balance back. I was so… naïve… I rebel against those that simply loved me, I could have ended the cycle, but… It matters not, you will correct my mistakes, you already have by being here."

Elaina not fully understanding the situation wanted an explanation of everything she has heard - But the boy demanded, "There is no time to explain, simply follow my lead…"

Holding her hands he began praying:

"De profundis clamavi ad te, Domine:
Domine, exaudi vocem meam:
Fiant aures tuae intendentes,
in vocem deprecationis meae.

Si iniquitates observaveris, Domine:
Domine, quis sustinebit?
Quia apud te propitiatio est:
et propter legem tuam sustinui te, Domine.
Sustinuit anima mea in verbo eius:
speravit anima mea in Domino.
A custodia matutina usque ad noctem:
speret Israel in Domino.
Quia apud Dominum misericordia:
et copiosa apud eum redemptio.
Et ipse redimet Israel,
ex omnibus iniquitatibus eius.
Gloria Patri, et Filio,
et Spiritui Sancto.
Sicut erat in principio, et nunc, et semper,
et in saecula saeculorum. Amen."

Right after finishing this last "Amen" - The boy extended his hand into the air, opening his left-hand palm - Extending all of his fingers, forming a star-like shape, and with that, the magic began to flow from his fingertips. The magic flew into the air and began to open a portal to the room. There Aalo and Victoria fought to contain and keep the creature from leaving the room. Elaina knew that it was now or never - So she reached through the portal grabbing the creature. But the creature was strong and this didn't seem to deter the monster, who wanted to feast on fresh child blood. At that precise moment, the deformed boy yelled something else, "In nomine Patris, et Filii, et Spiritus Sancti. Amen!"

The creature now seemed to have grown weaker and smaller giving Elaina the chance to pull the creature back from where it came from.

Then the boy who had become more human looking than before, voiced himself again, "Thank you, for giving me back who I am; Please, go through the portal!"

Elaina looked at the young boy and responded "how could I help you too?"

The boy looked at her, and with a smile, he responded, "when you are outside, just say this with all of your heart's effort…. Moriatur anima mea morietur"

The boy then pushed her through the portal…

Elaina fell through and into the room – out from the mirror causing an outwards explosion.

Without hesitation and before she could forget she yelled, "Moriatur anima mea morietur"

Then suddenly the mirrors in the building began to glow a light blue glow. Cries of joy could be heard coming from within the mirrors themselves, years of Agony, sorrow, and loneliness coming to an end were felt.

The spirit-like children began to come forth from the mirrors, taking flight into the night's full moon. At this point, with all of this confusion, everyone in the building was awoken by the commotion. Millions, if not more spirit-like children poured from the mirrors in each room, to be free.

One of them was the Boy, who had helped her just a few moments ago. He smiled before leaving giving him a chance to part with a few words, "You must be my descendant…Continue to seek who you are. Never give up, we all come from the greatness of which we have forgotten. Our mistakes are not yours, be more careful when casting a spell next time…"

All of the masters in the building come to the second floor as this was the originating place of the massive magic release. Aalo Hugged Elaina and Victoria was in pure amazement.

Master Muic was the first one in the room; the ghost still leaving the building in large numbers scared the younger kids, who had never seen anything like this.

Master Muic took a deep look into the eyes of the young Elaina; he knew she was someone of great importance, and just like his friend once told him, the blood of the royals will bring balance when none existed.

The other masters soon came behind master Muic - Master Luciann and Master Alusta were among them to witness the commotion. From here Master Luciann called upon a spell, "pati nostrum vanescere luctum evanescet"

Elaina was laying on the floor with a retransformed Aalo, who kept holding her in a warm hug. Master Muic walked close to Elaina standing right next to Victoria, looking Down at Elaina Master Muic whispered, "Did you just cast a spell to release all of the dead from limbo?"

Elaina was still a scared child without experience of what she had just achieved. Her strength, wits, and bravery were astonishing, but this was paled by her willingness to jump into danger by casting unknown spells.

Master Alusta looked furious at her, with a rage that burned like wildfire - only to be contained within the glass of his eyes. She had just cost everyone's safety with that spell.

She was endangering not only herself but those around her.

Master Muic walked close to her and said, "My young Elaina, the spell you have cast could only be done by one with royal blood. Everyone in this city will now know you are such a child… Royal blood means a lot of things… None of them are good in the times we live…"

Master Muic then turned around to look at Master Alusta who was ever more furious at the situation. Master Alusta simply replied with the few words he could say, "One of the royals reveals themselves to the city of thieves… Perfect timing…"

As Master Alusta finished these words with anger and sarcasm… Another master spoke coming from the background where the crowd was to say, "We can use her blood to cast a forgetful spell upon the city…"

Master Luciann looked back at the well-dressed Master to respond, "That spell would only save us a few days. Not to mention, it takes a lot of magic to cast from the beginning, in return you have to also give a memory for a memory."

The master who had spoken decided to reply once again, "With her as the center of the spell power will release the power into the further – this means she would cause the entire magical city to forget."

Although, there was a light disagreement the others began to prepare for incantation – for this was their only option of staying a bit longer.

The rest of the masters began to use their spell, "murmure blanditiae animo" in proper synchronization, but it was done with more magic than before, being that Elaina was the core of its power. This allowed the spell to reach the larger crowds in the building - between all of the masters, they covered all of the kids within the building. simultaneously asking them to go back to their room ignoring current events, "Please, go to sleep, This was nothing more than a mere test which you all have passed.

Master Luciann at this point said "Let's continue the damn spell, we have no choice... We will need a good amount of blood." with those words and with great hesitation Master Muic responded, "No, I will not let you harm continue on this child. There is an easier way to do this; mixing the bloodlines of two people."

Those words alone seemed to bring the rest of the masters to great concern. As they all stared back at Master Muic with the look only a disappointed father would have.

Master Luciann swung her hand in a rapid motion to pull a knife from thin air. She then continued, "While this is considered a great disrespect, having the potential of killing an ancient royal blood ancestor of magic is a greater disservice to all magic kind. Let's do this before I change my mind..."

At the same time, the rest of the masters began to state an incantation, "sit

Unus," this was said over and over.

Master Luciann walked to Elaina, who now sat on the floor scared, next to her Aalo still held onto her in a protective stance. A very protective feeling came from Aalo, but one that was overshadowed by the current situation. Master Luciann who appear to be getting ready to stab Elaina right in the heart was starting to scare Aalo the closer she got.

With a quick movement that not even Aalo witnessed she stabbed Elaina causing a deep wound, it appeared so; with a cup, she collected the blood that pour from her chest. Right before any more blood poured Master Luciann used a spell that she cast with a gentle, and subtle essence, demonstrated in the pronunciation of the words, "sana eam"

Aalo heard these words and as she cast her spell the wound seemed to appear on Master Luciann's left arm. At this very moment, Aalo uttered the same words imitating the same subtleness of the words spoken, "sana eam.."

This caused Aalo to share the same wound as Elaina was healed faster. Aalo's magic within was like the void of space and time, endless - Being such gave him the ability to heal at rapid state any wound inflicted on him. Something that everyone knew, but no one wanted to acknowledge – he may have been the strongest currently, only in raw power.

Master Luciann was amazed that Aalo could cast that spell almost perfectly sparing her from having to carry a more painful wound on her body - something she had become accustomed to. As with all magic, it comes at a price and this type of magic was no different, which is why it was rarely done, or used by magic users. This magic also mixed the consumption of her magic with the royal magic being drained. With this Elaina was finished and healed, and the cup was handed over to Master Muic, who had cut his hand to finish filling the cup to the very edges.

The conflict grew within Master Luciann, something rarely seen with her type of decisive character. If Aalo who was a wolf by ancestry, and gifted in the art of killing was capable of being different - Perhaps, not all males were beneath learning her feminist arts.

She could sense this werewolf missed the qualities of a killer, something rare in their kind. Most are seduced by the blood which they crave within their destructive nature - like vampires, they are usually forbidden from such arts, as they require a pure heart, Only good-hearted goblins, and humanoid creatures are permitted to learn such...

In no time, the organization was brought back to the magical hotel with the infinite rooms - the masters proceeded to cast the spell of forgetfulness upon the entire city.

Each master gathered in the hallway of the second floor – making a straight line of masters. All calling with a simultaneous call that appeared to echo one unified single voice "Sepherium animo!" this spell rumbled through the city and echoed into each darkest corner of the city itself. Covering those that slept their tired condition away, and those that simply stood on the edges of their stupor of living.

Book 2

Time to learn somemagic

Meanwhile, back on the rooftop of a gorgeous penthouse that could easily be confused with a mansion, stood a man overlooking the city, a well-dressed man. This man was no other than Master Trobious, he had become a witness to the spell that released the dead from their millennia-old cage. This meant that the second royal bloodline was revealed to the world, their blood alone could fetch a high price in the dark magical markets which operated in the underworld - Powerful entities knew that these royals were the true origins of magic, creating a high-value item for harvesting. Something the greedy Trobious wasn't going to simply let become a waste.

"Master Trobious, your dinner is prepared… Care to join us?" requested the housemaid.

Master Trobious turned around to smile back at the maid; With this, he continued to follow her further to the dinner table.

Back at the Magical hotel, the children prepared for a busy day; Through the hallways of each floor, at least one master yelled orders and demanded that each of the children be ready for their classes of the day. The masters had agreed that group teaching via separate classrooms wouldn't work. Instead, all of the children would be thought simply the basics of magic including arts of all warlike defensive arts. Times were desperate and extremely dangerous for proper teaching.

"We will all gather outside at the front door of the hotel. We must make an organized line," said Master Muic as he echoed his voice through the minds of every child that occupied the building.

In mere minutes he managed to get everyone outside, not as organized as he expected, but outside nevertheless.

"Please, make a better-organized line and follow me, there will be a few masters in the front, middle and back-of-the-line positions outside of the line of children," said master Muic as he began walking forward. The other masters quickly fell into place, with Master Luciann at the back where Aalo and Elaina were.

The moment the large line began to walk through the city, Master Luciann echoed her voice directly to Aalo, "When we get to the park where a diamond-like stone stands, you will break off, and follow me."

Upon Aalo hearing this, he quickly looked back to Master Luciann to nod at her with recognition of her request.

Aalo felt like he had gotten her attention and this could signify the first step in his learning of the healing arts. Something he found deep meaning within himself and perhaps a certain level of passion, unlike the girls who had been already learning it in the past. Elaina was happy that her love was happy for Aalo, at the same time she was wishful for the darker arts.

As time continued moving forward, so followed the large students through the city. The only thing in their children-like minds was this upcoming war that was being waged around them and for them. The uncertain future drew them closer to an unsafe and sad feeling.

Soon came the time for Aalo to separate from the group, and go forth with Master Luciann to train. Elaina continued forward with the larger group to their unknown location for teaching.

It was at this very moment that another master walked behind from where master Luciann came forth to Elaina - tapping her shoulder to get Elaina's attention. The master was blood-red-haired, with bright green emerald eyes, and a welcoming smile.

"Hi Elaina, just like him, you will also have personalized teaching. I was elected by the other master upon a voting decision to teach you. Continue walking we will begin our teaching at the cemetery coming up. The others are going to a football stadium near our location to be thought in large groups, " said the Master as she continue to walk beside her.

"Master, do you have a name that I can use?" asked Elaina as they proceeded to get close to the commentary.

The city was spectacular, gold-like structures and flying vehicles were common things. There were no poor people in this city, and everyone seemed to be of a powerful social standing.

The master proceeded to tell Elaina her name... "You may call me Master Lockhart, but my full name is Dana Lockhart one of the last two living members of the Lockhart family - enough about me, let's talk about something more important."

Elaina wondered for a minute to ask, "About who I am?"

"No child, there is something bigger than the royal families in the balance. As you know there is a war that has started in the magical kingdom. For me to teach you… you have to learn about death first," added Master Lockhart with a bit of sorrow in her heart.

"Long ago when the houses were more… a prophecy was foretold by three very gifted one-eye witches. The prophecy went as… He will rise under the darkest moment of the last moon. His values are twisted and transformed into ideas that image the very monster he is - Only then, will the end of the magical kingdom will give in his rise to power," voiced Master Lockhart as she continued to tell the story, "This prophecy didn't sit well with The Global Ministry Of The Mythical Counsel. Also, known as TGMMC who are the ones that decide our place in this world. I was just a kid when the order was given... But I still remember it like it was yesterday; they ordered the house of the Lycans to be exterminated due to that prophecy. The order given came to be known as order c-nine... A group of extremely powerful magicians stormed, hunted, and located all locations that housed Lycan creatures such as Aalo. In time their goal was almost achieved - all, but one lycan remained, He was hidden from the world as a favor done among friends. As soon as this happened... Oh, looks like we are here - come with me."

Master Lockhart separated from the group with the young Elaina and proceeded to enter the cemetery where her learning would begin.

As they entered the cemetery, they both felt chills come from beneath their feet. They had picked a good place with enough energy and space; master Lockhart stood there and asked a question, "Close your eyes and tell me what you see?"

Elaina proceeded to close her eyes "I see nothing."

Master Lockhart voiced herself, "Correct, but you are wrong. Seeing is not just what you see through your eyes. The senses go beyond just simple sight; try to look beyond the darkness of having your eyes closed, and tell me what you truly see…"

Elaina continued to keep her eyes closed; she moved her closed eyes around realizing that there were things she could still see. Some were spots of light, and others seemed to be odd shapes that appeared and disappeared as quickly as she noticed them.

"I see lights that flicker, and figures that come, and go extremely fast," responded a still-confused Elaina as she continue to try to see beyond what she was seeing.

Master Lockhart continued to add, "you are not seeing, not yet… I'm an apprentice of the necroes, and that's what I have to offer – not because I want to, but because I have to. Your bloodline comes from a long line of necromancers, that is the reason why we are here – being that you didn't get a chance to be raised around children like yourself, you may not know the wise tale of the kings of the trinity; those are your ancestors, long distant relatives of yours. The legend goes…"

-The King-

Three brothers, born from magic at the exact time – Each brother yearned for the throne, their greed was only matched by their bloodlust.

The Prince of Necromance

The Prince of Transformation

The Prince of Immortality

Only the wise King kept order, without him war would ensue.

His love kept the world at peace with those around him.

In time, like all things, the wise king died, dividing the kingdom among his children. This wasn't enough for them, and war enslaved the world – After some time, the magical war took its toll upon the land itself. Magic began to leave the place, and as everything died, the brothers made a truth:

"We cannot save our planet, but we can travel to a new one."

They became masters in their arts, and were known as:

The King of Death

The King of Evolution

The King of Life

Together they travel into the new world, where they would continue their rivalry for another three hundred thousand years. In time, man forgot they were all related to those three kings, and magic spread across the new land only to die within men's hearts – Their war killed off the original inhabitants of the planet, making them the successors of another dead world… with what little magic was left, they brought back whatever they could, and peace was restored.

That is the tale of the kings of the trinity

Elaina seemed to be intrigued by the tale, and asked, "Am I a descendant of the king of death?"

"Yes, a direct bloodline, that's the reason for the location and the reason I would be the best to teach you," replied Master Lockhart staring at her.

"This doesn't matter once you learn that every location on the planet is a cemetery technically speaking; knowing this will allow you to understand a few things. For once, your magic will always have a power source, regardless, of the location. Keep in mind, the longer a creature has been dead, the harder it will be to cast the spell," added Master Lockhart as she looked around the graveyard trying to find a proper tomb.

The cemetery was filled with graves, and the air was filled with life - for a place of death. Master Lockhart continued her long speech, "Death is to live, as life is to die. When we die, we give birth in the way of nourishment to others. This is the first lesson you must learn about necromancing, understanding the true meaning of death; It is those living beings who consume that body that could bring back the dead. You cannot bring a soul that has already left, but if enough of that creature is still intact... only if enough... Then, may bring its memories and secrets, but this is similar to a doll speaking back to you - It cannot feel any type of emotion and in the very essence of the word is dead. The dead will imitate the living, but it will never be the living. Once we die our life force leaves to never return. Some call it the soul which leaves the body, others have even measured this using the scientific method..."

Master Lockhart then continues to walk through the graves as spoke, "Now, let's speak of the first spell of necromancing. This is called -quibus pythonicus- but the true meaning is a necromancer. When you call upon those ancient words you are calling for what is alive within the dead. Keep in mind, that you do not control magic, you simply wield its will. Some can view this as us being slaves to its power, I view it as magic passing its will through us. Now, pick one of these graves and whisper those words while imagining how that being looked when alive."

Elaina began to walk around, looking trying to find a grave that called to her. After a while, she passed through one grave which gave her chills.

The tombstone read as follows:

Here Lies

Johnathan Grieve

Lived a life of Crime and paid with his life...

May his soul continue his torment in hell!

May 24, 1930, to June 23, 1965

This grave was unlike the others – the tombstone oozed with darkness from underneath the ground itself. Within the casket, the corpse had more blood on its hands than anyone she has ever read about. The rotten essence that spilled out from the ground was not from the rotten corpse alone; evil at its purest form was the source of such rot. Elaina closed her eyes and began to whisper the words over and over - creating a perfectly tuned chant, "Quibus pythonicus!"

"Quibus pythonicus, quibus pythonicus, quibus pythonicus, quibus pythonicus, quibus pythonicus!" continued to repeat Elaina entering a trance-like state of mind. In it, she could see the face of a child that quickly became a man; The man quickly gained the eyes of a lunatic on the verge of collapsing. The image continued to progress further; she saw every crime committed by this cold-hearted soul. With each crime that passed, she could witness bits and pieces of this man's soul leave him, essentially he was becoming an empty vessel, a true harbinger of chaos itself. Like a harbinger of chaos, he would need to take more, the more he took. Not all of his crimes were paid for, and some weren't even recognized; even in his death, he stood like a beacon of darkness, and his eyes were only a window to that which fear itself fears in the deepest of voids.

Elaina continued to dive into this imagery as she continued to cast the spell using the same whispering tune which echoed through the valley of the dead. Then a magical event began to take place - the ground from beneath the tombstone began to push upwards, and as the soft soil rose from its original place a few boney fingernails could be seen. In time, through the ground, a pair of rotten yellowish fingers could be seen. Then a hideous hand was followed by another matching hand.

The hands became arms and the arms became shoulders, but a head couldn't be seen yet, then a breath was heard; The noise made was similar to someone who was waking up from a deep slumber - The black and muddy long hair could be seen rising from the ground. Before Elaina, a rotting corpse was raising from its grave. The creature seemed to make odd noises that echoed throughout the graveyard. With each pull that the creature performed an echoing noise, the annoying crackling bones.

At that very moment, the expected happened, and before Elaina, a zombie roused from its slumber. His eyes were purple mixed with a rotten green - his skin appeared to be falling off, and the creature held a fearsome look about him, but it didn't move an inch nor did it speak.

Elaina looked terrified at what she just called forth. This creature was filled with ill intent, and control of it was not something she was fully convinced of. Master Lockhart, on the other hand, came prepared and in her pocket, she held a wand that looked like two twisting vines with a red ruby wrapped in its center.

With it, pointing at the creature she yelled, "Elaina, move!"

Elaina was unable to move as the creature's eyes seemed to paralyze her with fear. Through his eyes, she felt the pain of this killer; through his eyes, she saw how this man transformed from a mistreated child to a monster in a matter of a few years. His eyes were like a window to the past, like reading the biography of man written from god's view.

At this point, the creature had begun to move toward her - Slowly step by step taking a small breath as it drew closer to Elaina. Her fear still getting the best of her, and the creature seemed to act on the instinct of his past dealings.

In mere seconds, things got serious, the creature was now within the killing distance of Elaina. Master Lockhart predicted this would happen, and with a swift motion of her wand, she yelled from the top of her lungs, "somnum"

The creature instantly fell back and into the hole from which it came.

"Elaina, be careful what you bring back from the dead. The dead, all have a past, and those that only knew murder will awaken to continue their work, like slaves to their own will. This happens to those who died due to their wickedness, or twisted habits while alive," added Master Lockhart as she walked over to the shocked Elaina.

Master Lockhart continued to speak, "You are definitely from royal blood - Only those of such direct line can cast that spell, and have it work on their first time. What is interesting is how your mother doesn't carry that gift, but I guess magic can decide who gets to carry it – Somethings, simply go beyond just bloodlines alone."

Master Lockhart took a look around the graveyard, overlooking the trees, closed her eyes, and spoke, "Yes, this would be a perfect place. Your first assignment for the day will be for you to make your wand. Every necromancer that has ever been, has done so with their death wand."

Elaina simply inquired, "how?"

"A wand is to a witch, what an arm is to a sharpshooter. Find the most magical-infused object in this cemetery, and make it into your wand. Shape it into the shape that your mind most desires. Use magic if you must, or not. This is your project..." added Master Lockhart.

Elaina looked down in the hole where the corpse had come from; within the hole, she could see something beyond the flesh-eating maggots – there rested the corpse of that same killer who forgot how he was made. As she stared into the abyss from which the creature had crawled, she saw herself crawling on the same path, out of a mental hole that lingered an evil-consumed soul.

In her mind, she pondered the idea of how villains are made - "are they baptized in the dark flaming oils of hell itself? Do they have a choice?" She began walking the graveyard grounds trying to leave behind the remains of this forgotten killer. Nothing within the graveyard called forth to her; through the valley of the shadow of the dead, she could almost see the shadows of those that once lived. Their endless cries to come back to life, and their judgments, still tormented them long after their gruesome death. Yet, she was determined in continuing her path in the dark narrow spaces between the long-forgotten graves. Picking up sticks, rocks, and other objects; none of them called to her.

As she walked this place of death, the statues of angels, demons, and gargoyles stood guard, following her with their eyes. Not knowing what else to look for, or what to pick, she sat on top of a large tombstone. There, on the verge of giving up, she had an epiphany as a ghostly memory ran through her mind, "I'm a survivor... if I master death... death itself would fear me... with fear the abstract of death would avoid those that I love..."

She looked down and noticed that the sun was no longer shining - Upon looking up, she noticed that a grim reaper floated above her; she wasn't scared anymore, nor did the creature have any feelings of ill intent, they stood as two friends meeting at the two connecting paths.

The creature spoke with a familiar voice she had heard before, "How easy is it to find the descendants of those who made deals with me? I have something that I have always passed down to your bloodline, every four generations... A gift, curse, and blood oat, all in one. Here is a piece of my bones themselves... Take it as part of your family's contract with death itself. On your death, I will be returning to get what I have lent you."

The ripper was covered in a darkness that shadowed even the sun's light, consuming it like a black hole. At that moment, when she held the bone, she instantly saw the cemetery as it truly was. She saw people standing at almost every grave within the reach of her eye. Gloomy people stared back at her with the same sadness she held when she saw her parents. This event gave her a new understanding of death unlike those before her, she was equals, eye to eye.

"With this item, you will see through the door of the dead. They will be able to speak with you and impart their knowledge to you. You, unlike many, will get to experience what only the dead know to be true. But once everything is said and done... The ultimate price will be paid..." affirmed the ripper as it looked down at its skeletal figure, only covered with a black hood while carrying its bloody scythe.

Elaina with an almost agreeable understanding face questioned what this ultimate price would be, "what is the price?"

Death with great cunning responded, "what it has been for ages... the replacing of one for another."

Elaina took a look at what she held in her hands; a possible wand made with human bones, carefully put together, only needing her touch. A gray-like structure held together by clothing threads resembling gold lines, with a small unborn child's skull. On the back of having written, "baculum magicum mortem"

"What more can you ask, if you seek to become a necromancer like those before you? Nothing better than wielding a piece of death itself. It will focus on your magical essence, elevating you to be at par with death itself, becoming my direct herald. As long you never lose sight of the dead, You'll never become part of the dead," said death taking off, disappearing into the shadow of a nearby tombstone.

Elaina now held a piece of death's body, giving her the ability to see what was taken from the living.

Between all of the broken promises, hearts, and dreams lies peace. Peace is something hard for the dead to obtain as they refuse to let go of what they failed to achieve while alive – Those who believe that suicide will end their torment will be in for a rude awaking.

Before she could dwell on this any further, Master Lockhart found her and sat on the tomb next to her. Their true training was about to begin as she witness Elaina fully consumed in a trance-like state, her small hands reshaping the bones into a perfectly made wand. Master Lockhart knew what type of relic she held in her hands but kept this to herself, she didn't want to have any dealings with a ripper. Plus, they were older than time itself; some had been around before the universe was created - They walked in between realities, without any to call their own.

"Elaina, now that you have a wand, you will be able to focus on your magic, increasing its effectiveness. The main purpose of such an item is to bring a magical user balance and accuracy when casting or using alchemy. For some spells is not enough to simply learn them; some require special rituals, and some alchemy within them which require a wand. Magic is nothing more than misunderstood science and some spells are nothing more than our connection with our environment at the atomic level; using the human mind to control matter, reshaping it, or retransforming it, sometimes this is taken further into reanimating the still-living cells of a deceased living organism, even one single original could be enough to create a chain reaction towards re-animation. Our mind is broken into twelve subconscious levels; these levels are what dictate who we are. The deeper you go into your mind, the stronger your connection will be to your surroundings. But be warned, certain levels aren't meant to be achieved. They come at a price and some can cost you your sanity," asserted Master Lockhart, but in the far distance, she could see the children returning from their training; they appeared exhausted, all transformed, which meant they were released from their binds. Their young magic was at least thirty times stronger within their blood, untrained powerful magic - they were being prepared for war, a war they didn't start, but were expected to finish.

Elaina knew this meant she wouldn't be able to finish her class for today. Master Lockhart had one more thing to say, "The first mind level is called "suscitatio;" when you get back to your hotel room look for a book called the seven levels. Once you have read it, ask yourself why magic, always comes at a price... Ask yourself what is magic to you, and what you believe this world means to you."

"Ok, Master Lockhart..." responded the confused Elaina, as she began to ponder on these new ideas.

"You will be my greatest project, with you my collection will be completed as predicted," whispered Master Lockhart waking away and allowing Elaina to be not far behind. They rejoined the rest of the school, Aalo was not part of the group, but Elaina knew that he was a few blocks away from the cemetery, or at least they separated around that distance.

In the distance, the children were seen by the other magical beings of the city who watched them go by from their windows. The few children that could be seen, hid themselves in their homes. The parents were quick to hide them from the orphans as they passed by. Some children could be seen as extremely joyful to see other children from their windows, but there was a stigma around who they were. You could tell that something was poisoning the magical Gypsy city. There was something wrong with children born into poverty, and the rich magical folks didn't want anything to do with those children. This stigma transformed into a source of fear; creating a sense of pure unknown hatred that seemed to spill over into the youth's minds molded within their walls.

In this city, wealth was measured by the magical inclination of said person. These Orphans usually were weaker beings, but due to their magical abilities being locked for so long, they would have collected large amounts of reserves – allowing them to then produce larger amounts of powers only known to the legendary warriors of ancient times. Normally they are rejected and forgotten, but by pure supposed kindness, they were accepted into the magical city – under the order of a man with wealth. Elaina and the rest continued to walk through the city's streets, as judgemental eyes burned through each one of the children's souls. If looks could kill, there would be a massacre without question.

These children were used to being rejected by the world, and some would go their entire life not being adopted, yet now they stood in this city as the most powerful creatures among it. One could argue that adopting one of these creatures could essentially bring infinite power and wealth – but this was not their fate, their death was more appealing to those that didn't possess their prowess. Meanwhile, the world champions for abortions and others championed the unwanted, millions, if not more, wished they weren't here – then, some were far worst. This is the cruel reality the world consumed itself, hiding behind walls of wealth with blinding false masks, creating false realities to hide the undesired truth, cause the truth has never been as attractive, as the sexy lies.

They had already passed the location where Master Luciann and Aalo left for training. Elaina had realized that they didn't join the group; Master Lockhart looked at the worried face of Elaina, who failed to hide her intense feelings, giving intensive and seductive looks, wondering where her star-cross lover's location was.

"Do not worry about your love, he is learning something that will change history. Perhaps, maybe change his fate," responded Master Lockhart with a calming tone emanating deep within her vocal cords, you could almost say it was coming straight from her heart.

This brought Elaina some peace; once they had gotten to the magical hotel, she could see the sign above the hotel which read, "fiqua solitar" in bright golden words. Once the Orphans went into the building, in an orderly manner, Elaina took the elevator with the last group of children. Each floor master kept the orphans organized, some were extremely tired, and a few others were too small for the magical exhaustion they had just experienced due to the intensified classes. But these children were being prepared for war, like cattle to the slaughter – someone has to fight the battles left by those before us.

Once Elaina reached her room, she could hear the other children speak among themselves about Aalo. They would pass near her ensuring she would hear their comments, and inciting an emotional reaction. Their words were harsh and directly implied how the wolfkind were creatures to not be trusted.

"James, never trust those dirty and hairy beasts. They are no better than those that choose to reproduce with them," abruptly voiced Lextor who was a very thin and funny-looking child with bright red hair.

James responded with an even worst comment, "How could suppose royal blood decide to be with such? I guess this explains why there are no more royals." – this demonstrated that hatred was rooted so, deeply that it ran within the unwanted children's ranks.

Elaina's heart trembled with anger and sadness; she felt something that she haven't felt since she left her parent's side. A feeling of worthlessness that drew from within her very soul - Caused her to open her room door with what appeared to be telekinesis using her mind, no spell, just pure raw power through hatred. She did it with such emotion that the door slammed open. After going in she took gave a grim that terrify the two children. With this, she proceeded to slam the door shut once again, directly at

their terrified faces.

Victoria had witnessed everything, and she remained distant, only willing to react if the situation got out of control. She didn't want to be part of the argument, she just wanted to ensure everyone's safety, at least on that floor. Elaina sat down on her bed and began to look around her room, noticing the different books, and reminiscing on Master Lockhart's words.

"To find the book I need, I need to understand the languages of the books. Perhaps a spell that will allow me to learn all of the languages known to mankind," murmur Elaina as she went back to the main book that she read before, grabbing it off her bed; From there she began looking through it, swiftly passing each page with enough speed and still read them entirely.

She noticed that each spell came with a sacrifice of something else, magic was nothing more than the exchange of resources – Energy can be transformed, manipulated, and exerted. Like the circle of life, each spell simply allowed energy to be transferred. With such an idea, came the rock, paper, and scissors idea; casting one spell would leave you vulnerable to another spell. No spell was without a weakness that another spell would cover.

Then she came across the spell she was looking for...

"Purintu... For a simple spell, it surely has a weird drawback," Elaina read, going through the spells' requirements, sacrifices, and drawbacks. For the sacrifice, the spell purintu would leave the caster without the ability to read their language during the casting of the spell. The gain would allow the caster to read any other language before them, not speak it, but simply read it with understanding. But casting this spell for too long could leave the caster without the ability to being able to read ever again. No other spell in the book dealt with languages themselves. It was like that one odd specimen among the group that didn't belong in the immediate animal circle of life, but a convenient spell to say the least.

She decided to cast the spell after a few practices; this time a bit more careful, and combined the spell with a time spell to slow down time. This would allow her to read more, and still have a great night of sleep, "Purintu… Tardus Tempus!"

As she read through the books before her, she began to piece together the pieces of the history of magic, and all of the magical beings of their time. Some were greater than others - some even as gods or spiritual prophets. Heralds of their times defying their destiny, and changing the course of history itself. Bending and twisting fate to their will with amazing abilities that reshaped reality. From the great Merlin to lesser-known magical lords like Prospero. One that called her attention was Morgana Lefay who in her previous stories was painted to be a villain.

In this book, Morgana was in love with Merlin; they even had a child together, but when the time called to dethrone King Arthur - Merlin refused and oppose her. She had gone from being his most gifted student, and lover to being the worst of enemies. This created a double-edged sword that drove the two apart in a war. She was murdered, but their son was safely taken to a different site. Where he was raised away from magic, and the burdens it came with. Time passed, and Merlin with the help of the great witch of the lake found his heir. He was a very powerful boy, and his magical prowess was beyond his natural capabilities; having no prior training, he gained mastery over certain levels of elemental magic Merlin himself couldn't master.

As she continued reading she came across a book that called her attention from the corner of her left eye - The book read simply, "The trinity of magic"

This book unlike the others was entirely covered with crimson color and golden edges. When Elaina lifted the book she noticed a simple reading that within the first page which read:

"It all started with them, three they are and three will always be.

In the fog, they caught a frog.

The Frog made a deal on a foggy night.

After the deal was done, the frog hopped away into the fog."

After reading this she lost a bit of interest in the book, but something propel her to open the book. In it, she read a sentence that said, "Three kings"

This instantly caught her attention once again.

Outside the hotel's hallways, she could hear a familiar voice speaking. This distracted her from her continued two spells, breaking her concentration. In turn, it ended the spells safely and ended the spell effects within the room.

"Tomorrow, we will practice further; I needed to keep you longer because you are behind in a lot of materials. I also needed to see how your transformation reacted under the full moon; I wanted to see how much control you had. Not to mention, I haven't seen your kind's transformation since the holocaust," said Master Luciann.

Aalo smiled with a beaten looked, answering with a soft tone, "Thank you. Master Luciann, I was able to control it a bit better under your guidance."

"There is still lots of work; as it stands, we have a better understanding of your abilities and we can work from that level. Next time, I won't have to beat you up as bad as I did," replied Master Luciann as she welcome Aalo back to his room.

Elaina was eager to speak with Aalo again; she instantly referred to using her mind echo spell, "Hi Aalo, how was your training?"

"It was extremely hard, Master Luciann is an extremely powerful master. Her healing abilities were the only things that kept me going - Otherwise, I would have been dead due to the number of wounds I received from her attacks. In the mess we were in I learned something extremely useful," responded Aalo via their linked minds; As he proceeded to enter his restroom to shower and change into sleeping clothes. The closets of the hotel were magical, instantly giving you the clothes your heart desired. Food would instantly appear on the nightstand, and the cleaning of the room only involved a few seconds of cleaning instruments dancing around like a Disney film. A magical vacuum would turn in each room, and the two lay on their bed after taking a proper shower.

While they lay on their beds, Their minds turned to each other; something they haven't had a chance to get into. Elaina looked at the ceiling and decided to ask, "before the orphanage where were you at?"

Aalo also looking at the ceiling replied, "Lived with my mother, She wasn't very motherly. She hated the fact that I was this way, I hate what I am. But the day Master Muic came to get me… Two things happened that day..."

Elaina responded by asking him "What two things happened?"

"The first one was meeting Master Muic; I felt like he was a hero coming to rescue me from my mother's endless torment," answered Aalo as his eyes became watery. Elaina could feel the sadness overflowing within her star-cross lover. The pain connected the two of them beyond their understanding - like two sandhill cranes doing a gentle dance through the wind right before their bond is being cemented.

Elaina continued to ask "What was the second one?"

"The second one was meeting you of course. When I saw you standing there in that sunlight something changed within me. It was like… I saw someone I have always known… Someone from another time or another place," added Aalo as he slowly fell fast asleep. His body still had wounds that haven't properly healed and this healing progress required his sleep.

Elaina knew what had just happened almost immediately. She knew, he was asleep, and with his sweet words, she continued in her mind. Her mind ran with wild ideas and other principles of magic. For the first time in her life, she began to dream of a brighter future.

Elaina knew that Aalo's only wish would be to protect what he loved. Walking away was not going to be something he would do. On the other hand, she struggled with running away from the world...

Elaina continued her work, and now that she understood something beyond herself, she was ready for the second day.

-The second day-

The second day came, and Elaina had awakened to find that Master Lockhart left her a note on the floor - She had slipped the note underneath the door. This time, Elaina was asked to meet her at the entrance of the magical hotel. From there, they would continue forward with their training after getting to the cemetery.

None of the others were up, yet; This allowed her to follow those instructions without being noticed by Victoria. But Victoria's spell would instantly activate, and this would lead to her knowing that Elaina was up. Elaina continued still, taking the elevator to the first floor and meeting Master Lockhart at the entrance doors of the magical hotel.

"Good morning, sweetheart... Today, I expect an answer to yesterday's question," requested the wise Master Lockhart as they began walking toward the cemetery.

Elaina followed with a bright smile, she responded, "I have one, not sure if it's the correct one - But it is the best answer I have."

Master Lockhart took a quick look behind, to give Elaina the look of approval. Something within her knew that Elaina would answer correctly.

Elaina looked at the cemetery that stood just a few more blocks in the distance then take a look at her new wand and spoke, "For me to be born, others had to die. For me to eat others have to die. For others to eat, I will have to die; everything in life is a sacrifice, and we have to give and take. We belong to the earth, and when the earth calls... We must answer its call. Return what was borrowed, this is why Magic comes at a price... We are simply returning what we used when someone else sacrificed something for us. This is the reason why our time, should be priced, why our lives even at the most worthless point still have great value."

Master Lockhart took her wand out with a joyful approval look and spoke, "Correct, this thinking goes deeper."

Elaina looked a bit set back as if her answer may not be correct, "You see there is something else that happens. We are all magical beings, and in the beginning, life sparked with the four forces of prime magic."

Elaina quickly responded, "I know the four prime forces - They are Fire, water, earth, and wind. The elemental forces that brought forth life upon a once dead planet."

"These forces are said to have started life within the multiverse itself. Magical creatures were created at that point, but they lacked the intelligence we have come to know as having a soul - that was brought by another type of magic. They were known as the second prime forces, which are good, evil, love and hatred. All known creatures experience these, mixing these, allows you to get a range of other emotions. In time they brought human intelligence which took us to different heights. Eventually, humans transformed from being simple hunters without a language to becoming kings and queens, behaving like the gods themselves," said Master Lockhart as they had finally reached the cemetery.

From here, she continued to speak giving Elaina a mental image of humans evolving from simple primitive creatures to complex beings, who wield the power to reshape the land.

Master Lockhart continued, "These ideas started to evolve into religions, across the world, but this was part of the old world, our original start. Some prophets who were able to speak with the spiritual world through their magic started to gather these religious teachings, making them laws. But these were corrupted, as man has a way to put themselves above what is thought of them. There have been seven magical wars and the current one we are living under is prophesied to be the final one."

Elaina took a sit on a stone-like bench that oversaw the sunrise rising; There she look into the distance to say, "I read about the other magical wars; They have been said to have happened in Egypt, Babylon, Atlantis, world war I and II, but doesn't speak about the earlier ones or the seven?"

"Yes, that's because the very first one happened in another world, and that knowledge was lost over time. The seventh world war is the current one we are living in. Throughout this time we have had internal power struggles; every now, and then, we have some Dark magical wielding wizard who thinks they are God. This ideology had given birth to people like Hitler, who was known as a serpent tongue creature. He was pretty much useless in all aspects yet, he wielded the magic to inspire the hearts of millions. But enough history let's work on unlocking your subconscious levels," finished Master Lockhart as she pointed her wand to the previous grave that Elaina was called forth the previous day.

Master Lockhart proceeded to cast the spell using a demanding tone, "Quibus pythonicus!"

The very same corpse that Elaina had tried to rise the day before, now was standing under her full control. He was barely holding himself together with a foul smell coming from the rotten flesh. His decaying body was nothing compared to the innocent blood he carried. Standing still before the two with a distant look about himself - Elaina understood that this spell required a level of confidence to control such corpses, ones that created a habit out of their bad deeds.

"When casting this spell, make sure to cast with a specific determination. Try to keep in mind that you are always in charge of a said spell; Regardless of what you do, do not let the dead be in control. They are dead, and all that is left behind is nothing more than an empty vessel that follows what it learned as an instinct," added Master Lockhart as she used her wand to move the corpse and do her will.

The corpse took a few steps forward to where the wand pointed. Once getting, to a specific location the creature stood there, with a blank stare in his decomposing pale eyes. The corpse kneeled before her as if she was royalty, Master Lockhart pointed her wand downwards, and with extreme precision, she made an elegant movement of her wand - The moment involved a motion from the left to the right. The creature then gently picked up a rose with perfection; he proceeded to walk toward Elaina to hand her the flower before taking another kneeling facing Elaina.

"This amount of control will allow you to control even more dangerous monsters of past days. Once you control their pure will, you will be able to call warriors of old to do your will. Take this murder for an example, in life he was a master thief and tactician," said Master Lockhart as she continue to swing her wand around with elegance in weird, but calculated movements.

At this point, the dead roused from the ground, and with a swift movement of his left hand, revealed a knife that now pressed Elaina's neck sharply.

Elaina was taken by surprise - the attack left her speechless. Master Lockhart then added, "Keep in mind, this man was a serial killer. Most serial killers strike to kill, or severely injure. This means that this man's skills are centered around killing a human being. You can control this particular gift by simply demonstrating the proper movements of your wand."

From here master Lockhart waved her wand once again giving the order to lower the weapon, the corpse simply obeyed by following the wand's movement.

"This movement of the wand is called -anata- created by a Chinese warlord named Akamaru Ekan Jun. The movement is called simply strike or anata in the language in which it was created. There are a total of sixty wand movements, and you will learn all of them," said Master Lockhart as she continue to wave her wand - This forced corpse to return to the grave from which it had risen.

Elaina at this point realized that one of the books she read was directly dealing with this art, so she wasn't completely unfamiliar with them. She same art she would be practicing right now; this prompted her to ask a question, "The art of movements, that book talks about this. Now that I think about it that entire book is about how wands should be handled, by the different practices of a magician. I read it, but the book was written differently than most typical books - I couldn't understand them because they would talk about wands as if they were alive."

"Yes, that is the book to which all of this refers too, but let me test how much of the book you retained. What movement will allow you to raise a corpse, and force it to speak," asked Master Lockhart as she sat back down on a nearby bench, only a few feet away from Elaina and the grave.

Elaina quickly took her wand out and knowing what move she was going to use spoke, " Quibus Pythonicus!"

The corpse that was in its grave roused from its resting place once again - Walked towards Master Lockhart and in a simple statement uttered what could barely be understood as, "I'm Hereeee!"

The creature then kneel and lowered his head, a similar gesture one would give when knighted, using his right knee to signify complete submission. This was a sign that Elaina had completely learned control.

Master Lockhart took this moment to add, "You have reached the yin and yang, or what is known as the balance. In this state, the spells you cast are in full control of your will - This is demonstrated by your control of the results. Keep in mind, that when facing another magical being, the true challenge is not their power, but how much control they display over their power. Should you not know how to control set power, avoid challenging someone who can."

Elaina now understood why her last attempt almost resulted in the monster attacking her. But she now wondered… Could she do what necromancers of old could?

"This spell is hard enough as is. How could past necromancers cast entire armies of the dead?" asked Elaina as she struggle to keep her mind in balance, and concentrated on the monster below her wand.

Master Lockhart looked at the rising morning sun and decided to answer with a riddle, "I'm invisible, yet impossible to fake. Stronger than metal, yet easy to break. Who am I?"

Master Lockhart standing up and waving her wand causing the corpse before her to disintegrate into dust added more, "Once you have the answer to that, you will reach a new consciousness grade. But there is something, I must admit. Once you reach that level, You will no longer be my student."

Elaina responded, "What do you mean?"

"We are in the middle of a war. The war is not your own doing, but it is your responsibility," said Master Lockhart walking towards Elaina, and gently putting her left hand on her shoulder.

Elaina with an extremely saddened heart answered with the only thing she could muster up, "Is not fair. I just want to be free..."

Master Lockhart looked down and gazed into her eyes to say, "Life is not fair; freedom comes at a heavy price, your being here means you are consuming resources others don't get to have… But, there's a joy for ev'ry sorrow, there is hope for our despair, and yours is in the form of the prophecy."

"Prophecy? You keep talking about my royal bloodline, but I don't see anything special about me!" replied Elaina as she got a bit frustrated and pulled away from Master Lockhart.

Master Lockhart turned around and walked over to the same bench she had taken a sit the day prior. From there she took a few moments to think about how she could address that question best. One thing did cross her mind as she realized that this wouldn't end with any cryptic answers she could give Elaina. Within that pondering, she decided to talk about the story of old, "Long, long ago, in a time when magic and humankind were one, in the same... There lived three brothers... each gifted with amazing abilities. These brothers were sons of a great King. The king himself was someone to be feared and a powerful being in his own right. But as everything demands it, his life was coming to an end. He knew that he couldn't leave his kingdom to one alone. In his infinite wisdom, he decided to do the unthinkable..."

"Yes, I know this tale, I know I'm a descendant of one of them! What I don't know is, why me!?" asked Elaina as her mind began to eat away at the possible answers, her rage over the things she endured at such a young age.

"Just listing to me, allow me to speak, you'll understand - He separated the great kingdom into three nations. Keep in mind that this kingdom was the largest kingdom of its time. Back then there we were all one. There was no racism, no different religions, and hunger was not something from which we suffer. Life was still hard in other ways, but fair for most. We even had a universal language, and magic didn't have any type of imperfections or cost. It was a place called Hema..." voiced Master Lockhart, who then took a moment to stop talking and stared at the withered grey angel statue that pointed her arrow into the sky.

Elaina sat next to her, and inquired more about the story, "Master, please continue."

Master Lockhart looked saddened for that brief moment as if this was something that happen yesterday, but with that same sentiment, she continued, "Hema is a word that means heaven to some, and blood to others. Once the king died his act was enacted and the great kingdom was divided into three great nations – thus, began the death of heaven. Each prince was designated a part of each of the divisions; this wouldn't suffice, and each kingdom grew hungry for more. This brought forth the original first world war... A war that is not spoken of in history books, because we were the villains, we cause multiple genocides upon the people we met on this world."

Elaina being the bright girl she was contemplated this, but she needed to know what happened next.

"During this war, the pack of old was broken and magic became a burden to all. Millions upon millions of human lives died in the constant territory disputes between the three kings. During one of those disputes, something happened... Each of the three kings' firstborn died, unexpected death in battle. This brought them to sign a peace treaty... During this time of peace, death halted; this angered the reapers of old. One, in particular, Asmarh, so he devised a way to achieve his goal. Being a cosmic being he understood that men's greatest weakness was his weak heart, so he declared the ultimate poisoned gift. Offering each one a magical gift, unlike any other human had ever seen. Two of the kings rejected the gift, but the third brother wasn't as wise..." Master Lockhart stopped as she stared at the wand that Elaina held in her right hand.

Elaina looked at her wand, and instantly realized something about it - She knew that the wand she had accepted, was the gift of old.

Master Lockhart continued her tale, "This brother stricken with sorrow over the loss of his only son among daughters, decided that he could use this to kill his brothers - Unifying the kingdom once again… But, he was wrong, the gift was a curse in disguise, such power came at a cost, and once he had finished waging his war, he had devastated the kingdoms and land. His people no longer followed him, and his conquered lands only feared him. Eventually, he lost control of all of the kingdom, and the people left him. The reapers introduce new ways to die in the new world. In his last breath, he returned the gift to death, he would die forgotten by the world – the only thing left was his name, the king of dust."

Elaina knew now that her family was the cause, their forefather's sins became the world's catastrophes – In turn, the great curse was born.

"When one graduates from the orphanage... They go through a ritual, in which they get to relive this past, to free their magic; you will never have that pleasure. This is done to help you understand our roots, to understand who you are, there was a time in history when everyone went through it. Through that, you will meet your ancestors, and understand their choices, mistakes, all of it. But… with time, came arrogance, which led to the uneducated, who became fearful of the things they no longer understood," voiced Master Lockhart as she stood up from their sitting place, ready to teach once again.

The two that evening practiced their magic with prowess, over and over casting different spells, calling their old sorrow to masterfully control their surroundings', molding the earth to their will, reviving dead creatures, and enforcing their necrotic will upon the dead - Transferring life from one object to another through their constant spells, altering reality, and warping the dead and living alike. One could see flowers blossom and in other areas, they become grey, as if life was taken from the ground itself. Elaina seemed more dedicated than before, she would cast her spells with a sense of purpose... Even her mistakes were fixed before they would become noticeable to the naked eye. The Master and student danced in a field of ever-growing death and life, a chaotic scene indeed.

The cemetery seemed to have become a more beautiful place as they cast spells together, even with death being its center. The wind was filled with a magical essence and sparks created colors never seen before, each exploding in complete synchronization. But like a well-orchestrated concert of magic, with two conductors doing their gorgeous dance of wands, eventually one of them began to lose their magic. The forest and the dead that surrounded them began to dance to their tune, as they continued to cast each spell even with their limitation...

Their voices became synchronized with each spell being called. Master and student began to build a connection with their skills, connecting mind and soul, unlike before their hearts were one. The dead danced their tune and living organic matter fought to keep the dead together. The sorrow that once ate the cemetery was no more, and a gorgeous Lady roused from the ashes to dance with them. She was dressed in a gorgeous yellow dress - Her skin was black, and she dance with them as they continued to call each of their spells in what appeared to be a song of pure euphoric adrenaline.

The sky itself began to cry as the dance came to an end - the two could see that the dead souls were leaving the cemetery; given freedom from the chains, that bound them to their rotten corpses. Their magical spells cumulated into something that brought freedom to those once trapped in such a vicious cycle of not letting go.

The last entity to leave them was the gorgeous skin-colored lady in the yellow dress. Elaina felt for once what a true necromancer was... It was not about death, it was about life and what came afterward. With this deeper connection, she understood her newfound power, and she began, a long road to becoming the new Queen of death.

"This is the first time I had a student that could keep up with me; have never been able to cast this amount of magic, It was enough to clear the cemetery. Look around and you'll see they are all gone, even the evil spirits have found peace, incredible! – We must make peace with the living but honor the dead, for they guided us with their lessons. Through them, we learn to avoid our past mistakes... We are humbled by those that have suffered and saddened by those that cause it," said Master Lockhart walking back to the same old cement bench where they sat before this all began.

Elaina continued to dance and sing the spells she had just learned with a melancholy tune to them - Magic surrounded her and with a graceful gentle touch, she swung her wand, creating waves through time and space, like the unseen photons that fly through space; The rain itself avoided her, leaving her perfectly dry, while Master Lockhart continued to get rained upon.

Master Lockhart knew that she was one of the chosen, and she would bring peace to the dying world. But everything comes at a great price, and she would lose something she loved greatly before she gained the power needed.

(This was the true sadness of Master Lockhart, who dared not speak... for it wasn't her place.)

The rain continued to fall as peace befell the cemetery, and Elaina finally began to come to a stop. Master Lockhart saw the past, present, and future in the eyes of that young girl.

Elaina on the other hand had a new reason to keep fighting this war. She was determined with a stronger resolve in her, overflowing like Niagara falls. Her mindset was centered on correcting the mistakes of the trinity kings. She understood her and Jacob's royal bloodlines. She suspected Aalo would be the final royal in the bloodline. If the three of them could reunify to identify their enemies, then they could bring peace and open the doors of magic to everyone on the planet.

With all of this in mind Elaina felt eager and joyful, but this brought her to ask about the prophecy, "Jacob is of royal blood and so Am I. I suspect that Aalo is the 3rd royal member, what is the prophecy that everyone keeps talking about?"

Master Lockhart looked away into the distance to answer, "There is more than one prophecy... A total of three prophecies to be exact; The most known one being, the return of the trinity kings, the saviors in a time when magic reaches its point of no return."

"Then is true, We are the three kings; I must tell Aalo about this - He must know that he too comes from royal blood!" demanded Elaina with a joyful voice as she believed in the brighter future that was to come.

Master Lockhart turned to look at her with a disappointed look in her eyes. After taking a few moments to herself, she added, "Do not assume, this can lead to consequences beyond our control - You must concentrate on yourself, and let fate reveal itself of its own will. I haven't told you about the other two prophecies, yet… Not everything is painted with lighter colors, the other two prophecies predict a different view or result. These three prophecies are the driving force of the division in the magical kingdom. One of them in specific foretells a dark ending to all species within the cosmos.

-In the mystical forest named Ursul-

Luciann and Aalo continued to play an extremely dangerous game with each other. He would transform into his werewolf state with little control, on and off. Concentrating his attacks on Master Luciann with an inner uncontrolled rage - A rage created due to the inability to catch his prey, who was Master Luciann. His anger getting more and more apparent, but her ungodly speed would leave Aalo behind – swiftly breaking through the wind as her hair flew gently creating a soft melody with the sounds of the wind.

The twist and turns Aalo took as he ran toward Master Luciann, through the forest, and into the nearby city rooftops was a site to behold. Jumping from building to building in the mid-day, taking an extreme risk without any care. Something that would be impossible for a human, was possible for their kind. Master Luciann's magic created a catalyst for him to transform without the typical drawbacks. She kept dodging Aalo, who kept looking for an opening. Looking for his kill, but this was part of Master Luciann's training. She wanted him to face his inner self, to learn control over it. She needed him to see that we are all monsters deep down, but those monsters are only there, to serve us in our time of need, not the other way around. Making werewolves nothing more than the manifestation of such, in the flesh.

"I want you to free yourself; your rage, anger, or whatever you want to call it – All of it, is a part of you. The evil we carry is simply a small part of who we are, the key is knowing the balance within. You don't let it consume you, instead, you consume from its bottomless well, you are its custodian - you are…" thought to herself overlooking the shadows their bodies would make below on the ground created by their flight through the skies.

Aalo was breathing heavily while making growling noises in his transformed state – howling into an invisible moon. You could easily tell that he was losing himself to his primal instincts, barely maintaining his human mind. Master Luciann grabbed from her pocket a very distinct flower from her pockets. She proceeded to place the flower on Aalo's forehead. Suddenly, the creature regained control putting Aalo's soul back within the eyes of the gorgeous monster. No longer were the light blue wolf eyes empty vessels for a soulless creature that acted upon primal instincts – now Aalo sat within it, ever so slowly coming to view within like a shadow coming to view during sunset.

Aalo then began to transform back into himself - The light purple flower withered away, disintegrating before them. Master Luciann took this opportunity to speak, "Aalo, when you transform, you let your consciousness fall asleep… this is the key problem that you haven't fixed yet… Your father, on the other hand, was talented in that area…"

Aalo stood there quietly with his clothes ripped to shreds barely holding on, his eyes were eager to hear more about his father, "Did you know my father, Master Luciann?"

"Yes, I knew him… He was very special to me," responded the saddened Luciann.

Aalo requested more, "Can you please tell me more about him, about his younger days?"

Master Luciann "How about this deal? If I tell you everything I can, will you concentrate harder on your training?"

Aalo agreed with a simple head nod, followed by an, "ah-hum"

"Let me start with what happened fifteen years ago,"

-A hero turned-

"Today, we celebrate another year of peace! Please, bring a Grand welcoming thank you to Master Tomir and his apprentice Master Batal!" yelled the announcer who stood at the center of a circular stadium with a wooden podium; it was certain that he used his voice projection spell to project his voice in the masses.

Behind the announcer stood the two men who were called heroes – One of them was familiar, but the other, Master Tomir was the very definition of what you envision when thinking of a man.

Master Tomir took to the podium ready to give a speech, "Today marks another Heroic day among many. Our goal of peace will be achieved, I promise you! No matter the cost!"

During his speech, he noticed a man with a funny black hat, dressed to impress – The man's face had a painted skull on it; He held a very unique cane in his hands which had a golden line that swirled around it.

The event proceeded like many of their old events, giving awards, and rewards.

The mystery figure stood in the place where the shadows and light met. He never moved a single inch, yet his presence alone struck upon Tomir's fears; it was obvious this was no man, and his essence spilled over with a scent of pure evil infused with unfiltered innocence. He was a living contradiction of anything he had ever faced, and being the hero he was, he would face this monster himself hoping for another epic battle.

Once the event had finished, and everyone had left, leaving only the three of them in the stadium - he requested for his apprentice Batal to stay away, "I need you to leave me."

The apprentice hid behind the door's entrance at the ready, should he be needed.

Once the safety of everyone was secure – Master Tomir, the grand hero of his time, decided to act by casting the powerful spell he could cast, "into oblivion!"

The spell itself came forth from Tomir's golden unicorn wand like a small universe that warped the reality around the stadium - Causing the chairs, the podium, and the trash surrounding the place to be pulled into the black destructive bubble.

The air intensified as the magic increased to a cosmic level, ever so increasing the intensity of its center. Master Tomir's power was clear, he had reached an almost God-like level, he wielded enough power within this small attack to destroy a galaxy, yet, the power continued to grow and grow without any signs of stopping.

The Mystery man decided to speak upon witnessing this amount of power, "You can continue to increase and it will never be enough. You'll only achieve to kill everyone including yourself. I will admit, given the right timing, you would have reached creator status, under my guidance, of course!"

This caused Master Tomir to stop the casting of the powerful spell, upon his stopping, all magic vanished causing the items that floated in a no-gravity zone to drop hard on the floor.

"Sounds like, I have your attention now," replied a joyful mysterious man.

"Who are you and what do you want from this planet?" demanded Master Tomir taking a warrior's stance, ready for battle.

"Welcome, my creation, welcome your creator… From here on, the only one who will hear my words will be you," confirmed the mysterious man.

"Creator?" asked Master Tomir.

""

"You are just another dark magical monster looking to hurt those whom you see below you. You are full of yourself!" yelled the Grand Master Tomir.

""

"You are purely insane; if what you say is true, take away my magic, I dare you!" demanded a yelling Tomir.

And just like he requested all magic within him was gone - Gone to the point of almost leaving him lifeless - The once powerful lord now stood pale on the verge of disappearing into the wind.

Batal who witnessed his Master nearly be killed almost took to action, but the wise Tomir, requested for his apprentice "Batal" to stay hidden.

"Let's assume you are the source of it all, as you claim. What does that mean and why are you here? Why bother, when you can change anything at will?"

""

"Names don't matter, but since you point that question out - what is your name?" requested a calmer Master Tomir.

""

"The unpurposed one… an intriguing name for one who claims to be all, yet has no purpose," voiced Tomir being careful with his words.

""

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"Fine, let us discuss the fate of the universe," voiced Master Tomir in agreement taking a sit on a chair not far from them.

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Master Tomir took in everything he had heard, but was still in full disagreement with such, "If what you say is true, then… our universe, no… multiverse is at peril… But this is insanity, and what you are asking for is pure extermination; I cannot agree with what you are proposing."

""

"Three kings; one born and raised in the darkness will bring the destruction of all life… If you are who you claim to be, show me this dystopian future!"

At that moment, Tomir was taken into a world that burned in flames, not a single life to be seen, yet in the distance, the shadow of a red eyes demon howled into the burning skies.

Tomir fell to his knees, he knew who that demon was…

Master Tomir's heart pounded with a similar pain from an old wound. The Imagery echoed through his mind, ever so slowly, creating an inescapable reality, "This can't be, you lie!"

""

"What you are asking me to do… is impossible!" Tomir continued to disagree with the man before him.

""

Tomir continued his argument, "Even Hitler could have been changed if…"

""

At this point, Tomir had lost his composure, "You can change this! Aren't you all-powerful!? how can you be all-powerful, yet so useless!?"

""

"Why does your type always use free will as an excuse for everything wrong in your perfect creation?" asked sarcastically an extremely angry Tomir.

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"So, you are not the creator, but you took the creator's place by force… then what are you?" Tomir asked again.

Before they could go further into their conversation, they were interrupted by the noise of a fallen wand that rolled down the stairs into the center hall – The noise made echoed through the stadium bringing attention to the source, a young Julia Luciann.

She had hidden herself becoming a witness to only partial parts of the conversation; She was unable to see nor hear whom Master Tomir spoke with.

Master Tomir instantly took notice of this, acting protectively.

"Don't harm her!" demanded the still-angered Tomir, standing in the entity's way.

The man simply smiled and snapped his fingers, followed by a vanishing act.

Master Tomir's powers had been restored and he was left with more questions, than answers.

A few days later…

"Master, you killed their entire house, why do you refuse to kill the newborn and the father?" questioned Apprentice Batal.

Master Tomir looked into the burning tower, screams of death were heard echoing without an end. From there Tomir responded, "There is a plan, and for things to work, we will enlist him."

(During that time your father was about to join our squat, he would have been the youngest member. Perhaps, it was the devotion he had for your mother that kept him from joining us. Instead, he decided to stay one more year in the academy or Orphanage – he hoped to find a solution and response to his Master's betrayal.)

A Younger Master Luciann tried to bring sense into your father, "Niclaus, Tomir killed your entire clan! Please, come and help us stop him!"

"Julia, you and I both know… I can't, our only way to stop this… is for me to find him," argued a heated Niclaus.

Julia, on the other hand, replied, "How can you find something I didn't see or hear? What if he's simply insane? Do you believe he spoke with God!?"

"Is not about what I believe, the entire wolf bloodline is dead! Is only me, and my son! Don promised a solution, and I have to try it… What future do I leave my son!?"

(Your Father was determined and destined to be one of the four, yet he wasn't immune to his human heart; that would become the last day we spoke… After leaving your mother, he head-back to the Orphanage, where he vanished, and you know the rest…)

-End of the Tale-

"That was the start of the extermination, Tomir went from being a hero to being a monster, no one is safe. The Magic council stopped their support of our kind until the Lycan house members were eliminated, the last Lycan was your father," finished Master Luciann.

Aalo was disheartened, and not having more information about his father only served to further his sadness. Master Lucian picked up on his feelings, which caused her to add something to the conversation, "Your father was someone amazing, someone, whom I admire since we were children, I grew up idolizing him. He was the only one who could make me laugh in times of hardship. One could say, my heart beaded to his life energy."

This invigorated Aalo who still yearned to learn more about his past, but time was playing against them. Master Luciann took this opportunity to continue his training by pointing to a specific skill Aalo's Father had, "Your father relied on his heart, every action and thought revolved around doing what his heart called right… even when we didn't see it."

"The heart is the most important thing to keep in mind. Place your hand on your heart," asked Master Luciann as she too placed her hand on her heart. This action was then mimicked by Aalo who proceeded to place his right hand on his chest.

"Now, clear your mind, clear your heart of all that is within; calm the storm that is your emotional spectrum - Imagine that you are in a calm sea. There are no waves, there is no noise or motion. You simply feel the vibrations of your own heart without any sorrow, guilt, loss, or judgment. Concentrate on the primary emotion that comes from within, once everything else is gone. Let that feeling guide you into what appears in the distance," requested Master Luciann as she brought a sense of calm to each other.

Aalo continue to follow as She leaped from tree to tree, back into the forest. She kept her eyes closed, as she demonstrated inhuman precision and concentration. There was only rain in the forest, and a cold breeze broke the silence occasionally. Master Luciann was extremely careful with her movements and sensed that Aalo was following her. During this, Aalo began running, picking up the slightest noise made by the crackling of branches caused by Master Liciann's branch hopping.

Aalo ran with his eyes closed, he stumbled and even tripped a few times, making his goal to fully rely on his canine instincts. Falling over and over, only to get back up again; despite his injuries, he continued to keep his eyes closed and concentrated on the vibrations of his heartbeat, Luciann's scent, and his herculean hearing. Keeping his right hand on the proper area of his chest to bring a sense of security. As time slowed down, the raindrops stopped in mid-air - In his head, he felt it, a roaring call from within, unlike any call he had ever felt before. When he opened his eyes he was transformed, and he was still himself, now extremely agile able to get ahead of Master Luciann – his power created a gentle blue aura, his fur was more defined, and his muscle mass was thinner. Unlike his previous transformation, he was a true human wolf this time around. His joy fully surfaced, reaching his wolf-like lips; He was truly one with the power he had within – As he ran through the forest, he felt powerful energy behind him, this energy was different, it felt like another young man running close behind him. Taking a glance behind he saw him – his father, who had run through the same forest long ago leaving his energy behind, being that they share energy similar in its wavelength, this connected them through – Past and present forces only separated by time itself.

Aalo came to a complete stop at the edge of a cliff that overlooked the city in the distance. he looked at the amazing view realizing what this meant to him, he simply took a deep breath in. Aalo had gained complete control of himself and in the process gain a new transformation. Master Luciann knew that she was safe around him, now that he had full control of his savage monster, he could properly channel its power toward his cause. But this short victory was short-lived - In the distance, two men in dark blue coats stood still, one of them was Lord Virv, and his eyes only contained ill intentions toward Lucian's apprentice.

Lord Virv took his gold cane from within his coat. He gently tapped it on the ground sending a massive icing wave that froze everything in its path. He gave a cynical smile as he whispered "mort glaciale..."

Master Luciann jumped and cast a counter spell in mid-lift, "feu de vie"

The two spells collided sending sparks of fire and ice flying across the sky. The event created stars in the mid-day, and Master Luciann landed on the ground perfectly unharmed but taken back. She knew that she was no match for Lord Virv or his companion. If Lord Virv was here, it meant that Master Elantes was dead, and didn't accomplish his goal.

Aalo who stood in full werewolf state confused the two magicians. They instantly assumed that Aalo was in some sort of primal state, seeing him there in his werewolf state gave them the impression. This allowed Aalo to remain calm and have an advantage later on.

"Master Luciann, Playing with your dog, I see," said Lord Virv using a condescending tone as he took a few steps forward. The other man remain in his position as the two engaged in a conversation, it appeared that Lord Virv was trying to buy time.

Master Luciann after hitting the ground hard regained her full balance. With that, she locked eyes with Lord Virv, who seemed to be fixated on the battle that was to come - before Lord Virv could act, she spoke, "You killed Master Elantes, didn't you?"

"Master Elantes was a traitor to our cause; He choose to walk among us, and then, betrayed us. Death would have been too kind for that traitor… Instead, we torture him to give us your location, it didn't take long for that pig to talk," added Lord Virv using a condescending tone, and trying to get a reaction from the wise master. He took his cane and moved it to his left hand, tapping the ground once more, in a consistent manner. This send constant waves underneath the ground, but Master Luciann was no fool; She knew too well what his magic consisted of.

She had been preparing for this moment, and if her death was to come… She would welcome it, her beliefs in the correct prophecy were strong, and seeing Aalo's resolved only strengthen her heart further. She remained true to the connection she had made long ago with her friend; A lycan prince in his own right, and a man of many talents - A connection that transcended time and death itself, becoming eternal love in its own right. Now she was next to his heir and the last piece of the person she once loved.

Master Luciann with a smile on her face responded, "Lord Virv, you have become a coward. Following, instead of leading, isn't that something weak men do according to your saying? Why do you believe in a broken prophecy? One that's responsible for the death of an entire clan."

Lord Virv grew ever more impatient, she continued to walk forward slowly, and his eyes filled with pure hatred. His hate was being checked only by the fact that he had a plan to follow, and should that plan deviate... Things could end up becoming grim for him. He continued at a standstill, and with a simple calm yet determined voice, he responded, "The true prophecy says he will bring the end of it all, and his army will be the eternal werewolves. The witch's prophecy has never failed, we are only the villains because we lost the first battle, but once the dark lord returns, we will rewrite history!"

"Yet, you follow them into certain failure. Why didn't you stop them? Why do you continue on a path that will bring more sorrow, knowing well, there are three prophecies, all contradicting each other!? What kind of idiot follows the worst of the prophecies," asked Master Luciann getting ever so closer.

The man who stood behind in the shadow spoke from the distance, "You cannot envision the future we seek. If you could... You too would have joined us! To fix a cup, you have to spill any tea within it, only when it's empty can you repair it, that's our goal."

Master Luciann responded with anger, and sadness as she prepared for something herself, "You guys have murdered thousands of Orphanages, How does your prophecy justify that price?"

Lord Virv took his sight off Master Luciann and concentrated his vision on Aalo who stood still eight feet tall in his majestic werewolf transformation. With a deep look into Aalo's eyes, he noticed something different about him. He noticed that his eyes had changed color from the last time he had met this creature. Aalo had purple-hazed eyes with drops of red around the pupils; this caught Lord Virv's immediate attention, and he quickly directed a few words to him, "You are no ordinary wolf are you… You are a monster, the ender of multiverses… You must be stopped before you become the monster you are said to become. Luciann, look at whom you have behind you, protecting a monster, a lamb protecting a wolf in disguise."

Aalo took a quick step back, as he could feel the intent of killing dripping out from Lord Virv's essence. Aalo's eyes could also see the amount of blood this man had on his hands, the cold stone kills he was carrying under his name. He was nothing more than a murderer, a coward who attacks only when he knows he will win.

"My dear child, don't worry, stay right where you stand. This will only, but take a mere second. Embrace death like a mother's warm welcoming hug, we fear nothing, face me, Lord of the cowards!" yelled Lord Virv as she had getting closer, enough to do whatever he was about to do.

In the distance, Master Lockhart was called by Master Luciann through their telepathic spell; she informed Lockhart that the blue order had found them, "We have been found, and if they are here... Everyone is in danger... You have to get the children out of the city. We have been betrayed!"

It was then that Lord Virv made his first death strike; from the floor up, vines hotter than the surface of the sun raised - Reaching Master Luciann, she quickly reacted taking into the trees above. She seemed a bit surprised as she didn't expect the fire to be something he could wield with vines.

Lord Virv's grinning smile spoke volumes in itself; And with his swift attack, everything around a radius of two feet had vines that roused from the ground, instantly burning and freezing everything within reach. Anything closer to the range of half a foot was infused with blue flames. Something strange began to also happen to Lord Virv's sanity as each vine continued to sprout forth from the ground. The vines came ever so close to Master Luciann with each passing attack...

"My attacks are so cold that they can burn, and freeze those that oppose me. My true nature and my pure will manifested into my magic - purely from my desire and will! The true sense of what a magical being should be! PERFECTION!" yelled what appeared to be a man in the verse of losing his sanity.

Master Luciann continued to jump from tree to tree, and Aalo walked further back in his transformed state, in fear, and, with an unwillingness to attack. He was in control of his transformation but lacked the savagery of the transformation itself. Without this, fear could easily overcome a child in the face of true unchecked evil.

Lord Virv no longer concentrated his target on Master Luciann. Instead, the next waves of attacks were directed toward his true target. He had been manipulating the situation to push some distance between him and her. This would keep him at the same distance as Aalo, allowing him to strike the novice young boy. If he could kill this boy... perhaps the war could end or at the very least be decided that much sooner.

At that very moment, Lord Virv's ground vines came forth surrounding the young werewolf. The distance between the twenty-four vines was exactly two feet away causing Aalo to howl in extreme pain. He felt a piercing coldness, unlike anything he had ever felt. Thankfully, his transformed state kept him from completely freezing, but down to his skin from his silverish fur, a white coating of snow covered him. If he attempted to strike the vines; he would instantly feel a searing pain beyond any normal human could ever bare to withstand.

Master Lucian felt a trap in the mist, but at the same time, the life of the last werewolf hung in the balance. If he died, then all she hoped for would be lost, if a true change was to be expected, it would come from him, as her prophecy stated. Without thinking about it further, she did what would most likely endanger her well-being. She stopped moving and came down from the tree branch she stood on. Using the levitating spell called, "Levi" she finally touched the ground gently.

"Stop, let the boy go and you'll have the location of the locket," requested Master Luciann with a pleading voice similar to a mother's voice. She felt that this locket may be more important to them than the boy himself. But she knew, more than anyone, that such an item was lost in time; a small lie can extend to save a life, should it be executed properly. Her goal had changed from fighting to making the enemy believe something she didn't believe in.

Lord Virv turned his concentration back to Master Luciann. With his eyes locked with Luciann, he spoke with certainty, "Speak! My fingers are getting a little twitchy which I won't be to control, any longer."

Suddenly, Aalo heard a voice in his head – "Aalo, can you hear me? If you can just look at me… NOW!"

Aalo without moving locked his eyes on Master Luciann, ensuring he wouldn't lose sight of her. He instantly knew that it was her who was speaking, "There is no time when I finish the conversation, you'll use your wolf speed to run far from here – Just like we have been practicing the past few days... Don't go back to the Hotel - There is a house, light blue with a garden of roses to the east of the cemetery ahead. Simply run that way, and regardless of what you hear... Do not look back!"

"Well, I'm growing impatient will you speak or should I just take this for a plot to get more time? After all, no one has ever found the locket?" asked a skeptical Lord Virv as he gained an evil grin. His kill intent was overflowing from within him, out into grown, killing anything around him in a small radius... Engulfing all vegetation in dark flames.

"Haven't you ever wondered why no one has ever found it? You can't find something that has already been found. While all of the old clues lead to the same place, none of them will ever tell you that someone has found it," calmly replied Master Luciann and with a brimming smile – She instantly took Lord Virvs concentration and confidence away.

"Continue to speak fool!" demanded an impatient Lord Virv.

"Looks like I have your attention now… The locket was found, just as the myth said it would be. It was in the temple of Zera, just like the story said... It was lost in time deep inside a place where the flames Exagul touched the deep waters of the Aegean ocean. Doesn't that sound like deep inside an ocean volcano? The great cataclysm that separated the last magical empire our kind had was there. The great Atlantis... in the arm of the Mediterranean sea laid the lost small island under its waters."

Lord Virv nervously yelled back with anger in his voice. "Lies! If you had the Locket, you would have surely used it by now!"

"hum... You are right, I don't have it," replied Master Luciann as she closed her eyes and looked down at the ground; She then looked up, and return an answer, "I don't have it with me, for I'm not the one who found it."

At this point, Lord Virv was shaken to his very bones.

"The locket is in my room, but ill give you a friendly reminder... All magic comes at a price. Lastly, should anything happen to that boy, I will locket curse the locket," ensured Master Luciann as she relax, and gave her signal to Aalo. With that brief moment, Aalo was off, and on his way toward the location, Luciann had told him. The other man took flight in great haste, following Aalo. But he was barely able to keep up and had lost him already on a few occasions. To his luck, he was able to find him back based on the devastation left behind by Aalo's speed.

Aalo was catching on to this fact and decided to be more careful. His careless use of senseless running was causing him to be followed. He needed to think like a human but act like a wolf. To run stealthy; leaving nothing to trace back to him.

It was when the idea occurred to him, a simple, yet creative idea. What if he could simply do big leaps, and land on the soft sections of the ground at high speed? This surely would allow him to lose this guy. Aalo began leaping in giant leaps like a game of hopscotch on a giant board. Each leap gave him a great distance into the forest and away from the hooded man.

The blood which ran through Aalo's veins was filled with adrenaline - This helped Aalo properly fuel him with larger and larger jumps across the forest which had the cemetery within. The sky was a bright red with white clouds, but suddenly out of nowhere, it began to rain. The rain had a taste similar to tears from a mother who was sacrificing something great for the survival of her child. Aalo had never felt something like this and as he effectively got away – He was left with a sharp pain that started in his stomach, and went directly to his heart, to then, back up.

The hooded man had given up by now, and Aalo was now alone still leaping from soft ground to soft ground. In the distance, Elaina heard some of the commotions as she was training.

Master Lockhart instantly knew something was wrong. She used her telepathy spell to contact the other Masters - to have them move the children to another location. Master Muic being the first to respond to her call mentioned he was back in the hotel. The rain began to fall harder, and it was at that very moment that they realized something extremely important. If they had already attacked Aalo, it was, because they had gone to the location where the other children would be training. Master Muic who had stayed in the hotel that day, now feared the worst, and no one responded to this call.

Aalo quickly got the scent of Elaina and this prompted him to stop - Transformed back to then run towards Elaina. Once he got there Elaina quickly hugged him and proceeded to ask him what was going on, "Aalo… What is going on?"

"Master Luciann and I were attacked by someone called Lord Virv. I think he was the same person that wanted me to be punished for being a werewolf back in school…" responded a still agitated Aalo as he struggled to regain his composure.

Master Lockhart spoke in an unsettled manner, "Aalo, I'm aware already, whatever Master Luciann told you to, follow it to the top of the letter. Elaina, remember what I have been teaching you, and go with Aalo. I'm sorry we have failed to protect you kids - I'm truly sorry, but these are times of war. Where the forefathers failed, I hope our young will repair."

Aalo responded, "I understand, Master Lockhart. We will fight on till the end!"

"Those are welcoming words, but extremely sad to know they are coming from a child. Stay alive my sweet children, I must go to aid Master Luciann," added Master Lockhart as she headed in the direction from where Aalo had come.

She quickly turned back to say, "Elaina! Don't lose hope. Wield your convictions as strong as you hold your fears, If not stronger..." with that she had disappeared into the lushness of the forest and the red sky now had turned completely dark. The rain was falling heavier than before, and a sense of sorrow surrounded every section of the city.

Aalo and Elaina continued to run toward their destination. Elaina had a hard time running as she was not one to be physically strong or fit - She decided to use one of the morbid spells she had just finished learning earlier that day. Surrounded by the mystic magical essence of the thick forest in a magical city that seemed to be in between two worlds, it tripled her already overwhelming power. One dying and one consuming the other was her inner struggle – Her magic was at its peak as Master Lockhart had explained, due to her location. She took a deep gasp of air inwards, to then exhale quickly, she used this moment to speak what almost sounded like the start of a short melody "Nirak zadun ignam," and with this spell, beneath her, a horse roused from the loose ground. The horse was a marble black with ruby eyes that burn brighter the longer you stare into them. The horse had come from beneath her which allow almost instant mounting and ease her physical strain.

Aalo, on the other hand, was extremely confident and in his game. As his wolf ancestry gave him a physical edge, as well as a magical prowess unlike any other. He had also learned something about his werewolf form – Something that came easier as he ran, like the primal instinct of a hunting wolf. He was more in tune with himself, and the beast within him, he was truly free from all restraints. He could now retain his human form to an extent and be just as strong as his transformation. To a point, of course, he was still a child running like a man, without actual guidance from those with experience.

Elaina continue to hold onto the horse as it carried her through the forest. Both Aalo and the horse would zigzag which was a child's version of using the z pattern to evade the incoming trees at their high speeds. The forest went from having a stormy and raining look to becoming bright and shining the further away they got.

In little to no time, they were completely out of the forest. Now, it was time for them to find the location of the house they were expected to go to. The problem is that they had little to go on. In the distance, they could also hear the battle cries of the masters and children screaming. They knew this meant the army from before had found them. They were systematically being hunted and killed in most cases. Their promise that was made to the Head Grand Master was broken, but it bought them time. This time around there wasn't anyone who would do that again.

The two teens now ran somewhat aimlessly, looking around for a place that they never had seen themselves. Elaina's "death horse" had vanished, sustaining that entity beyond the forest was out of her abilities for now. But this was no time to be aimless about their direction, so she decided to do the only thing she knew how to do... She asked the dead...

Elaina stopped her aimless walking and proceeded to close her eyes. From here she whispered "Usmi Kaskal..."

This instantly fell like the call of an old friend to those long gone. In no time she was surrounded by transparent beings who possessed an empty stare about them. Their lifeless eyes simply remained like two white pearls being held in mid-air. One of the apparitions lifted her left hand to point toward a street in the magical city; The street called Rainbow ave.

From here she decided to call Aalo who was going in a different direction, "Aalo, follow me! I know where we need to go!"

The two proceeded to walk down the street looking for the house in blue, following the direction that the female apparition pointed to. As they walked down the street – they felt like they were being watched by those surrounding buildings and houses on each side of the street. Magic was still a pure essence that bled out from every crack on the floor in this city. This essence essentially brought more confusion to them as it intensified that dreadful feeling of being watched by those who lived in those very same buildings. Some could argue that perhaps the buildings themselves were the ones watching them - But this would be getting them into a different type of paranoid state.

"There! Elaina look quick!" requested Aalo as he came across a blue small home in the street. Nothing special about the home, with a simple, yet elegant look to the home. Compare to the other homes this one was extremely simple and would stick out like a sore thumb due to such simplicity. The two weren't any different in this scenery and those who resided in their home weren't very welcoming themselves. This city was only beautiful from the outside, making the inside questionable – Not everything that shines is gold.

Elaina quickly walked toward the simplistic house she spotted, passing beyond the sidewalk and into the home's gate. Aalo followed closely behind, they felt like they just had walked through an invisible wall – The same thing caused them a bit of struggle to push through. They noticed that after crossing the invisible wall, the two found themselves inside a protective bubble of some sort. Inside, it was snowing and the view changed into snowy mountains with a wonderful home right in front. The snow was unlike any other snow, warm to the touch and gentle as it fell – The immediate environment emitted a cold aura that reflected the light of the sun. This in term made anything within the invisible bubble cold to the touch, all except the snow of course...

Elaina and Aalo opened the blue wooden gate and proceeded to walk into the home's entrance door. From there they looked down to see the mat they stood on, "When the world rejects who you are, let this home welcome you."

From within the home, a warm smell of coco could be picked up coming from the edges of the door. The Door itself had a peering hole for the other side to see who stood before the door. The home gave them a sense of instant safety and with that, they proceeded to knock on the door.

From the other side of the door, a short black man answered the door; he had odd green eyes and wore a hat with some strange never seen designs on it. Designs, which appeared to be figurines dancing as he moved or made any kind of motion with his hat. The man had the most welcoming smile you could ever see, bringing your heart to a sense of unparallel peacefulness. The man almost instantly had tears in his eyes, as he saw the children, opening the door and instantly recognizing them without ever having met them. The children were confused but welcomed this new friendly face that greeted them.

"We had been expecting you, children. Now come in! Even with the spell in place. In this land, some are more powerful than us. Alexander has been saving powerful magic to take us to a safe place," requested the marble bald thin, and short man with deep emerald eyes. His honesty and soothing voice, similar to a mother's voice who welcomes her child into her arms at birth, echoed into their hearts.

The two children finally decided to walk into the home being that they were safe now. Inside the home, they witness magical things at every turn, some playing songs and soothing melodies, but the mixing of all of these noises drowned each other. After a while of being inside this constant noise, the house itself did something amazing that was never expected. The home found itself in complete silence within an ocean of sounds. The waves of sounds would bounce endlessly against walls, and eventually, two things would happen: The first one would be that some sounds wouldn't find an equal frequency and continued riding and bouncing until their death. The second one was that such frequencies would find themselves and meet their end. This constant sound bouncing would eventually become visible to the naked eye, creating new bright colors never seen by humans.

Strange contraptions making the different melodies were delivering images directly from your heart, and into your mind via the songs that played. Another gentleman within the home proceeded to point the children to a board that read, "My name is "Elaya the 3rd," in this home we do not speak. Instead, we let the melodies of our hearts speak for us. We don't sing, but we make music in our silence... We are the song of life itself."

The children were extremely confused and Elaina first thought was, "how are we supposed to communicate with each other?"

Elaya smiled as if he knew something, based merely on the expression Elaina's face demonstrated.

Further down the same board it also read, "Until you learn what this means, you will get a board to write, what you have to say..."

Alexander walked into the room demonstrating that he was a white pearl skin man with jet-black color hair. His eyes resembled the deep Atlantic ocean and his smile was just as welcoming as Elaya himself. From the items and spiritual essence emanating from the home itself, you could tell this was a home filled with love.

Aalo looked around and notice something hit him perfectly on his heart. Like an arrow, it pierced through taking its message right into his heart without anything to slow it down.

On a wooden plank that pressed against one of the walls in the home, a message read, "Most people spend their lives looking for love when in reality they should be creating love."

Alexander took a quick bow and with a swift motion of his hands, the home shook. Cups, plates, and other loose items fell to instantly meet their demise on the wooden floors of the home. The music that played endlessly all at once stopped to synchronize into one soothing melody. From the outside of the home, through the windows, the children could see the home being lifted and fly through what could only be described as a portal through time itself. The home landed on a gorgeous scenario that was to dream, for… the home being surrounded by white crystal waters on an unknown beach right in front of a calm sea.

On the other hand, Alexander didn't have a voice himself; his music would do it for him with ease - Whenever a song would start it would instantly be cut by another song creating sentences for him. This delivered a series of words that eventually would synchronize into coherent sentences giving expression to his thoughts.

"We welcome you with open arms… We have taken measures to ensure your safety while in our care… We will also teach you what we can about using your magical gifts throughout the time you are with us... At least, till you reach the age of seventeen… We have also transported our home outside the reach of those that seek to cause harm… Now, I must attend to my music, I'll leave you in the capable hands of the song of my life…" emitted the collected words from the multitude of songs, collected by the magic from Alexander himself, making the sentences you just read.

As those words came together and ended, Alexander took off into his library to continue his studies - Closing the door from which he came. A very interesting man, to say the least, wearing a magician's blue cloak with an elegant black suit to match, at pure perfection. You could tell that he wasn't a man of many words. Perhaps, it was because his voice was not his own, or maybe it was that he didn't have one at all. This drew the children to wonder what his voice sounded like, and if Elaya had ever heard Alexander's voice.

Elaya was not short in magical prowess, as he was the magical being making all of the music in the home, through the instruments that played - Music that would create silence once perfectly synchronized. At this point, Elaya asked the children to follow him outside, "Children, please, follow me outside."

This was amazing as he could speak creating waves of sound, a gorgeous voice one held. How was he able to do that which was impossible? - This would be equivalent to speaking in a normal voice during a loud rock concert and being heard, which is simply an impossible task, indeed.

Nevertheless, the children continue to follow the man outside through the very same doors they had just come in through. There their voices returned allowing the children to be able to speak once again.

Elaina was the first to speak, "why use such a spell inside the home, and how is this something helpful?"

Elaya gave a fatherly essence with the words he spoke, "Of all the things she could ask, she picks this... Well, for Alexander as you probably could tell, His voice is the concoction of words coming together through the constant mixing of different musical notes and voices. He has no voice to call his own; this is simply, a brilliant answer to such a problem – Plus it allows us to never be heard by those who listen. The real question you should be asking is... how can we speak in an ocean of sound waves."

-A Day for Death-

Children ran as an army overcame the city; death was a sweet scent that brought those who hid to peak from their windows. The soldiers were dressed as before, being led by the same men from before. Flashes of bright stars light up the dark places of the dreadful city – while a good portion of the children, were killed, a good portion escaped.

The coordinated attack, although, well organized, it lacked the power to kill children and masters alike.

"We will stand behind; I will gladly give my life for the future of magic!" claimed Master Ayo becoming a human shield for his group of seven-year-old children. He was at a dead end, standing overlooking the sewers hole – which some of the children had taken too. He was all alone, having killed a substantial number of enemies in the street.

His power shocked those who only the wise tales of his past battles – The intensity of his eyes engulfed him in pure light. He prepared for one final encounter by adding every bit of energy within him – He was prepared to use the forbidden spells, unleashing the power to recreate reality itself.

Master Ayo stood looking down the alleyway overlooking the battle smoke – From within came forth the death bringers themselves, unlike before these were marauders with the gift of unlimited magic.

And… the real battle began, Master Ayo started the fight with a powerful spell, "ko si siwaju sii iro" – Reality began to break apart, the ground itself vanished, and the twelve marauders stood in an open desert area, voided of all life.

From above, Master Ayo reached completely transformed into a giant, "Here, I am, an abstract of love itself!"

As The master's hand reached down killing two of the twelve masked marauders – The others managed to evade the powerful attack.

"Men, do not fear, just keep in mind, even love dies, when loves dies, hate is born…" replied one of the mask marauders.

Before Master Ayo could reply he saw the marauders begin to emit a bright red light within them.

In a synchronized call to battle, they yelled, "Odimus!"

The ten marauders became pure red energy which began to infuse into one who stood in the center. From here, the one who stood in the center was empowered by the pure hatred of all others.

"Abstract of love, Welcome the abstract of hate! I am Odium itself, come and face your brother one final time," claimed the man as he began to grow to a similar size to Master Ayo.

Master Ayo quickly realized who stood before him, "It can't be… Oh, sweet brother of mine, the more you consume, the less you have… My heart aches for you, Lil Jacob."

The stars themselves and the ground trembled, and the two powerful being collided over and over – the multiverse felt their power, stars died and new black holes were created with each struggle that they encountered.

In pure tears, Master Ayo said something he has never said, "Jacob, you are the king of immortals! You took my brother's blood to become who you are… He lived a life-taking, never satisfied with what he took, and now you took his place… I have failed, but I will love you… I will not fail you like I did my brother. I will sacrifice myself for you!"

"I'm neither Jacob nor your brother. I'm the God-king of hatred!" yelled the angered fueled Jacob, who stood like an older version of himself.

Suddenly, everything within the multiverse they were in began to die. Stars, planets, and all matter began to wither away. Hatred became the death of all matter and love diminished slowly, but surely.

Master Ayo prepared to throw in one final blow in the multi-versal fight they were engulfed in.

"With all of my love, I give you something more powerful than love itself! I'm glad I brought you to a dying multiverse, I cannot allow you to kill those in your verse. You have an important role to play within those that love you, as I did," proclaimed the dying Master.

"Die already, and let your power be consumed!" demanded the hateful Jacob.

"Love will never die… Ife," and with those words the master was consumed by hate itself. The multiverse in which their battle took place died as millions of bubble-like verses began to disappear, Jacob consumed them all into himself. He was like an empty void whose hunger could never be filled, fueled by the true nature of hate itself - He was, hate itself, embodied into a young man.

-Meanwhile back at Alexander's place-

The two children proceeded to look at each other with an ever more confused looked on their young faces. To this, there was an interruption by Elaya himself.

"Children, You must concentrate. You have no time to be children, this is the way of war, as we speak some have reached unreal powers. You must ask the proper questions or suffer the consequences of having useless knowledge. We could sit here and talk about the events that lead to this, but that won't help you. Now, I want you to start thinking of ways to speak and be heard where sound is endless. Once you achieve that, then, I can begin to teach you - I will teach you the power of music itself!" exclaimed a very inspired Elaya as he moved around with such gracefulness.

Elaya walked into the pearl-white sandy beach which housed a scenery of a red ocean that oversaw a clock tower on the edge of a cliff, the waves rage in the distance hitting the possible lighthouse. Through this, his heart sang within him, and his bright smile brought the children further comfort; he continued to get closer to the water. Once the water touched the sand it turned into a pure mix of emerald and sapphire colors that constantly battle for dominance. Here something amazing happened and as he stood there overlooking the ocean; he began to sing in an uplifting, but sad melody:

"Viridant arbores et rubent rosae iam efflorescunt animae nostrae mihi cogitandus mundus mirabilis…

Caelum azureum et nubes albae candorque solis at placet nox et mihi cogitandus mundus mirabilis…

Iam arcūs colores e nubibus pulchri sunt velut in ore cuiusquam sociī…

Amici salutant cum gaudio re vera aiunt "te... te amo"

Infantes flent sed Mox vigebunt nesciemus nos quod callebunt mihi cogitandus mundus mirabilis…"

Elaina instantly knew what he was singing – It was "what a wonderful world" – This was something she had never truly heard as music was banned in her household, but reading was allowed. The main reason for this was that music caused her to lose control of her emotions, causing her magic to explode bending reality itself, but she had the pleasure to read it in her school library; where most of her time was spent before they would force her to leave - returning her to back into an unwelcoming home.

With the emotions created by hearing this song for the first time her heart took off, and she began to sing with Elaya. The two were almost in complete synchronization singing the song in English, unlike how it started. Their voices echoed through the crashing waves of the ocean itself, creating ever-lasting symphonies that enriched the human heart. The song itself brought life to the once-calm ocean as creatures came from their depth to hear their voices. In no time they lost themselves in other songs... Elaya was teaching her the power of sound, rhythm, and the connection of the heart with them.

"Can you paint with all the colors of the wind?" was heard in the mids of such echoes, and Aalo for the first time in his life heard words of powerful kindness; taking a sit on the sand - in pure tears, he witnessed the girl he loved, and this strange man sang songs he had never heard, with words that touched his broken heart.

In no time now they were singing the next song, "I'll never Surrender!"

To this song, Aalo felt like standing up and taking arms; a powerful song that drove the soul to fight on. It wasn't long before Aalo got the rhythm in him, and follow with singing, "Not going down!"

Elaya then took a powerful stance, and looking at both children he sang with his most powerful voice, "Till the fight is OVER! I'll never surrender, Not going down without a FIGHT!"

The children instantly felt joy and a sense of pride within them. Their inner power increased by a hundredfold which was reflected in their aura that overflowed bending space and time near them.

Elaya now asked the children to listen to his words carefully, "Now, I got your attention… Is time to teach, can you see the power the two of you wield? Let's talk about the different types of magic; Emotions help draw more power for the different types of primal magic that exist. You must learn to channel each to your own devices – Some are darker than others – but all are equally powerful depending on the circumstances. They say that love is the strongest magic there is. This is true, but only music can draw this out in a more powerful way than any other form of its display. If you learn to mix music with your magical spells, you'll be one hundred times stronger and more effective. This is something we used to teach back in the day, and that was lost throughout time."

Aalo who was lost in how gorgeous their display was asked, " I have never heard such songs – how can we fight and sing as we fight?"

Elaya answered, "Songs can be within the mind, with enough concentration a goal becomes achievable – in times of desperation when the hero is about to die – he will hear a song which vibrates within his mind. This song is what makes heroes prevail when their body gives in, everyone hears the song of victory, even the villains."

From the house, they heard a voice, "I would do anything for love!"

Elaya responded, "I would do anything for love! But I won't do that!"

It was Alexander using of one his many voices, who came to greet the children after having finished his work.

Elaina looked at the two and instantly knew that they were what she had read about in her books, "they were lovers involved in a forbidden love, a love shunned down."

Elaina instantly knew their backstory and the reason why they didn't like discussing history – But if she was to live with them, she had to know that they were Masters. With this, she pressed on to ask the one question Elaya hope she wouldn't ask, "You both used to be Masters? Right?... I can tell…"

Elaya turned to look at Alexander who stood staring into the distance - he was lost in the ocean's view, deep in his thoughts, and before Elaya could correct Elaina for asking such a daring question, Alexander spoke, "The... Sun... Can... Shine.. Your... Direction... or... It can... Leave you to die..." the words came in a wonderful melody from what appeared to be a broken soft song.

"Please, Alex there is no reason to remember such painful things," requested a saddened Elaya as he came to comfort Alex. But this may have been enough to open Elaya to speak for Alexander about their past. If not a little at least...

Elaya took a walk back to where Alexander stood, gave Alexander hug to speak in tears, "Your parents can be alive and you'll be an orphan, still. You, Elaina, should understand the meaning behind that… When we arrived at the Orphanage we were introduced to a powerful and beautiful world. In time we too became Masters, but our love came in at a time when even the Orphanage was in a different way of thinking and ruled by fear. Our titles were taken from us, and we were forced to become outcasts in both worlds."

Elaina came to regret her decision, but it was too late. This became a lesson for the young girl; something that she would dwell on further in the distant future. For now, the young children did what they knew best, show love - They proceeded to do a group hug, and demonstrate their understanding, cutting out the cancer created by the hate of those who came before.

Elaya who was in tears proceeded to return to the task at hand - grabbing their attention to a more important subject, "Children, our past can scar us, but it is our present that matters most. The past defines us and teaches us - The Present determines our future, and our Future is the unknown known, we may carve our future, but it will be unknown as long as we strive for the greater good. This is why we must impart what you are missing, we must impart our knowledge to you. In the following years, we will prepare you for war; this will be the war to end all wars… This will also determine if magic will continues' on, the other two sides seek different results, but same goals."

Elaina gave a saddened look, her face still didn't understand fully the events that were taking place before them, after all, she was just a child. Children who were about to take arms in a war that they weren't a part of, nor did they understand. From prophecies that were spoken to factions, to hate, to written words with broken promises, all of it, was meaningless to them. But even children understand evil, for evil comes as clear as day, yet darker than one soul can comprehend causing the blind to be. With these thoughts heavy in mind Elaina she spoke, "We were told bits and parts of why the war happened, but I don't understand any of this. All we know is they are evil, and we are good - that can't be the full story to this..."

"You are correct Elaina, but I guess… I can see why this is important for someone to know, if we are asking you to fight, you have to understand why. Alexander can you cast the flames, so we can sit around, and go over the entire history of magic," requested Elaya as he looked at the love of his life who was signaling for something to happen.

Soon enough a small flame began to burn from underneath the group's feet. The flame got intense causing them to break away making a circle. The flames sprouted from the ground, and burn brightly in the center. Elaya took a sit with Alexander who signaled to the children to sit on the sand like them. With this Elaya began to speak, "Of course children, keep in mind that this is as simple as I can make this story. This story is way more complex than the time we have, but I hope this helps your motives."

"Let's begin with a time before the three kings – Magic is not from this world. Our species aren't from this world; we have always been the invasive species on this planet. Darwin, who was a very intellectual and scientific man found that all species evolve, which is true - but there was a key element he missed in that equation. All life that depends on water, will be genetically similar to a certain point regardless of what world they come from. We evolved on this planet but came from another planet, in fact, another universe. When we came, we were still primitive but had already started the evolution of the mind. A rift was opened out of desperation as our planet was collapsing. We didn't have human-like features, not like now. This magic was the cause of the rift to open between the two worlds," Elaya was interrupted by Elaina.

"We know some of this story, Master Lockhart took me through it," added an overly excited Elaina, like a child who thinks to know it all.

Looking at the children Elaya now stood before them and waved his arms in circular patterns causing the flames to start taking shape, "I expected Lockhart to tell you that much, bear with me, but to know more we have to go back to the first one. The first king to make a deal with him was named Sagarus. Through his empire, our first civilization was brought. His magic created the mythological creatures of old and new worlds. We were one with magic back then, but on a much later date, the three kings came, that story you are familiar with. Their constant war ravaged our worlds, and to save them - they were forced to create a pack with the old world, a connection between the old and new. This pack was known as Decretum Unitatis which simply meant the unification of two dying worlds. By killing the old world we would save the new one, allowing us to settle here safely. We continued to progress in this world, and more magic is drawn from our other world to maintain the new world. This constant link and parasitic relationship have caused the old world to be on the brink of destruction. This is when he appeared, the great hero – By the time he came – He was a Grandmaster himself. World war II was at its peak at those times. Some say that he lost himself the day his orphanage was wiped clean; he was in charge of a Jewish orphanage in the heart of Germany. All that we know about his grand plan, is his vigilant quest to kill all sources of magic. Elaina and Jacob are what is known as the elder beings through the magical birthright."

Aalo instantly wondered why he wasn't mentioned in this sentence. This prompted him to ask "aren't I one of those?"

Elaya took a deep look into Aalo's eyes, and answered, "Not that I can see, but it is certain that once that missing elder is found... One will kill another elder before they reach the age of twenty – His or her cleansing will not be obtainable, till they carry blood on their hands, and if the prophecy holds any weight... The unification of the elders will be the demise of the fallen hero."

As Elaya spoke they could see the figures made from flames battle among themselves. Within the figures who battle, three tall humanoid-like flames stood tall, demonstrating leadership among the rest. On the other side, one dark demonic flame stood with three large armies fighting below it. The agent of death was demonstrated most peculiarly in this scene as the flames burned, and the night started to catch the group.

"Who is this person?" asked Elaina leaning forward with a peaked interest in the subject.

"He is only known as the Shadow, but on occasions, he does go by one name from time to time. I believe it was the unpurposed one or the one that guides Tamir and Batal alike. Batal who carries his master's wishes is simply a pawn to Tamir, who is a pawn to the unpurposed one. We should concentrate on Batal, cause of the other two, we know little at this point. To Batal, you may be simply in a dream induced by him, usually, that's how he connects with those around him. The face he carries becomes the last victim he consumed, this is why no one has ever been able to capture him throughout history. The Shadow (the unpurposed one) is not someone we speak of or dare to bring into the conversation for too long. You see, there are dark curses out in the world unknown to even us; they carry their death sentence through the mere mention of the sound they follow. In simple words, his mere mention can call him," finished Elaya as they sat back down overlooking the fire.

Elaina quickly responded, "I and Jacob have seen it before, Batal, I mean."

Elaya quickly gained a confused look on his face.

"Elaina, this is not possible. He is imprisoned in a place from which he cannot escape," declared Elaya with a terrified look on his face.

"When I was a child a group of twelve heroes imprison him around the same time Tamir was imprisoned. Although I wasn't a witness to this, it was a known fact. When the dark lord vanished his shadow remained, and the real puppet master revealed himself. A small group unified to find and capture the shadow. He was captured and imprisoned in the place in between worlds. To be honest, his followers are very, very, very unlikely to be able to free him," added Elaya as his hand trembled in pure fear of such a possibility.

Elaya then continued to add more to his previous statement, "Therefore, what you probably witnessed was one of his followers. This cult who are still loyal to the shadow is mere delusional lunatics, who have conjured up the idea of his return. Nevertheless, the cult runs strong as they unified with the normanies and hunt for any known magical being. If they only knew we are all magical beings, maybe they wouldn't do such terrible things."

"Isn't there an order that keeps everything in check?" asked a wondering Aalo.

"That would be the magical council, they were mediators and peacekeepers for our kind - But the council is nothing more than a home for corrupt and self-serving magical people who lost their way. Their mind never progresses with the times of an evolving world - Although the council fought the dark lords of the past, today they support those who can fund their wealth further. Humanity has a nasty habit of wanting an easier life, at the expense of those who are less fortunate. Even at the cost of other lives without little to no regret what those costs are. Some even found ways to pass that cost to those below," vocalized a saddened Elaya who spoke from his soul, and with great disappointment.

"Another thing we need to add is the three prophecies, unfortunately, I only know two of the three, allow me to recite them:"

"He who howls at the bloody moon walks upon a dead universe, he will consume all life, bringing an end to what we call the realities beyond our realities."

"The last prophecy reads:"

"He who howls at the silver moon walks upon a lively universe, protecting all life, bringing a balance against the unknown forces."

With a quick change of tune, Elaya proceeded to continue talking, "Now that we have spoken enough, children tomorrow, we will continue your training. Tomorrow we will practice a few theoretical spells. Before we go, we will serve you some hot dogs on the open fire, and then, you will shower - I will take you to your rooms and you will rest."

In no time, floating hot dogs came from within the home, and quickly proceeded to place themselves on the flames. In mere minutes they were ready, and bread with all of the condiments was ready for the hot dogs to fall in. The kids were in pure joy as some of the food in the school although it was magical it still lack that home element to it. Simple dishes like a hot dog, when made in the sense of home care, it brought a more fulling essence than those of a five-star restaurant.

From here, the kids proceeded to walk into the home which housed the endless echo. This time since they did not know how to speak at the home, they simply follow to signal themselves when needed. Elaina was the first to take a hot shower, a private one, unlike the orphanage and better than the hotel; Aalo followed that procedure. Elaya provided them with new clothes, and although, Elaina's clothes weren't very girl-like, Elaya made sure to give them a touch that would be unique to Elaina. Finally, with a few signals, the kids were off to bed and off into their dreams, which became another place for them to continue their training.

Their rooms were simple, yet cozy, but something was out of place in their rooms. Especially the room Aalo was staying in - This room was not set up for a guess, instead, every item in the room seemed to have belonged to someone special. Aalo took a hard look around picking up on the special details about the room. From here he noticed a child's toys neatly placed on top of two small like kid tables. Oddly enough, there were no pictures of one anywhere in the room. As Aalo continued to check and look around the room, he noticed something that his eyes missed before. On the walls, there were crude drawings of a looked like a family. On the bottom, it read, "me and my two fathers." The drawings followed a sequence that ran from left to right.

You could see it all in progression – events that showed the dark path this couple had gone through. From birth to adoption, and finally, to sickness; The last drawing seemed to be a tombstone and two stick figures standing. Aalo knew that the two who shelter them now – had a loss of their own.

From his pocket, Aalo took out a mini book; It was the T.P.K book that allowed the connection between the two worlds. Using his magic and a bit of water - he brought the book to normal size. Memories came flooding of his mother – Aalo was a special child in more ways than one. He could remember as far back as a newborn, something most didn't or simply can't. The first eyes he saw being his mother's - Seeing this room filled with sorrow, love, and joy, all at once. Soon enough, he closed his eyes while holding the T.K.P. book, falling into a deep dream... There he found himself a small child once again. In his dream, he could see himself in the distance holding a sword surrounded by a malicious aura. His eyes filled with pure uncontrollable hate and consumed in his thoughts. Aalo stared at this evil mirror image of himself and tremble in fear.

But, this was not the time to dwell in fear; he decided to talk to himself by yelling an obvious, but compelling question, "who are you?"

The entity smiled, vanishing into the shadows of his dream. Aalo wanted to test himself and decided to pinch himself. This created an instant painful sensation, bringing him to realize that he was back in the dream world – which meant he was awake but asleep at the same time. Somehow he had managed to enter this place again. A sinister feeling overwhelmed the place unlike before – Darkness seemed to cover everything, and at the end of the hallway the door from before stood wide open; unlike before there was an immense desert on the other side – no longer was there a magical place with wonderful creatures roaming about. Decomposing bodies of unknown creatures laid everywhere, making death the ruler of this place.

Aalo saw that his double disappeared as it walked through the door. Leaving only a mist behind that seemed to call him forward. Aalo having enough courage decided to walk through, and into the abyss before him. With every step he took, the scenery looked more menacing, but Aalo didn't notice this himself. Once he had walked a total of twelve steps inside the immense desert and abyss-like place. He noticed something that had skipped his eyes before; in the distance stood the Orphanage he had attended before, a place of wonders in a place where wonders die themselves, here the palace fell apart in constant decay. The place was unlike what it was when he first entered it in his dreams, walls broke due to their weight…

The sky seemed to be bleeding red with a tint of shadows for clouds. Standing there he saw the same reaper from before. This time the reaper began to transform before his eyes; changing into a beautiful young girl about his age. Her eyes sucket were empty and blacken - Her skin was porcelain color and she seem to extend her arm as if she was to call him over.

Death itself called him over, "Come, we have much to discuss."

Aalo walked another exact twelve steps toward death. Once standing in front of her, he asked her like an old friend talks to another, "Hi again"

Death replied, "Do you know what this place truly is?"

Aalo looked around before he spoke, he then answered, "This is where we were supposed to come to train our magic. The dream world, right?"

Death gave him a grim-like smile and with pure joy responded, "This place is far more meaningful than you think. This is the birth of all magic… different multiverses collide drawing from this place. From a house of ideas to the human mind, to the house of heroes, and the multiverse theories born from modal realism at the hands of David, in most cases."

Aalo looked around and felt a sense of sorrow for some unknown reason.

"We weren't always death itself - We became that after the great conflict. We now seek something bigger than a king – Remember, when I told you that I saw no king, yet?" asked death as it lean forward getting closer to Aalo's face.

Aalo stood in complete silence as he stared at death's eye sockets. They seemed to bring endless shadowy darkness that brought forth an intense malicious feeling within his heart to the surface.

Death spoke again, "You were the child born in between worlds. You are destined to fix all that is broken and carry our revenge forth, you are death's vengeance. You are not one of the three kings, but you are something far greater in itself. Your birthplace is this wasteland, a land that was once something glorious."

As Death spoke those last words the land changed – transforming itself into gorgeous futuristic structures. Even the Sun had changed, giving a golden glow that enriched the structures, and people that walked around. Dragons and all sorts of mythical creatures walked right through Aalo and Death – this illusion was elusive, and only lasted a few seconds.

"This is your birthplace, and where you truly come from. Where all Humans originate from; wars and darken hearts destroyed what we were, once. This occurred many universal cycles ago; I want you to be our champion, and do what must be done. The time will come when you will choose, and I want you to choose us, choose death! I want you to be The Death Dealer!" yelled Death as it re-transformed back to its normal self. Aalo was frightened and confused by this creature's request.

Aalo turned his eyes for the door from where he had come; finding only a desert with nothing inspiring for an exit. Only death was visible beside the desert, he began to panic at the thought of being somehow stuck there, forever. In his panic, he failed to notice that Death was gone.

Leaving him stranded in a place where death was a common theme. Where the sky had cried enough tears, that it no longer had any left to give. It became clear to him that this was the bringing of how irresponsible humans had been, humans had created a cycle where they would drain magic from one place to then move to another place. It became clear to him that humans were a world-ending species - Like a virus to the multiverse, humans had been spreading and forgetting our deeds from past events. Forgetting our origins…

Aalo now stood questioning what he is witnessing leaving him memorized by the emptiness of the desert - Similar to what past prominent historical figures had done in long ago ages, he pondered endlessly. Everything was coming closer to a conclusion…

Aalo's only problem was whether this was, the tale of a hero, or the raise of something else...

How much have we destroyed? How much have we forgotten? and the most important question – can we be changed or stopped?

Book 3

Death is, but a distant friend

The unknown man from before stood there speaking calmly about the current situation, "Virv, it doesn't matter if they escaped. We have pretty much cleansed the place - If we are to be safe in this world, we must kill them all…"

"What about my people, my city? Will you honor your promise?" demanded Master Trobious as he proceed to walk through the field of dead children with puddles of blood at every location. Master Trobious had betrayed his kind, and broken the children he promised to keep safe.

Lord Virv retaliated with a simple tap of his cane on the floor. This caused Trobious eyes to begin bleeding blood. He had begun to burn from within like a fever from some sort of terrible sickness, this fever only continue to rise his body temperature increasing his bleeding. Trobious began to scream in agony as even his lips cracked under the scorching temperature - In time Trobious was on his knees begging for his life.

"Please, Forget our treaty, and just allow me to live!?" But his pleas were in vain; His life force started to diminish, leaving him as the temperature only continued to rise.

"You are a traitor to those you swore your oath to... What makes you think I would honor my words to the likes of you!? Your city is nothing, but a place for parasites to feed on this world. Begone, human waste!" shouted Lord Virv as he took three steps forward to where Trobious knell dying - No longer pleading for his life, and accepting his death... Master Trobious took his last breath and spoke, "I hope the prophecy finds you…"

Trobious body stayed in the same position with his eyes wide open looking at the sky above. His mouth was wide open as if he was trying to grasp one last breath; his heart exploded within, and the explosion caused his eyes to bleed even after death. A traitor's final moments aren't something anyone should ever witness or experience.

"Our forces should be here soon. We must cast the sealing spell. We wouldn't want anyone to leave the city. We must kill everyone, not a single soul should be left alive!" demanded the unknown man as he began chanting another spell in his mind.

"Darious letos – vactus dinoriux – Morten dim somnium," ran like a melody in this unknown man's mind. Over and over, like an old broken record from a distant time.

The two cities now became one, and the poor appeared among the rich. Like pieces to a puzzle, everyone fell within their rightful places in their allotted space. There was no room for error, and magical beings within the city now resided with the normani who lived in a more earthly-like reality. The sky was then covered with a transparent bubble that covered everything within every life form in its immediate surroundings. Yet, there was something that allowed those not within that city to remain ignorant of the events that were about to unfold.

The man continued in his thoughts, "Darious letos – vactus dinoriux – Morten dim somnium."

Lord Virv knew that this would allow everyone to become trapped within the unified city – no longer was there a magical place for the magical or the poor – in convergence, they became one. The magical beings of the city knew what this meant, having witnessed the merciless act of the blue order, who stood outside their homes. They began to panic, and run outside their homes to where the transparent bubble was. But this turned out to be useless, as they would instantly disintegrate the very moment they made contact.

Cries of panic and sorrow began to be heard across the city. These people were weakened due to their constant years of the magical drain to keep their illusionary city alive.

"Hear me, people of this city who hold little to no magic," yelled Lord Virv as he projected his voice using the old spell.

"Join the blue order, those that kill anyone with magic… Will be provided a rank among our army. You must be merciless and ruthless - You must be worthy of such, to gain such!" continued Lord Virv, only to be surprised that the poor who acted before he could even get another word in. Thousands killing Thousands without any mercy or holding back. Blood was spilled in a manner that rivers of blood were formed in the city's sewers.

Even children joined in the bloody festival, and by the time the blue order's army arrived everyone in the city either had died fighting or died due to murder.

The Unknown man vanished, and the Blue order began to burn down everything, destroying all evidence of magic from the city. It became apparent that this would be a difficult task, so a low-level soldier spoke, " We can use the magic amplifier to blow the city to kingdom come."

Lord Virv agreed silently walking away after checking the corpse of Victoria - Having found what he thought was the answer to all of his problems, "The magical legendary item of old…"

Moments before he left, he took a deep gaze at Victoria's lifeless eyes. For some reason, a sense of humanity was felt within him, as something that could be defined as temporary remorse was shown. If only, but for a mere moment, one could say there was something in there. Needless to say, this didn't stop him from achieving his goals. Eventually, he disregarded these thoughts, and feelings, to only leave as the low-lives finished the dying. Streets were now filled with blood, and those that once called themselves the privileged were nothing more than corpses.

The city and slums burned all around him - The locket in his hands became a vital piece in his eyes, but something was off about the locket. Although, it looked the part the locket itself was missing the essence of magic. "Perhaps, this required to be unlocked," he thought to himself. Needless to say, he had it, and perhaps, he could defy those in charge once he figure it out.

In the sewers, a smaller group of kids and masters rushed out of the city. You could tell that only a hand full of small children survived the relentless attack of Lord Virv and the order. Anyone with a magical incline was being killed, and this was happening worldwide at this point. Even people who did not know their magic - were killed and targeted for such. There was a new holocaust happening right under everyone's noses. The world was weeping to a different sad melody, as the sun began to set that late afternoon. The traitor was revealed, and those that were once held as royalty, now rotted away within their hearts - becoming food for creatures whom they stepped on.

It was a Friday 13th – a perfect day for the death of our origin – the biggest murder ever committed. As the last magical city fell – So did the rest of the world. Some argue that magic is the source of art, science, creativity, thirst for knowledge, and perhaps our very essence for wonder. This echoed in sadness, as millions were being killed for having any kind of affinity to the mystical, spiritual and religious inclination. From people who could see the dead – to people who could do, or make strange things happen around them, were targeted as well - They were being killed off for their affinity.

Intelligence was also another level of magic, so… those who were extremely gifted were targeted themselves.

This extermination came in the form of a powerful spell done by the dark one. This amount of death only meant that he had returned, and was more powerful than ever. His imprisonment was only temporary, and Grievous attempt to seal the monster was in vain. You cannot seal such a death dealer any more than you can stop breathing, and hope to stay alive. Once silence fell on the city it became apparent that the city itself had to be erased.

In the outskirts, you could see the city's pandemonium in the distance consuming it like a demon craving in hunger. There stood our Jacob, looking at the city which was being destroyed in one single giant explosion that consumed all of the burning buildings. From this position, he could see it all; All of the destruction, and black smoke came to unify into a giant cloud, that held a sinister face. He could see how the order that he had joined killed thousands of souls with little to no regard for their effect.

Behind Jacob stood Master Lexu who wore a similar blue jacket to what Jacob was wearing. This signified his treason with full display, but Jacob was crying within, not daring to show his true emotions. He had a mission that came before anything else, even before his principles or morals. His success meant the success of all humanity, and perhaps, the unity of it all. He had chosen a side, and like all great kings of old – He was no longer a child of mind, nor a king who tied himself to his own. Instead, he envisioned something others were failing to see. The problem is how much of him will it need to die before everything was said, and done.

Jacob's bane was his heart...

To Be Continued…

(If you are reading this... There is hope, it's time! Look around you! – "libera mente tua - legit verba mea") ("Iuvenis eram, longe futura videns. Tunc fortis eram et multa proelia tuli. tempus a me vulneratum reliquit. Senui, sed habeo dies meos. multi gladium meum sentiebant, quibusdam heros fui, quibusdam non potui. In memoriam")

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