Chapter Fifty-Three – I’ve Got No Strings
A first quarter moon rose up to bathe the sky in a cool, white glow as midnight fell upon the city. It was a battle between the starlight and the intense illumination coming from the buildings that spread along the landscape, something that people who lived far away may not have known as well, such as Daveon or Renatta. It was often thought to be tragic, to not have vision of the night sky, but it was there nonetheless. The moon was a persistent force.
Both Eldrian and Deena awaited their meeting with a pressure in their chests. They had no idea what to expect from the mad elf. The time was coming up soon, and yet it did nothing to still their beating hearts, the two of them continued forwards and into the cemetery where Poppet was first discovered digging up the dead for her own benefit.
It was an especially gloomy night. Though clouds didn’t cover up the moon, the air was thick, and they could barely make out a single silhouette lurking in the back end of the graveyard. They somehow still knew it was him—Tyreth.
“You came,” he spoke in a deep and whispered voice, though it was somehow still clear as day.
Chapter Fifty-Two – Fight Fire With Fire
The witch, the druid, the elf, and the exotic woman garbed in red silks, all arrived in Deena’s dungeon-like abode while it was still early morning. They spoke long enough about the times of trouble they’d all been having, but there was something comforting about being in it together. They set around her living room when Deena decided to give Eldrian a call on her cellphone, though it rang a moment before.
“Interesting,” she said in that voice seemingly always vacant of emotion. “Eldrian’s calling. Saves me the trouble, I guess. Hello?”
“Where are you right now?” spoke an exhausted Eldrian on the other end.
“We’re all at my hou—“
His mahogany door appeared behind them, and out stumbled both Kevin and Eldrian, bloody and bruised. Their wrists and ankles were severely injured, though especially Eldrian’s, and they made their way in to shut the door behind them.
“Really? Again?” Deena muttered.
Chapter Fifty-One – What Makes Us Closer
The view from where Daveon and Deena sat was breathtaking—a blanket of snow over what appeared to be a city that never ended, sprawled out before them in the distance. They rested on a fallen tree, up a hill, and enjoyed the refreshing, calm silence that nature brought. The weather was mild, and they were bundled up to be warm and comfortable.
“So I heard you were the one to summon that demon,” Daveon spoke finally, breaking the lengthy moment of naught but the sound of wind.
“I’ve been thinking a lot lately,” he continued. “That was bad to do. But you did it for a reason, and nobody was seriously injured. We were lucky, though. I know you like demons, but—“
“You don’t need to lecture me.”
“I didn’t mean to.”
“I know what I did was wrong.” She shook her head. “I’ll never do it again. I’ve also been doing a lot of thinking.”
I’ll be taking a week off from writing due to Christmas, and the holiday’s general craziness. That’s So Wizard will return in the new year with Chapter 51. Thanks for reading.
Have a merry Christmas!~☆
Chapter Fifty – Near End and Beginning
“I don’t know who you are, or how you did that, but thank you so much,” the man cried.
Eldrian, garbed in his hooded disguise, nodded to the gentleman he just rescued a moment ago from a pack of bat-wielding bullies. The man then ran off into the darkness of the city’s vacant streets. It was near the edge of town, so hardly anyone was out and about, and for good reason. The less people around, the more likely something shady would go down.
Another job well done. Eldrian was elated that he could use his gift to help people, even if he had to do so in a costume under an alias. It helped take his mind off things as well, such as Tyreth, Noah, and everything else that’d been happening lately.
He let out a sigh and leaned back on a brick wall of the alleyway. It was time to head home. He knew he shouldn’t burn out all his energy staying out all night, fighting crime and all that. His hand rest upon the wall beside him, but before he prepared a portal door home, he stopped to the sound of movement. His hood’s glowing yellow eyes shot left and right.
Chapter Forty-Nine – Looming Shadow
There was an eerie silence around Deena and Eldrian after the two brothers departed. It was just them, an empty chamber, and a grand set of doors ahead of them. This was something Deena had been looking forward to ever since she learned of its existence—her mother’s secret hideout. Although she’s long since passed on, secrets may lie within.
Her gloved hand swept over the chilling metal front. It looked as if it would take the strength of many men to move such hefty doors, but when she pushed forward, the crack between them widened. Creaking echoed almost deafeningly off the walls, and draft beckoned them inside.
“What should we expect to find in here?” Eldrian asked.
“I’m not sure. For years, my father has tried to convince me that my mother wished me away from family dealings, and I’ve never known why. Perhaps I don’t care the reason. But if it isn’t true, I need to prove it. I just want to know what my mother truly felt,” replied Deena.
Chapter Forty-Eight – Streetlight People
Seven heads devoid of light coiled up from a misty shroud around Alumir’s feet. He didn’t spare a single moment, so each of the heads snapped closed shadowy jaws as they made their way to their prey. Each appendage loomed over them, blocking the torchlight from above. They crashed down where Eldrian and Deena stood, but an instant before, the two of them blinked a few meters backwards to dodge the attack and stand before the entrance.
Taking a firm stance, Deena raised a single hand up above her, and faced her brother with a determined stare. A plume of black appeared above said hand, and in a moment, it swirled into a ball of chaotic power. She tossed it towards the multitude of heads with all of her strength. Shadow Ball!
Eldrian acted at the same time as the witch beside him. He brought two fingers up on both his hands, and as sparks appeared above them, he brought his hands around in circles before leading them to his side. The electric power grew, and when he hurled it forwards, it fired off in a streak. Lightning Lance!
Both of the attacks collided with Alumir’s Black Hydra. Three of the heads burst into smoke, though the four remaining seemed unaffected, and just as determined to devour them whole.