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.
Chapter Forty-Seven – Don’t Stop Believin’
Eldrian stepped up beside the girl kneeling on the ground, and he took a long gaze over the carved stone chamber his portal door brought him into. Before him were Alumir and Barston, but they didn’t catch his attention for long. He looked down towards Deena instead.
“I know about Zayna. How you helped her,” he spoke.
Deena turned away. “Then why did you come? I did something bad, and I left everybody with no explanation. Nobody should trust me,” she whispered.
“You might have messed up, but that doesn’t matter. Friends don’t stop being friends because of a mistake. Everybody makes mistakes. And if you really are just evil, I sure as hell ain’t leaving it at that without hearing it for myself.”
The witch slid her phone away and pulled herself up into a sitting position. She wiped tears from her face, and exhaled a stuttering breath before momentarily pausing. Eventually she shot a ruby glare upwards to the wizard.
Chapter Forty-Six – The White Rabbit
It was an unusually warm afternoon compared to the norm, though a chilly breeze still made itself present on occasion, and the ground was covered in snow. Daveon, cornered between an infatuated girl, her muscle-head boyfriend, and a brick wall, thought moreso about his existential dilemmas than the matter at hand. They were problems beyond the situation.
“What do you have to say for yourself, huh?” barked the man looming over him.
In one of his hands he gripped the small remains of a chocolate bar still its wrapper. He bit down into the treat, and swallowed it down as he tossed the trash to the ground.
“Sorry. I wasn’t paying attention just now,” Daveon replied.
“Oh that’s it. You’re dea—“
As he lunged at Daveon, the man’s foot caught on a root that he swore wasn’t there a moment before. He slammed his cheek against the snow as the druid backed away.