Chapter Sixty-Seven – Burn the Witch
The screen flickered. In that dark room, the only light came from the looming glow of street lamps sneaking between the closed blinds over the windows, as well as the television Kevin faced upon the couch. The scene was night, and a young man was stepping carefully down the street, beneath a clouded moon. There were no sounds beyond a wispy wind, nor were there people around, yet the character knew he was being followed. It was felt down his spine.
Sweat poured down Kevin’s brow. The music built, and he was on the edge of his seat, waiting for something to pop out. Tensions grew stronger. His heart beat quickly. Slowly, the character turned his head, and behind it was—
Suddenly, a hand grabbed Kevin’s shoulder, and he screamed like a girl.
At first, he thought it was a ghost, but when his heart stopped pounded at a rapid pace, his eyes focused, and he saw Deena looming behind his sofa with a blank face. Kevin fell to his side with a hand over his forehead.
Chapter Sixty-Five – Skin and Bones
Once again, the crew sat around Deena’s home in an eager interim but it was one of leisure, as many of the stresses that plagued them had faded compared to the previous days. Eldrian had explained to them to the best of his ability what occurred that day. He said that his focus simply clicked, and he used the intense powers of the Ley Point to send Tyreth back from whence he came, but much of it was a blur.
Not only did he see the man and woman rise from the dead, but his vision was torn beyond comprehension of his own reality. He saw the front of his head before his own eyes, like a shadow casting forward, and he decided that maybe his memories of the event were skewed do to himself simply being unable to understand.
Arlandria finally approached them with her hands crossed politely in front of her waist. While they expected to see her garbed once more in her elven attire, she was wearing Earthen clothes instead.
Chapter Fifty-Nine – The Two
Never before had she seen such a view. Her homeland was a gorgeous paradise of whites and golds, blanketed by a sky of violet, yet it was all relative to her. It was the norm. Here, when she cast her elven eyes off the cliff face, she saw seemingly endless mountains of nothing but green—a comforting loneliness, despite her not being alone.
Around her were the ruins of a civilization that once stood proud atop the mountain peaks, but now there were only ruined walls of stone. She could see it. Children, mothers, and fathers, walking up and down the emerald grass betwixt the homes high above the world. Arlandria stood for some time to embrace the feeling of the cool wind through her hair.
“I just got off the phone with Deena,” said Eldrian from behind as he stepped up behind her. “They’re all doing well. I might have left out the part about me losing an arm for awhile. I thought it’d be better that way, or Deena might just stop letting me go places.”
The elf hummed a soft chuckle. “I understand. Your friends care a lot about you. And you them. But why did you take me here again? I’m afraid I also forget how to speak the name of it.”
Chapter Fifty-Seven – Heaven is Gone
“Watch me jump!” the little boy shouted only a moment before he leapt from the stones to plunge twenty feet down into deep water.
He surfaced from the lake, and swam with a bright smile and chuckle over towards land. He pulled himself up, and water dripped down from his short black hair, and his pointed ears. Garbed in a pair of black trunks, the little elf stood triumphantly at his accomplishment of bravery.
The Silver Stars were out and bright, filling the violet sky with beautiful light, which also caused the water to glitter like magic.
Another boy of similar age sat nearby—trunks green, hair blonde and short. He laughed as well as his friend boasted.
“That was scary, Tyreth. Don’t hurt yourself.”
Tyreth waved his had dismissively. “I checked the depth first. You worry too much, Yaelos. I’ve done a ton of dives, and I’ve never hurt myself.”
“Hey. Do you think Earth has lakes like this one?
Chapter Fifty-Six – Gone to Heaven
The sheer weight behind the creature’s blow was enough to crack straight through the tree trunk, sending the entire thing crashing to the ground. The creature stood at only seven feet tall, but its body was round with bulging muscles, and the unnatural strength of a demon made it that much more dangerous.
Renatta flipped backwards away from the strike and landed beside her friends. Daveon, who was directly beside her, had hung up his phone just a moment before.
“Who called you?” asked Deena, who was standing on his opposite side.
“It was Eldrian,” he replied. “They were going to go do something with Tyreth.”
“You told him not to come here, yeah?”
“That’s right. We can handle this creature. This might be his only chance to deal with that elf.”
Chapter Fifty-Five – Happy New Year?
The final night of the year eventually approached, and along with it came an uneasy stillness. Kevin had gone home to his parents to spend the holiday with them, while the rest of the crew enjoyed the peace and quiet, not quite knowing when it would pass. Tyreth and Noah would hopefully keep themselves busy for a long enough time to allow all of them to take a breather.
Knocking drummed against Eldrian’s door as he lay on the couch on his own. He arose, and made his way over to answer it, and on the other side was an immediately recognized face—Arlandria the elf.
As usual, there was an alien aura to her like none other he’d experienced before their first meeting. It was like seeing Lucy or other demons, but there was a bright, unnatural beauty, like an angel of mythology. She had a smooth grace to her movements and her words.
This time, however, there was no smile on her face. She was troubled.
“Greetings, Eldrian,” she said. “I wish to speak with you about something. May I come inside?”
Chapter Fifty-Four – Marquis de Jackson
Poppet made her way back home, clutching her injured shoulder, but her scowl outweighed the throbbing pain. Yet again, she was betrayed by Tyreth, and yet again, she was defeated by Eldrian and Deena. It made her even more upset when she thought about the amulet she lost several days back. Would she ever find it again? That terrifying skeleton walked off with it, and she hasn’t heard anything since.
The artifact itself was only supposed to allow the user to puppet bodies with one’s mind. The fact that one got up, spoke, and tried to tear her head off, baffled her. She needed to find out more, and with Tyreth out of the picture yet again, she swung upon the front door of her home without even realizing it was ajar.
“Hey. I’m home, Alchia. Are you?” she called out.
There was no answer. Poppet walked through the kitchen, down the halls, and peered into every room, before coming to a horrible conclusion. A glass was broken on the floor, and spilled, and there were even more signs of a struggle. Things were broken and knocked over, and it all led to the front door.