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-Eight – To Hell With That
Arlandria’s father was resting down on a chair—his daughter overlooking him in silence. He struggled to find words. His voice shook when he eventually spoke, and with desperate, teary eyes, he gazed up upon the girl and shook his head. The words that came from his mouth were of their own tongue.
“I can’t believe it, but I always wanted to. When the accident occurred, I was told you disappeared. We assumed the worst. Everything came to an end that day, Arlandria. I’ve hardly left my home.”
She lowered her head, and locked her fingers together before her lap. “I didn’t mean to worry you, father.”
Yaelos stood up, and without words, he wrapped his arms tightly around her body for a warm embrace she hadn’t felt in what felt like ages. It was the kind of hug one could only expect from a parent. She wanted to be strong, but she didn’t need to be, so tears came rolling down her cheeks to be dried by her father’s welcoming hand.
“I didn’t want to lose you,” he muttered. “Not like her.”
Chapter Forty-Three – Secrets
Eldrian’s bleeding, trembling hand continued to grip onto the blade of the sword as he struggled to pull himself to his feet, and when he saw that Daveon was too shocked to drive the weapon forward once more, he released his grip, and slowly lowered it to his side. The druid, once mentally recovered, handed Drodias back over to Kevin and took a step back.
“What do you mean you’re not controlling him?” uttered Daveon.
“Don’t kill her. Wait,” Eldrian said with a groan.
Arlandria hustled over to the injured wizard and consoled him. She looked to his wounds, and with her hands at the ready, she began her healing ritual. A soothing light started the process of closing the gashing in his flesh, and for that, he gave her a thankful albeit exhausted smile.
“What do you mean, don’t kill her? She’s a demon. Isn’t that what you came here to do? And she tried to control your mind,” Daveon barked.
Eldrian nodded. “I know, but—“
Chapter Thirty-Eight – How the Elf Stole Christmas
A bead of sweat stopped at Kevin’s right brow. In that moment, he was unable to move a single part of his body. He just stood there, staring off into space, with the phone gripped in his hand. Was this what it was like when Ron kidnapped him a few weeks back? This was different. Kevin knew he was no wizard, and this time, it was Eldrian in danger.
“We need to do something,” muttered Kevin.
Arlandria pursed her lips. “I agree, but Tyreth is incredibly dangerous.”
“So how do you know this guy?”
“He’s from my world.”
She nodded. “And he’s the reason I’m on Earth to begin with. He failed to kill me.”
“Why is he trying to kill you?” Kevin gasped, nearly dropping his phone to the ground.
Chapter Twenty – Eyes From Afar
It had been a couple days since the group’s picnic in Peru. Since then, things had become relaxing and quiet, though eerily so, as they knew that somewhere near lurked a threat of unknown origin. They hadn’t heard from Lucy either. It was a time of impatient waiting for the most part, so in the mean time, Eldrian did what he usually did—wander about.
The boy made his way along one of the downtown streets. A cool, almost blinding layer of snow covered the land while a chill remained in the air, so he brought with him a coat and scarf to avoid becoming a wizard-cicle. He wondered how the rest of his friends were dealing with things. He was fully aware that in his short life he’d already experienced plenty of oddities, but for someone like Kevin, it could be overwhelming. All he could hope was that he’d adjust over time.
Eldrian wished to enjoy the day and pass some time, so he found an antique shop and stepped inside. The first thing he noticed was the welcoming warmth that greeted him upon entry. After that, the valuable knickknacks of all varieties up and down the shelves and tables, with only a few customers populating the room.