A Myriad of Mysteries

16

Eirisinia opened her eyes and saw the rising sun infront of her. She lifted her body up and inhaled the cool forest air.

I thought I would never see the outside again.

"It is a good thing that you have strong and trustworthy companions," the dagger intruded.

You are right.

"That is the first time in a long time that you have agreed with me," it sounded excited.

Indeed, it has been a long time.

"How did you open that portal?" Reiynia questioned Izin. Their voices brought Eirisinia back to her current situation.

"That dungeon was designed to limit my physical abilities but thanks to your brother, I was breifly able to achieve a short burst of energy needed to open that portal," Izin proudly stated. "I was also the one who first created that swirling portal, it only lets matter pass by other matter."

"You really are Izin," Romina's voice slightly shook. "You might know how to save our daughter."

The sun is at its highest peak. A group of seven people could be seen walking under the hot sun as leaves crunched below their feet.

"We're about to enter the hideout," Romina says. "Iris, Zeirio, please wear your hoods up."

They entered a place, hidden behind a vine wall, full of run down buildungs and ruined houses. However, despite the gloomy place, it was full of smiling faces.

Romina and Datino nod by the strangers they pass by exchanging smiles and greetings.

"She's in here," they entered a small hut covered by thick cloth instead of solid walls. The huts shrinks whenever wind passes by.

They see a small child sleeping peacefully on a make shift bed made of three long benches put besides each other.

Izin touched her hand, then moved up to her head. Dark light briefly illuminated his hand before he sighed in disappointment.

"This spell has been cast by a light conjurer and only a light conjurer can remove it," as he said those words, all their gazes shifted towards Eirisinia.

"Iris, can you help this poor child?" Izin asked her in a calm gentle tone.

"What can I do?" She questioned him back. "I cannot even conjure a simple weapon." She swallowed back her guilt of not being able to help.

"Can't you atleast try?" He pleaded. "You only need to collect all the light particles from her body and release it in a conjured item," he explained. "Collect them as if you're picking white rocks from a river full of black rocks.

Eirisinia placed her hands over the child and closed her eyes. In the darkness of her mind, she saw a few white dots.

Those must be the particles that I must collect.

She moved towards the lights but her feet were stuck to the ground. She exrended her hands reach towards one but  struggled to do so. She opened her eyes and a few beads of sweat dropped down on her forehead.

"What happened?" Izin questioned.

"I saw them but," she slowly took in beavy breaths. "When I tried to reach them I was stuck to the ground." Blood seeped through her bandaged hands. She felt so tired and exhausted from doing one simple thing.

"I guess my assumptions were wrong," Izin began mumbling to himself. "If you weren't able to move then that means you're not a true light conjurer."

"What?" Eirisinia stopped redoing her bandages and stared straight at Izin with her eyebrows burried deep.