THAT ILLUSION || Chasing the call of the chasm.
Earth is haunted, and they have come to save the earthlings before it's too late.
The Narngon school of magic is the only source of remedy for this silently perishing world. The trio of infamous queens...
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"Off the way you creepers!"
Mordana yelled at her novices who were moving not much better than a tortoise. Her roars earned a quirky glance and respect. But they noticed none as they moved ahead and away.
It was past evening and it marked the commencing of silent hours in the diaries of Narngons. Wiping through the buzzes and rushes of the day, which felt like some slated to never stop eternity, they paraded towards their chambers in their tired pace.
The women were ecstatic as they were chosen by their goddess. Rumbling tornados and guzzling whirls of delight and daintiness had been filling their once desolate nerves. But, they were worried if they would triumph this task in a deserving way. They never hummed about what they were informed. It was never needed as the three were the same when they wander drifted.
They knew it was their last day here in the Narngons of Aetherth after when they would have to leave for a purpose. The one that their supreme mother had entrusted them to. The one that is still a stained maze for these ancient moths to explore.
After some feeble strides, they stood in front of their fence. Mordana placed her palm over the opal that was fitted into the oxidised iron so did Serephina on the ruby one. Eir stood merely lost like a deep ocean without rays of warmth. Mordana sighed and then a golden palm did merge out of thin air which stroked the amethyst. After that, the door opened ajar. Once done they entered while something deterred Eir.
"Sloth! Get in. Let's freshen up and do what must be done." Mordana sounded more commanding.
"I want to clean up," Eir spoke with a weary gape.
"Enter in and then you can. Whether cleaned nor smelly you are always a sloth." Serephina's words made them both titter and their titters crashed a wrong chord on the target.
"Enough! Messy bullshit mess! I'm done for this life," Eir screamed than keeping the grace. She was mentally elsewhere and avoided their eyes to keep her hidden.
"What's it? Are you unwell?" Mordana raised her palms to examine which was held taut by those swaying golden palms that were following Eir's thoughts.
"Oh! You won't speak yet can command this thing that's mine?" Mordana stated while trying to ebb but the palms didn't allow her to.
"Do you want me to burn this?" Serephina asked while her eyes glanced at those dusty fingers.
"I know what to do." Stating that Mordana waved her black inked nail beds over those aureate ones. Sooner that it fled from where it does belong. After some fractions, Eir looked up that revealed the tears chasing her storms.
