Legends of Annieth: Origin || Book One of the Legends of Annieth

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"Oh, hello, Wyst. Didn't you just come around yesterday?" 

The young girl shrugged. "Theri said, and I quote, 'Go and get some fire from Cendri, and please actually bring it back this time.' I came over, and here we are. Anyways, it's nice and cozy here. Mind if I stay awhile?" 

The golden-eyed girl nodded, flame-red curls bouncing. "Sure, come right in." 

"Thanks. Oh, hey, can you show me that trick with the blocks of wood you showed me yesterday?" Wyst recalled. Incendrius's eyes lit up. "Of course!" 

The two stepped in, Incendrius closing the door behind them. Soon, laughter rang out from inside the building, bright flames flaring up through the windows. 

«—•—»

"Finally. Took you long enough." Wyst handed a bloodred jewel to Myalis. 

"Sorry, Cendri was showing me some things you could do with it." Theri immediately glanced at her. "Oh? What is it?" 

Myalis frowned. "Why not go ourselves? We haven't seen Cendri in a few days, at least – it's hard to keep track of time..." Her voice trailed off. "Should I get something from Fin?" Wyst asked. 

"Yeah, sure, go ahead – ugh, this stupid wind," Theri muttered. The wind, formerly set on blowing off crowns and rearranging feathers, died down to a gentle whisper. Like many things in the Void, it listened to whatever they said. 

Perhaps, they weren't always as careful as they should've been. 

«—•—»

"You ready? Myalis? Wyst?" 

"Yep!" 

"Yeah." 

"Alright, here we go then..." 

Theri pushed several bits of stone together on the floor. One glossy black, another rust-red, a small fragment covered in greens and grays, another one a bright, blinding white. Whispers of a purple-tinted mist wove through them, Theri's dark blue quickly joining it. Wyst was more hesitant, but once the near-translucent fog touched the first stone, it flashed and melded with the fog. 

The rest of the stones did the same, Theri and Myalis still paying Wysterie very little mind. Quickly, the rock formed into a roughly spherical shape, and the mists poked and prodded at it until they were satisfied. Without any warning, Myalis cast the sphere into the glowing green flames nearby, then shoved it out into the Void. 

Wyst had barely relinquished her hold on the newborn planet before it was gone, a scrap of her (very limited) magic still clinging to it, far away and likely never to be seen again. Though, in a moment, the sphere came flying back at them with far more force than it had been sent away - and it was blown up to a proper size, floating below them and obscuring their views. 

She frowned. She could still feel her magic tied strongly to the world.