Cinder-knight (bxb) ||completed

32nd rule| fuck

A loud snort from the black mare made Pase and Eric halt their conversation and snap their attention towards the sight of Avianthan pulling a rugged bag out of a thorny bush. Sounds of clothes ripping made the wizard out of them stand up abruptly, "No no no! Keep that back! Keep that back! Don't touch it!" yelled the mage, his feet taking him to the horse in a flash.

Suppressing his indolence, Eric also stood up and ran after Pase. He winced as he saw Avianthan seizing the strap of the bag by her teeth and shaking her maw from side to side, earning a fearful screech from the wizard who cried out.
"Give it back! Give it back!" bawled the green boy, pulling it out of the horse's grasp, making the said mare hiss like a snake.

Shakily, the mage snifled and hugged the bag close, lulling himself as he fell down to his knees. Eric wondered what could possibly be in that bag to scare Pase to this extent, and he slowly found himself getting suspicious after Avianthan stormed out of there with a loud snarl.

The usual reason for her to get this violent was the scent of dark magic. However, by now she was used to Pase's scent since she had been with the said mage for a while. So, Eric was obviously getting doubtful thoughts about what happened earlier.

Could there be a different source of dark magic, inside that bag?

"What's in that thing, Pase?" he asked, trying to sound as subtle as possible. He could see the wizard's body stilling, "Nothing. There's nothing."

Eric scoffed, "Nothing? Then why are you hiding it like it's the most secretive thing you've ever got? Tell me!"

Pase, who whimpered and brought the bag closer to his chest, whispered out a small, "It's nothing really, just some personal stuff."

That seemed to do the trick as Eric got more and more suspicious. They say curiosity kills the cat, and the knight was overpumping with billions of doubts like: what could really be in that thing? Poison? Blades? Knives? Would Pase try to do something to his prince again? Perhaps, was Pase a pawn of that evil witch who kidnapped Cinderella, and the proof was hidden inside that bag?

Eric clenched his hands into fists and prowled up to the shaking wizard, his teeth gritting against each other to form a sound of chewing bones- as dramatic as it sounds. His hands grabbed Pase's bag, "If it really is nothing, then I suppose you wouldn't mind me taking a peek, now would you?"

The wizard let out a gasp when the knight had clutched the jagged edges of hessian harshly before pulling it out of the younger boy's grasp. His eyes gaped to the extreme, hissing out in despair at the loss of contact with his treasure. "No!"

Eric rolled his eyes and staggered towards the cave as Pase picked himself up to quickly follow the human's footsteps, "It's mine! Give it back!" screamed the mage, his voice desperate and crazed.

"Shut up! I knew you were hiding something with those sly brains of yours," the knight derided, ripping the tatty zipper off its seam, "Thank got I never trusted the likes of you, filthy piece of scum!" In response to his assertion, Pase sobbed and grabbed at his own hair while squatting down. He closed his eyes, not wanting to see the way the knight emptied down the contents in the bag to the ground.

A loud shatter rang in between them, startling Eric and adding more tears to the mage who shrieked in agony. The knight was frozen for a bit, but then he slowly looked down, seeing the stuff that were previously inside the bag, lying on the earth shambolically. There were only three things, the first being a spell book, the second being a small rag doll and the third- well, whatever that was, it was broken into tiny little pieces.

Scattered all over the ground, the shards of glass glistered in the coruscate of the sun. Intelligence was never Eric's forte, so he failed to understand what this was supposed to be. But staring at the pieces of see-through glass, pine cone and discolored old cotton, Eric realised that those were parts of the weird dome-like things vendors sold at fairs. What were they called again? Snow globes?

He inhaled thickly, flushing in sheer guilt when his eyes met Pase's, which were teary and turned red compared to his peccant ones. The magician didn't say anything else and crawled towards the remaining pieces of his snow globe, his body weak and quivering as he collected the sharp shards with deliberate movements.

"That was my mom's last gift.." he whispered and fluttered his eyes shut, a single tear falling down his face and dropping onto his own lap. As he gathered all of his stuff and stood up infirmly, Eric watched him with uncertain eyes. The knight wondered what he was supposed to do, say sorry? Say he wouldn't do it again?

But he knew, that whatever he would say next will definitely end up being an empty promise. Because, honestly speaking, when was Eric ever true to his words?

And the knight didn't know why he felt to.. culpable. The only thing he did was making sure there would be no threats against his prince, but once seeing the wizard stuffing all of the contents back into the bag before turning around to go into the jungle, he felt guilty more than ever. He felt like he had committed a crime. It felt like.. Someone was grilling him like an edible meat, inside and out.

He stared as Pase raised his hand with his back faced towards the knight, and the mage's silver wand drifted right into his arm from wherever it formerly laid. After that, Eric observed the way Pase quietly chanted something to his wand before turning his way.

"Die." muttered the wizard, his staff delivering a nitid strike to the ginger's forehead. Even though it was uncalled for, as it could get, Eric didn't feel any sort of pain or even a tingle when the beam hit his temple dead-on. He stumbled back, but then squinted his eyes while touching his head with his palm, not understanding what the hell just happened.

He blinked and shook his head. Maybe the spell didn't work? What was that spell anyway? Was it another love spell? Or maybe a spell that turns you into a frog? A beast?

No, it was none of it.

When Eric glanced back at where Pase previously stood, he didn't find the wizard boy anywhere in his sight. He looked around, spinning like a carousel as he found his senses being overtaken by utmost confusion. Where had Pase disappeared into? Had he teleported himself to somewhere so that he could calm himself down?

Eric was lost.

And even when Avianthan trotted near his exhausted frame, all the knight was able to think about was his fued with Pase earlier. After few more hours, his prince also came to the cave and asked Eric where Pase was.

But the only thing Eric could make out was a simple but strained, "It was my fault. Everything was my fault."