Dark Blaze

Chapter 18

The path was empty but with pebbles below them. Sylvan houses along the pavements, effulgent lanterns hung every house above the door and moving back and forth from the gentle wind. No guards and people walking around but emptiness. Nothing but cold breeze ran through their skin and swooshed Aerline's hair slightly. Aerline can only hear Kristinov's breathing behind his helmet and the thump of every step above the path where they stride. "Are you sure this is the right place, Sir?" Aerline asked in a whisper. "I am sure" Kristinov replied. At the back of every house there is a cobblestones towers and in front was bushes but nonentity blossom sprinkled them. The alongside torches were altered its color from tangerine to firmament color. Coruscate above begins to fade from the mist blocking the moonlight and stars overhead the firmament. Aerline can hear the grasshopper's noise as well as the owls at the corner while they still walking.

At the end, where they stand was a tower look like a spire. Kristinov opened the gate and enter sans knocking ere going in. "Should we knock first?" Aerline asked and Kristinov did not respond. Inside where they got in was messy along with the books, papers, and bottles of empty potions. In the middle was a long spiral stairway. Iridescent candles on the top of the metal table. Blue curtains but no window at the sides nor middle. She can sense a speck of dust as she grasps some air. She strolls forth to see the remarkable stairs that she has not seen yet before. Aerline saw a man with a vesture and a bit of armory at the above going down as she chins up. Soundless footsteps and glowy hands she saw. "Who are you?!" The man yelled at Aerline. Aerline was the first he saw ere Kristinov. As he land at the end of the stairs, his jaw dropped behind was astound. The man has niveous hair same as Kristinov's brume hair but much more pastel. Grey eyes and pale skin. Aerline was shocked to see a woman laying on the small bed to the left corner pondering if it was dead - she did not recognize that a woman is lying above even though, she walks onwards and that woman breathes at the side of her where she stands below the spiral stairs.

"Fenock?! Fenock?!" The man dashed to squeeze the both mickle forearms of Kristinov's with his glee warmth. "Oh thee heavens, is really you!" He screamed with glee. The man can only notice from Kristinov's tenebrous armor and deep breathing as per usual. "Can we talk?" He said in a deep voice sans emotion coming out of his tone. "Oh of course, would you give me a second," he said. He strolled to the woman with ill then sat beside her. He did not cast any spell beyond his lips but his eyes only refulgent like emeralds - his hand as well about like Aerline's eyes. The woman was pale at first and now her skin starts to obtain fresh blood from the ability slithering onto her pale unhurriedly. Her hair starts to get its color to be dulcify and her lips blossomed like cherry blossoms - became never dry and faded evermore. Ere that, her dress was floating like she was under the water - drowning, losing its breath, going down below the tides. Black nocuous liquid came out of her dry mouth like an effervescence underwater. The mage's hand was shivering and still have the power to heal the woman safely and soon.



(SHORT NOTE:)
Iridescent candles- that was meant to be incandescence candles.)

After that, the woman breathes and rises with awe. The woman thanked her many times to the mage with an ethereal smile - she was happy to get back to her reality. "It is alright, no need," He said with an awkward smile. Aerline escorts the woman out lenity with a small chat while they walk to betake oneself the door. "Have a good night!" Aerline waved her a farewell with a pulchritude kindhearted smile. She shut the door quietly and she saw them talking about something. The mage dashed to Aerline with a fret and clutch her warm hands. "Please forgive me for yelling at you at first, I am very stupid." He said. "It is alright, sir." she pulled her hands out of the mage's seize deliberately. "You are Healian?" He asked, thick tanned eyebrows of his raised. She takes her hair to stroke it out of curiosity face. "I do not know that, Sir." She shakes her head while hiding her lips after she confesses. "Oh my apologies, Helian is one of the greatest of six of mages ability but the problem is uhh they are are are weakest, I uhh really did not mean say that umm for you." He scratch his niveous hair and he was struggling to explain. "Accordingly one of my thought about this, I honestly hope I can remember, The first one is a mage that can do anything like healing, battling, and some other terrific magic from the rarest first mage ability. The second one can control tides of water, growth of the roots, healing creatures and others, and temper of the blaze by the way - like controlling nature and obvious it is a rare one as well. The third one can read your thoughts like psyche, do healing as well, battling but there is the moment that it won't last long and they have good senses. The fourth one can create any kind of magic within the potions they create and do some like mystic defense. The fifth one is the mages who can only do fighting stuff except they cannot defend themselves. The last one is you, the mages who can heal and cannot do all the great things like the others" and then he explains more things he can let out to educate Aerline about them. "Mages who are born with magic but did not use them throughout the years, their magic will never disappear within them because that is who they are, the magic will never show because you dig them below your burden and wrapped them with solitary that sorcery will never appear on your hands because you never tried or so on," he said while his gaze is still upon hers - telling the truth. He went to the shelf that was filled with potions and behind them was a book that never exhibit "Jinx, the magic stealer we called them, they are not an eld myth but deep down the fantasy we heed, there are some things that are true not merely tales, the monster who suck our power by using their fingers and toes that extended to go inside the body of the mage to take their gift away so abruptly and shortly, they hide in the darkness, starving for some mages to devour their mysticism and hide once again before dawn" he tells her in a sad tone, a fading voice in the end and like whisper beneath his fear.