Find It! The Wishes Hidden in Winter #2

Chapter 18: Tomodachi

Tayaran and Jism Athueban had abandoned their foulish play on the Caelestia Tribe and made their way towards the Noble Kingdom. Something felt odd, and they wanted to find out what it was.

It made their senses tingle, twitch, and react. Something they've never felt before. Besides there was someone else in the ruins of the Calestia Tribe that terrified them. Reminded the two jinn of their original creator centuries ago.

And so the two flew (Tayaran held tightly onto Jism Athueban); towards the source of all their efforts, where the chaos was----to secure their victory.

Along the way, the commotion from the entrance of the Calestia Tribe caught their eye. Soldiers in bubbles had appeared to take the villagers to safety, one specifically was going to carry the chief. Towards the Noble Kingdom, no doubt.

Not again, Tayaran thought. Nothing should stop their plans. They were always pushed aside thanks to God, angels, demons, alchemists, mages, and now normal humans. It was tiring, sickening, and upsetting for these creatures of the dark.

Which was why he fired a large gust of flames at the people with his free hand.

Amalthea who was huddled close with her cousin in the crowded area, flinched as she looked upwards at the sky. Something orange, and it wasn't from Virtue.

"The sky! The sky! Look everyone!"

Now everyone was staring, the features of the jinns more prominent more than ever. The area exploded with cries and yelling, they pushed around even harder, no longer caring if they had to claw their way.

Amalthea pulled back, so close to being trampled because she was so small, Phoebe could easily find her---Chi's flaling made it possible. No one else had a headband made to carry a pigeon on their head.

"DON'T!" clasping the tips of her fingers together, Amalthea's face turned bright red---all the leaves on the trees came to her, clustering together and serving as a shield.

Jism Athueban's attack imploded on the leaves, sending her backwards. 

"Nice one, Amalthea!" Phoebe said, catching her and looking impressed. "I didn't know you could make shields like that!"

"Y-y-yeah..." she whispered, her throat suddenly hurting. "M-m-more used..to...making the l-l-leaves float in...the palms of my...hands..."

The annoyances kept on coming."You two again? When did you-----"

Jism Athueban could feel his anger rising, and he wanted to drop down, down to their level, tear the humans and mages---limb from limb. He was just about to do so when that feeling returned.

The feeling felt like his power was being crushed, compressed, and something was squeezing his neck. Almost like this person was omnipotent, but it couldn't be. It was not from God. A place much darker, with a slight decrease in the ability to create lasting goodness and miracles.

Like a huge hand pressing down on him, Jism Athueban stopped his urge to blast the humans back.

"Let's go." He told Tayaran with a quiet voice and motioned for his companion to fly faster...

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Wahid Shiriyr raised a hand. He was pointing behind her as she landed on solid blackened ground.

Without having to turn around, Chevalier knew what was up. The overheated and icicle temperature could only be created by something unordinary, she deduced.

"I know." she sighed, releasing her breath until great puffs of air were visible. "Even if I'm missing bits and pieces of information, the fact still stands----the end is near."