Lost

Chapter 4 : Magicis Regnum

Louise can still feel his head thumping as he stirred from the rather hard fall. He grasped the ground tightly as his eyes struggled to focus. When it finally did, Louise wasted no time in recomposing himself and tucking his scroll back inside his bag before leaving the strange temple. When he exits however, the scenery outside differs entirely than before he entered. Instead of the night sky, the sky is a beautiful shade of orange to pink, dotted with fluffy candy cotton like light pink clouds. This must be the magic realm! The mantra had worked after all. Just as Louise's about to set off on his path, he heard a number of voices nearby.

"Oh my gosh, Cyane. You are such a funny siren."

"And you are an excellent listener and sorceress."

"Oh, please. I'm still a trainee."

"No need to be so humble. You know you're excellent."

"I suppose I am?"

"That's the spirit!"

Curiosity got the better of Louise and he crouch down low under the shrubs so as not to be seen by the speakers. Slowly and carefully, he peeked over the bush to take a glimpse on the two speakers. There right in front of his eyes is a steep slope that's punctuated with a river flanked by its two riverbanks. On one of these riverbanks sat two girls, both giggling madly. The one on the left is a girl with cyan colored hair and eyes with seaweeds and shells as accessories. She wore a cornflower blue tank top and an asymmetrical skirt which color is a smooth gradient from purple to blue. As she moved some strands away from her face and tucked it behind his ear, Louise gasped as she revealed her pointy ears. Is she an elf?

Louise tore his gaze away from her and towards the other girl on his right side. She has grass green eyes, a fair skin complexion, rosy cheeks and lips, thick eyebrows, as well as a long nose. Her hair is divided into two colors. Half of it is raven black while the other half is stainless white. Her attire consists of a black and dark gray collared suit adorned with golden accents, black trousers, a black and brown belt embellished with a purple stone, and dark gray boots.

Louise is too engrossed in observing the two girls that he didn't realize the heavy pressure he produced towards the ground below him. That is until the ground gave way and crumble beneath him. As he lost his fragile standing ground, he curled himself into a ball and rolled down the slope at the highest speed. He lost all sense of direction and is unable to grasp any of the overhanging pebbles to slow down his fall. Just when he thinks that he's doomed and that there's nothing to break his fall, he landed with a dull thud accompanied by the surprised shriek of one of the girls Louise observed earlier.

"EEK!"

"Ow,"

As Louise's eyes focused on his surroundings, his face turned pale as a sheet as he realized that he's save because he landed on one of the girl he saw earlier - the double haired one. He let out a surprised and embarrassed gasp as he springs up immediately before helping the poor girl up who is wincing in pain as she rubbed around her waist.

"Oh my gosh, I'm so, so sorry. I didn't mean to-" Louise stammered.

"It's alright. I'm fine." She reassured him before sitting up and brushing the dust off her. "So, who are you?"

"L-Louise, Louise Walker."

"Ah, nice to meet you. Name's Lycia Belmont, sorceress. And here's my friend, a siren, Cyane Brook." Lycia introduced.

"H-hi." Cyane waved timidly. 

"So, next question. What are you? An Elf?" Lycia questioned.

"What, no! I have no pointy ears."