Hurnorth: School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Chapter XXVIII: Blood Moon Part 1

Penelope Point of View,

"A-anong ibig mong sabihin?" basag ko sa katahimikan.

"Janette! What the hell is going on?! I thought they are dead!"

Magkakasabay naming sinalubong ng tingin ang babaeng pumasok sa silid. May pilyang ngiti na nakalantay sa kaniyang mga labi. Ang kasuotan niya ay wari mo'y tulad ng isang manika at makapal ang koloretes na nasa mukha nito. Umatras ako palayo nang dumaan siya sa harapan ko.

"Seraph, hey, it's us. Bakit ganyan ang sinasabi mo?" dismayadong tanong ni Morgan.

"Sobra ka sigurong nag-alala sa--"

Naputol ang sasabihin ko ng marahas niyang hinawi ang aking kamay na humawak sa braso niya. Tinapunan niya ako ng mga tingin na para bang labis niya akong pinandidirihan. Bumangon siya sa kaniyang kinahihigaan dala-dala ang isang voodoo doll. Halata ang pamamayat ng pangangatawan ni Seraph.

"Anong nangyayari sa'yo Seraph?" nag-aalala na tanong ni Oliver sa kaniya.

Tulad kanina ay hindi siya binigyan ng pansin ni Seraph. Lumakad lang siya patungo sa babae na prenteng-prente ang pagkakaupo sa sofa. Lumuhod si Seraph sa tabi niya at para bang isang bata na ipinatong ang ulo sa hita nito. Sinuklay ng babae ang mahabang buhok ni Seraph na ikinangiti nito subalit mabilis itong napaltan ng pagkamuhi ng ipaling niya ang paningin sa amin.

Gulong-gulo kami sa inaasal ni Seraph. Bakit mukhang hindi siya ang nakilala kong Seraph? Parang naging ibang tao siya at hindi niya kami kilala.

"Hoy babae! Anong ginawa ninyo sa kanya." -si Oliver.

"Were you scared of her? Well, that is to be expected. A sorcerer's blood runs through her veins. You'll eventually see her true form, but for now, admire her beauty. She's like a beautiful vampire, isn't she?" she said with a smirk.

"Seraph! Get away from her!" Morgan shouted.

"It's useless, she doesn't even remember you anymore. Don't you see, she wants you dead." the woman cackled. I wanted to wipe that smirk off her face out of sheer annoyance. Her entire existence was irritating

"I actually want to share another story about Seraph. This one's about her mother. You know the myth about the princess of Eldermyst that caused its curse, right? Well, that was her mom. Quite a plot twist, huh? There's a lot more to her than meets the eye. Don't worry, you're not the only ones surprised, even she is."

"Ah ah, don't you dare." she warned.

We instinctively stepped closer to Seraph as the woman held a knife to her neck. Ehann raised both his hands and emerged from his hiding spot. Seraph didn't react to what was happening.

As the woman lowered the knife from Seraph's neck, Alistair suddenly cast a spell that hit her. I rushed forward and pulled Seraph away. She struggled, but my grip was firm as she seemed weakened.

"Seraph, listen, it's us. Please wake up!" Morgan said, embracing her.

"Stay away from me! You're enemies!" Seraph angrily exclaimed. Her nails dug deeper, causing my arms to bleed, but I endured the pain.

We hurriedly left the mansion together, unaware of what awaited us. A gigantic dragon greeted us, a person perched upon its back.

I'd never seen this before. Its colossal wings, shimmering scales, and piercing eyes exuded an otherworldly aura. The sheer enormity of the creature sent shivers down my spine, while its presence commanded both fear and admiration.

Its scales gleamed with an iridescent sheen, reflecting the ambient light in a mesmerizing display of colors. The dragon's eyes glowed with an ancient wisdom, betraying intelligence beyond mere instinct. Its long, sinuous body coiled gracefully, muscles rippling beneath its majestic, armored exterior.