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49: THE ABANDONED MAZE🔐

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@Ethereal_Dreamx

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THE ABANDONED MAZE🔐

The sound of an approaching horse did well to rouse him from his much needed slumber. He had been up all night trying to strengthen his core. And now, though he had succeeded, he was tired, conked, wasted and he desperately needed to rest. But, that horse making it's way in his direction made him to understand that he would not get what he wanted, at least not now for the one person who would dare to bring a horse to his sanctuary was none other than the Emperor. He hoped that there had better be a good reason or excuse for this unwarranted impromptu visit and a rather perturbing intrusion.

He sat up on bed groggily, his waist long topaz blue and black hair loose around him. He was a rough sleeper and therefore there was hair in his mouth and some also tangled all around him. He murmured a rather lengthy jeremaid as he got down from the bed and began a familiar chant. Light whirled around him as the intensity of his words grew, topaz on colour like his hair. He was fully dressed by the time the chant ended in a few seconds and the topaz blue light vanished. He mumbled three foreign words and turned, teleporting himself into tge receiving area of his sacred niche to patiently await his august visitor.

He rendered his core, opened his spirit portal and entered into the other realm, the realm of magic, connecting with the spirits and others to know what was going on. The minions on ground conduced information and relayed it to him by simply proceeding to deliver the procured information directly into his ears. All in all, he gathered that the Emperor's woman was missing. He nearly screamed not her again into the atmosphere. Was that even a good reason for the intrusion! He groused under his bed as his magical security system detected the Emperor's presence at the door of his niche. The man came into his sacred grounds.

'My Lord, be rest assured that no harm shall come to her,' he informed him. 'Therefore quell your worries for they are unwarranted.'

'I can't find her,' was all he simply said to the warlock. His voice betrayed his desperation.

'Be rest assured My Lord because no one took her. She left of her own accord you see?'

'She did? To where?' Then, suddenly, a thought came to him. 'She... She didn't escape or something right?' he asked the warlock.

'That pixilated lady, I wish she did. No, she did not. I shall summon Quei to help us pinpoint where exactly she is on these grounds.'

'Please Matrix, do so,' he pleaded with the blue haired man. His earlier agitated voice was just a little bit less worried at that moment.

'Sedu mon gus sara na te ghe. Avec comple sano rivo mena sicker kia,' the warlock began his usual chant in the language of magic. His voice rose a notch as the chant grew. And then there was light.

It was that familiar reddish orange light that began to form in the bedroom as his chant grew. It brought with it as always the rich redolence of freshly cut oranges. The light grew also with his voice, going gradually from lackluster to a warm but bright glow, iridescent and lustrous. And soon when Matrix kept quiet and everything went placid, he sensed it all too well. It was Quiero Quei, she had arrived.

'Avon the warlock, will you and this obstinate demon never let me rest in time? Will you?' she asked them in a soft voice that gave away the fact that she was neither offended at being summoned by them but was only just pretending to be.

'I am sorry to bother you Quiero Quei,' Matrix proceeded to humour her. 'But, your ward is missing and we need your help to find her quick before she falls into danger.'