ꜱᴄᴀʀ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴋᴇʏꜱ

Chapter 23: Scarvern

Scarvern landed on the beach with graceful land. He turned to see Reylyn's usually fury filled face soaked and covered with sand and seaweed. Water was dripping from her hair. He was perfectly dry except for his damp hair.

"Was that really necessary?" She took the slimy seaweed off of her face with a disgusted sigh.

"Yes. It was to shut your trap," he replied bluntly with a dry expression on his face. "Not used to water, eh?"

"You're not much for fire," she was gritting her teeth and clenching and unclenching her fists.

Scarvern stared into the ocean. How would Scarlyn react to this?

Reylyn kept scowling as she felt the slimy seaweed on her hands.

"Do you need help over there or are you too hard headed to ask for it?" he asked smugly.

She rolled her eyes. "No, I got it," she took more seaweed off of her head and threw it in his direction.

He chuckled and manipulated the seaweed to read, "Help?"

"No thank you," she turned away from him, she had almost all the seaweed off of her face, but there was still residue on it.

Scarvern smugly grinned and went to the ocean. He put some water in his palms, and he made it go towards Reylyn's face.

She dodged it and now a part of the sand was all muddy.

"You're insufferable!" she scowled. "We need to get on with this quest before I hurt you,"

Scarvern raised his eyebrow. "You're awfully eager to go on a quest with me," he flattened his hair, and to his surprise, his outfit had changed to just jeans and a t-shirt.

"You look ready," Reylyn smirked. Her hair was now braided tightly and it went down her shoulder. Her gladius was sheathed on the waistband of her jeans.

He titled his head and mimicked the smirk. "I am ready,"

"Don't mock me," she warned. "This time-," she was interrupted when a wet piece of paper landed near her foot. She picked it up and scoffed at first, but she raised an eyebrow.

"Just another message," her face faltered, and she looked sad. She fidgeted with her fingers and adjusted the paper to the sun. "Fire's Wrath shall find the aftermath of the fire," Reylyn looked scared, and Scarvern knew from when they were younger she never got scared

"Water's mercy shall find the sturdy land of Verlynlyn." she squinted at the paper again. "Together," Reylyn bit her cheek angrily. "Do these stupid prophecy fantasies really think we'll go on this quest together?"

He glared at her with his brown eyes. "I don't want to go on this quest just as much as you don't. Plus we don't know what will happen if we don't find the keys,"

She cleared her throat and popped her knuckles. "You better have a weapon, because I'm not planning on finding two keys by myself,"

He slightly nodded and grabbed his notebook out of his pocket, but instead of throwing it across a room like he usually did, he flipped through the pages. He had realized there were scribbles of writing across it. It transformed into his sword to read anything.

Reylyn smiled. "That sword reminds me the one you had when we were kids,"

Scarvern turned his head to the side and looked at her. "Malice? The wooden one Scarlyn was horrified by?"

Reylyn grinned. "Yes, that one," She grabbed her own weapon from her sheath on the waistband of her jeans. It was gold with designs like waves. The fury in her face was back.

Well, I have to be extra careful now. "Any ideas how we're going to get to the locations on the paper?"

"Use our powers," she had a thinking face. She kneeled down and wrote something in the sand with her finger. "Cazzlyn's tornado made us run into you," she scowled at the thought. "Your wave ended with us being here, do you know this beach, anyways?"

He looked around the beach, and he recognized the deep hole of black sand. Scarvern nodded "The Fatal Beach,"

"Fatal? Then how have we not died yet?" Reylyn asked curiously.

"It isn't literally fatal. They call it the fatal beach because of the hole of black sand.'' He moved his eyes to the black sand.

She stood up and followed his gaze. "Oh," Reylyn looked up at the sky, like she was thinking. "That answers why I had black sand on my face when we landed here,"

He smiled.

"Well then," she grinned. "Ready?"

Scarvern raised an eyebrow. "For what?"

"This," she was making a ball of fire with her palms, her normal ice blue eyes were tinted orange. Reylyn flicked her head to the ball of fire. "It won't hurt you,"

"How do I even fit in that-" Reylyn had made the ball of fire human size, or at least enough for two teenagers to fit in it.

She had already stepped in it with a snarky grin across her face. "See? Safe."

"How in the-,"

"No questions, mister," she scoffed.

He stepped into the ball of fire with Reylyn reluctantly, but now he felt a little too warm. Maybe it was the fact that he was in a literal ball of fire. Or Maybe because he was shoulder to shoulder with her.