A formidable foe... the Fourth King of the Sea has earned my respect for his crushing power and well manners. Though I am quite old and ancient on other's account, in front of him, I am but a mere toddler who just learned how to crawl.
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Graciano and I didn't wait for long before a dozen Gelumnatio guards with Hallam and Ingeborg arrived at the burnt house. They marveled at the beautiful Combustioantitheus amber that Graciano created and attempted to arrest him before they realized that he is a Lunist and left us be. The guards spoke with each other in mumbles, possibly about the power Graciano holds, and Ingeborg and Hallam approached us. They asked if we are okay and a bleeding Graciano replied "it's not okay, but we are fine."
Minutes later Ridge also revealed himself. He claimed that he saw an entire fricking waterfall descend upon the Gelumnatio Territory before his eyes were glued to the massive glacier Graciano made. Seconds later, Ridge came into his sense and tended Graciano's wounds. Though mind reading isn't my specialty, I know that Hallam and Ingeborg are thinking about the same thing as I am: turns out the prejudice that every Silvestro are either doctors or medics is true. After Graciano's wounds were covered in green healing leaves that are as big as my palm, Hallam and I Human Crutched him and the five of us went back to our quarters, which is surprisingly not really far away. When we reached our dorms, Hallam and I carefully placed Graciano onto his bed. Hallam then walked away to hand in our quest and left the four of us in our dorms.
The second he left, Ridge crawled through his bed with a smile and offered me the green healing leave which he called "Sang Basil". "It would suck out your dead blood." Ridge said. I was about to apply it to my wounds when I watched in horror as the Sang Basil on Graciano's body turned red. Ridge assured me that the plant would turn into the color of your blood, which would be blue in my case. Wrong. It would turn red for me too.
"On second thought, I will pass." I said to Ridge, whom is sitting on my bed.
"What, you scared of blood sucking plants?" Mocked Ridge.
"Wrong, us Gelumnatio's bloods are precious." Cut in Ingeborg, whom sat on the bed near the end of the room. Technically, it's the truth, but I know she meant to defend me.
"Of course, of course, bloods are precious..." Mumbled Ridge as he crawled back onto his bed. While he's not looking, I gave Ingeborg a thumb up, she returned it with a wink.
Graciano saw it all, but it doesn't matter if he knows anymore. He saw me bleed red, he saw me using fire, he saw me showing once too many emotions on my face, and he saw me in pain; too much hints dropped at once for him that he should know by now. Without thinking, I realized that Graciano and I are staring at each other. I couldn't read his face and he couldn't read mine. What are you, he mouthed. I shrugged and went to sleep.
I slept through the entire night in a breeze. When I woke up, I only saw Hallam and Ingeborg. They were mumbling about some subject. I decided to just ignore them and maybe go meet with Marvick to train my fire. Before I could step out of the door, I heard Ingeborg calling my name. "Willier, you idiot, Gelumnatio don't sleep." Oh crap.
Regardless of my lack of knowledge on the Gelumnatio, I still met with Marvick and practiced my Controlled Fire. Marvick found out that I don't even need to concentrate to use Controlled Fire, so at the end of our training, he said that the next time we met, we are going to learn something new. We walked back to the city as Marvick kept talking about Combustioantitheus politics and stuff. However, he froze on the spot as his sight traced to the top of the hill we were walking on. I followed his gaze and found Graciano and an old boy Combustioantitheus there.
"So... Marvick... you taught a freaking Gelumnatio the art of the fire of the soul..." Spoke the Combustioantitheus slowly.
"Eh, brother, he is not just a Gelumnatio." Spoke Marvick. "He is, after all, the son of Pyrrhus."
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The Manipulators
FantasiI thought up of this story in my mind for three years, and I am going to write it out. Currently, this is a solo project with random inspiration from various sources. Do note that the author of this story might be bad at English. It is also recommen...
