Mavobella: The Angel Of Death

Chapter 39

“So... now what?” Nicole asked, glancing around. “How exactly is this fluffy thing supposed to help us?”

“I don’t know,” I admitted, trying to hide my uncertainty. “But I have a feeling it knows something we don’t. Look!”

The creature hovered above us, its soft, luminous form pulsing in faint hues of violet and silver. As it hummed, the air around us felt charged, and symbols—strange, intricate ones—flashed momentarily in the glow. They hung there in the air, swirling and shifting before fading.

Wade squinted, stepping closer. “That... was definitely a sign. It’s communicating.”

As if hearing him, the creature floated ahead, its fluffy form emitting a faint glow that carved a path through the dense mist. Its silent beckoning was impossible to resist. We moved deeper into the woods, the towering ancient trees casting long, eerie shadows, their branches tangled in the fog like skeletal hands reaching out to us. The air felt heavier with each step, as if the forest itself was holding its breath, watching us.

The trail led us to a clearing, where the trees parted in a perfect circle. There was an unsettling stillness here, the kind that made the hairs on the back of my neck rise. Suddenly, the ground beneath us began to shimmer, a pulse of energy rippling through the earth. My feet wobbled, and for a moment, it felt like we were standing on water, the solid ground shifting into something fluid and unstable.

I glanced at Wade, whose sword had started to hum faintly, its orange glow intensifying. Nicole, ever alert, tightened her grip on her gun, the green liquid inside swirling violently.

"What now?" I muttered, feeling a knot of tension building in my chest as the shimmering beneath us grew stronger, more insistent, like the island itself was waking up.

“What's happening?” Nicole gasped, stepping back as a bright light enveloped us.

The light faded as quickly as it came, and we found ourselves standing on a shimmering beach of sparkling sand, unlike anything I had ever seen. The grains twinkled like crushed gemstones under a sky that was no longer the familiar blue, but a swirl of radiant colors—lavender, rose gold, and deep cerulean. The entire place felt like it was pulsing with energy, alive in a way that our world wasn’t.

“Where... are we?” Wade asked, turning slowly to take in the enchanted world around us. Unicorns with glowing manes grazed by a crystalline stream, their hooves lightly stirring the sand. Griffins soared through the radiant skies, their wings leaving trails of silver light. In the distance, I spotted fairies flitting among the rainbow-colored trees.

“This... isn’t part of the island,” Nicole whispered. “Is it?”

“I don’t think we’re on the island anymore,” I muttered, trying to shake off the dizziness from the teleportation. “Or maybe we are, just... deeper.”

The creature hovered beside us, its soft hum filling the air. It seemed calm now, but as I gazed at the surrounding landscape, I noticed something odd—a faint, familiar symbol etched into the trees nearby, glowing softly, just like the ones we'd seen back in the caven, during the venture of the first gem.

“Look at that,” I pointed, my voice low. “It’s the same markings.”

Nicole and Wade stepped closer, their eyes narrowing as they examined the trees. The symbols were subtle, yet unmistakable—intricate patterns that seemed to shift and pulse with a rhythm of their own.

“These symbols... they’re part of the island,” Wade murmured. “But why would they be here?”

“Maybe this place is part of the island,” I suggested, my mind racing. “Like... the island’s heart. Some kind of magical core.”