Mystics of the Light

Magic Comes with a Price

It was the next day, and the first thing I hear are shouts.

I was asleep, next to Jessica, and the others. I woke up my breath in unsteady gasps, as I looked around the meadows of flowers. What I saw made me horrified.

There were these weird black spirits, that had grim faces on them, and the flew around the dimming flowers. Most of the pixies were flying as fast as they could to Jess, and the others were using the same powder I saw in my vision to block the shady, ghost like, figures from coming any closer.

I looked around me, and the others already know what's up. I looked to Val and she had the same expression as I did. We had to save the Pixie Forest. She gave me an abrupt nod, and we ran down the hill on which Jessica stood. Rose and Lilac were flying behind us.

With pixie dust glittering besides us, we stopped in front of the translucent barrier of blue. It was like putting black dye into a glass and constantly shaking it around. The spirits flew in all sorts of directions, with no sign of stopping. Lilac then flew around the barrier. She studied it, cautiously, and soon she was going through her knapsack for a small pouch.

Full of a red dust.

Autumn and Jessica told me more about the dust that pixies held. They're all primary colors and neutral colors, but you could mix them together to get a completely different effect.

 Blue was like water: extinguishes fires, helps plants grow, and even cleanses you. White could speed up a process of any sort: crop growth, growth of living things, and even expansions of certain potions. Brown was used to make barriers, like how the pixies were doing so before. Yellow was rare, seeing how it could heal the worst of battle wounds and even bring a dying plant to life. And red.....

It acted like a killing weapon.

"Lilac!" Rose shouted, "If you use that, it could kill parts of meadow!"

"Rose," she interrupted, "That part of the meadow has been taken over by darkness. I might as well used this to let those flowers live a happier life, rather than being trapped in a veil of darkness."

Before Rose could protest anymore, Lilac blew the dust out of her hand. It went through the barrier, and before I could take another breath, the spirits were vanishing faster and faster. They made ear piercing screams and moans as they evaporated off into the air. When they were all gone, there lay browned and burned flowers and trees. 

Rose, Val and I gasped. Everything was so lively before, and now they were dark and dim. When I first came to the Pixie forest, which was only yesterday, I remembered everything glowing with life and pure essence. Now it was dull and horrid with death and destruction. I then realized that there was a pinch of red dust left in the center of the destruction.

It was like the non-living specks knew they were guilty.

"Oh..... my...... Mystics....." Rose trailed off.

Lilac then turned to leave. She probably knew that what she had done was a bad idea. Rose and Val followed behind her. Just I turned to leave, I looked back at the shining dust. Aspen told me that the dust was made of Ruby. Ruby here was nicknamed the "Death Stone" because the dust could kill the biggest tree, in the Spirit World, with just a pinch of it.

Who knew what it could do to a colony of pixies.

I started walking towards the hill that reached to the clouds, when I felt something burning me from my neck. I let out a a gasp of choking air, and Lilac, Rose and Val looked to see what was wrong. They all gasped just before I started kneeling. The pain became unbearable, within seconds, and I felt my chest being ripped open and torn apart. I shouted at the top of my lungs and shrieked with pain

"Reese!" I heard a muffled voice call.

I looked up and I could just barely make out a blurred out vision of a brown tall figure. 

"A-A.... Aspen...." I choked.

He couldn't kneel with his tree form, and what I saw was unthinkable. Aspen took one of his leaves, and he whispered something into it, before it went around him and made a funnel around his tree form. When the funnel vanished, Aspen was now a teenage boy. He was kneeling in front of me and he took a look at my arm.

It was covered in the red dust that was leftover.

"Reese," he said, "Everything's gonna be fine. Just hang in there."

Those were the last words I heard before he picked me up and carried me over to Jess; I blacked out before he could speak again.