Misfortune Without A Conscience #Wattys2017

Chapter 4-2

Soon the radiant talisman had brightened the room's atmosphere, it had seemingly absorbed every sort of colour and converted them by sparkling a portrayal of drab and dullness. With the following, it had somehow shined a spectrum of warm and harmonious colours for which complemented the dull and bleak room. The dreary and unpleasant air soon dissipated, which then was replaced by a bright and embellishing colour that was intense and impressionistic.

The talisman was indeed astounding, for it had evidently brought significant powers, but was it worth it, or perhaps the challenge in the forthcoming, that great? I ought no idea during those circumstances, as it was certainly true that there was a reason. A reason that had somehow been a secret, censured from me, and probably everyone else. "What is this for? Why must you use such a powerful stone?" I asked in a puzzled stance. I was definitely unsure why such a prodigious gemstone should be used to forge a talisman. There was certainly other uses for it, not for the sake, of the community, but for the certain individual. I had believed that a book once said that gemstones that seemed to be radiant and ornamental were assured to be at least of adequate in crafting a wand, for which could offer much more power to one individual. It is better, than one for the sake of all. "You'll understand, there would be conflict to arise in the near future." Professor Vaughn uttered.

Soon, the oaken door had seemed to creak. As if a muffled and soft noise proclaimed a presence; it was certainly true, as a feminine figure for which was one that was rather recognisable appeared. It was Prudence indeed. Her wonderful and booming voice proclaimed a statement that was somehow lush and melodic. "Hello, it seems as if we should start practicing now." Her incredibly welcoming tone was something I had admired, for I could not comprehend how someone would be so true yet delicately sweet. That was certainly something I was incapable of, I had preferred isolation, complimented by constant thoughts.

She had proceeded to wield her wand for which then somehow responded by ejecting a dim, cerulean blast of particles which propelled towards me. I had not realised that one was certainly capable of casting a spell without usage of enchantments, I was certainly wrong. Perhaps that could explain the sudden disappearance of my spell, for which Professor Vaughn defended with ease. The beam had seemingly radiated of her wand, for which was a white and hazel oaken stick yet somehow seemed like was glinting through the shimmers of light, for which the vials embroidered it. Then, the emission had somehow disappeared by the initiation of an obstacle, a celestial barrier had somehow interfered the emission, for which lunged it into the air, rapidly dissipating the jagged stream of particles. Somehow it had seemed to be the emission of the talisman for which was radiant and beaming in light, the talisman had seemingly projected an invisible barrier for which was somehow impassable, perhaps for temporary causes at least. It had somehow reacted briskly, even so, without activation, was simply incredible. The talisman was glinting in a subtle and soft methodical, almost as if it had acted unresponsive and unyielding, pretending that it was somehow not its conduct that helped me.

"Wow, truly astonishing, your capabilities are!" Prudence exclaimed in certain joy. The barrier soon dissipated, it had seemingly emitted an azure blue colour, for which was visible in my perspective, the undulating breeze that came along the brisk disappearance of it was somehow pleasant. Though minor, it was definitely present in my part, it had depicted its propensity and power, for which was recognisable as an undermining threat. Granted, I had believed it was capable of demonstrating more power, for this was just a mere temporal defence and certainly nothing more, somehow I thought, the battles would be much more significant that one could perceive. "It wasn't.." I responded before a brisk interruption occurred. "I'm sure it was, how could it not be?" Prudence exclaimed with a laudable yet unrestrained tone. For it was certain that it wasn't an act of mine, I could not but assert and somehow deny, yet my instinct prohibited it; as if attempting to proclaim a sly action, which would lead to indistinguishable results. Perhaps that was the trait I was content with, lying, truly astounding in fact that was a reflection of some authoritative and resonant instinct, it was almost as if; I was capable of scarcely determining what is true or not, though it had seemingly been unseen.