Love is A Magical Thing

chapter 6

When Sorcerer Do took an Advice From a Talking Beaver

Sorcerer Do exhaled his breath slowly, focusing his attention toward the connection between his mind and the energy field he had given onto the Cherry Underwood forest and the water sources. Tingling sensation began to form all over his body. The surge of energy hummed faintly, singing a faint melody only he could hear.

He frowned. Something was not right. There was a disturbing incongruous flow of energy, creating cacophonous, inharmonious tune. It was as if something was trying to break into the energy field he created. Something that had enough source of energy to maintain itself for seven days. The lines between his eyes went deeper. He did not detect anything out of place before, and any power with this level of intensity should have been spotted easily.

Prince Jongin gazed intensely at Sorcerer Do.
He knew something was disturbing Sorcerer Do's peace of mind. The sorcerer's expression remained calm as always, but the subtle changes his face made did not go unnoticed by the prince, as his eyes never left the latter from the very beginning.

His Kyung Kyung's huge eyes got slightly larger, blinking two times less than usual. The left corner of his lips twitched, it was subtle, but Prince Jongin could tell even with his eyes half-opened. His eyes were half-opened most of the time, anyway.

"What's the matter, Kyungie?" He asked softly, carefully so as to not break the sorcerer's concentration.

The sorcerer gave Prince Jongin a short glance, huffing heavily. "There is something wrong. I need to figure it out before the energy reaches its peak and triggers the first rainfall," Sorcerer Do answered grimly. He didn't have much time. The accumulated energy would be released soon. To chant a contra-spell at this rate was impossible, and he could be harmed badly if he tries to force the energy to cease. The only solution was to destroy the source of the unknown flow of energy.

"Yo yo yo!" A squeaky voice distracted his thought. Sorcerer Do ran his gaze over the area to find the source, but all he could see were endless lines of cherry trees and a prince.

"How about you bend your pretty head a little bit lower babe?"

Sorcerer Do unwillingly complied. "Down, down, down, down," the voice owner squeaked in a high-pitched, irritating tone.

Sorcered Do grunted, but did as he was told nonetheless. He lowered his line of sight, looking for the voice owner. The sorcerer grouched as he found what he believed the thing that was talking to him. It was a talking beaver. The aquatic rodent stood gallantly, its flat broad tail was tucked between its webbed hind-feet. The beaver raised its eyes toward the sorcerer, looking at him with a smoldering gaze. Thick brown fur covered its body, slightly longer over the head area, closely (and strangely) resembling heavy bangs, long and rounded around its face.

"What are you?" The sorcerer gruffed.

"Name's Justin Beaver babe," the cocky beaver swayed its fringe stylishly. "I feel a tug inside my heart seeing those creases formed on your pretty little face. What's up babe?" It grinned, showing its huge front teeth.

Sorcerer Do huffed. He thought he'd go crazy; he was about to confer his problem to a talking beaver (an obnoxious one at that), but he really could not think any other way. The clock was ticking, and the unidentified energy might explode anytime.