Two Worlds: Clash of the Guardians (Completed)

0 - A Backstreet Boy - Part I.5

Vadiraj

In the year of 8835, Reminis Calendar (RC)

True to Vadiraj's prediction, the elder wizards, upon seeing him, gossiped behind his back.

Only the ingenuous children playing in the field dared pelt him with pebbles. 

"Look, it's the boy who was dumped by his parents! What a mess he is!" 

They continued teasing him and pelting him with more pebbles. The stones clawed at his skin and one missed his left eye by inches. They are not worth your attention. Without looking at them, Vadiraj walked on. He didn't run. Running would make him look weak.

When he reached the crockery shop with earth-tone brick walls, the crowds dispersed away as if he was someone who spread fatal plague. The plump owner didn't even admire his creation. After giving him a round gold coin, he shooed him away. 

In spite of their treatment, Vadiraj smiled.

Standing on the doorstep, he admired the coin. A white-winged Pegasus was stamped on the surface. The name of their currency, Lucratz, was molded on the wings of the realm's mascot. A gold coin equated to one hundred Lucratz. He could buy lots of stuff.

Vadiraj lingered in the town to purchase some woolen clothes and pastries for his sister.

The owner of Milona's Cakes gasped at his wealth. "Where did you get the money? You stole—"

"I earned it, fair and square." Vadiraj's voice sounded brusque. Unflinching, he held the woman's glare and shot daggers at her. She gave up finally and handed him a bag full of bagels and scones. Before leaving, Vadiraj said, "One day, I'll earn lots of money and I'll buy your shop."

The woman's expression was epic.

Vadiraj couldn't stop himself from laughing as he stepped on the cobblestone road. The sky had begun to don herself in magenta robes, and only the scattering stars lit his path. All of a sudden, wings swooped past his head. A group of wizards flew along the airborne highways, hurrying to beat the falling night. Their speed reduced as they reached a row of multi-hued cottages. Calling their eagles to a halt, they landed on a clumsy gallop before crawling into their abodes.

Several women were yelling at those ingenuous children, who were still playing in the field.

"Get in the house! The Vampists are about to hunt!"

Afar, Vadiraj saw a league of armoured sorcerers gathering around the border of Tangle Town. With a wave of their wands, lightning bolts spread through The Mirage of Agatium. Vadiraj scratched his chin as he watched the commotion. The Vampists... Are they real? He had once heard some elder wizards mention the blood suckers attacking the town fifty years ago. But after the massacre, they had become silent until their existence was questioned.

Vadiraj wondered who had spread the rumour about the arising of the Vampists.

"Strengthen the mirage's protection with more Lacrimas! Never release the spell after nightfall!"

Standing under the wood plank, the Chief Guard shouted his instructions. The Lacrimas were crystalline balls that could absorb lightnings from the Heavens. Any unauthorized personnel crossing the boundary protected by the Lacrimas would be stricken by lightnings.

This is Advanced Magic. The Vampists must be powerful.

Vadiraj thought as he walked past the mirage and headed towards the woods. He heard that the Vampists looked like normal mages, which was a good deception for them to gain entrance into the town, and they always hunted after dusk. It was no doubt that the guards were so on edge. Behind him, locks clicked, sealing out the dusk as Vadiraj swerved around a corner and ducked into a deserted alley. The Vampists... Of course they are not real. They are a mere legend.