The Chronicles of the Mages

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"Kendelle, dear, wake up..." Clytia's soothing voice nudged, but the limp female's body lay on the couch without a single sound or movement of acknowledgment. The lack of reaction furthered deepened the worry lines on the elder demon's expression, while glimmers of concern shimmered in her eyes.

She had been in this comatose state for months, and Clytia was unable to even see the outside world, much less take over the body.

The female backed away. It was only the thousandth time she had tried that day (at this point, with the connection to the outside world severed, she had lost the concept of days). Retreating defeatedly, she slid back into her chair and glanced sadly at the empty chair next to her, where normally, Kendelle sat.

She then raised her eyes to the portrait on the side wall. The one on the right held the painting of a raven-haired woman with vermillion hues, whilst, as she turned to the portrait on the symmetric, left side, a similarly appearing woman had silver eyes. Despondently, Clytia stared in front of her, out the glass wall, tracing with her eyes the outlines of a distant yet enormous silhouette.

Eventually, she got up, and she made her way out of the living room area. Traversing the halls, her red gown trailing behind her, she expertly navigated the hallways. When she came to a particular doorway, she pressed the pads of her fingers against the door to nudge it open. The antique door creaked open, and she found herself in a familiar library. She had already read every book in the vicinity, but these books took up the majority of her time. Being entrapped in another's subconscious, she didn't have much else to do.

The female returned to her chair with a navy bound book. She opened it, and with a shifty glance at Kendelle, she began reading, eyes scouring the pages.

For hours, she spent her time scouring through the pages. At some point, she made a conclusion: the informational book contained nothing useful for her situation. She glanced again at Kendelle, as though expecting a development over the past few hours (or however long it had been). She was still not moving.

Clytia sighed disappointedly to herself. The book slid off her lap and landed on the torn carpet with a thud, setting up small dust clouds in the process. She didn't take much notice; her gaze was steadily focused on the distant outline outside. Instead of tracing its lines, her vermillion orbs were fixated on a single point.

She had sat several minutes in silence, until an idea occurred to her. She got up, again, her fingertips bunching up her dress as she held it up and allowed it to trail behind her as she then walked around the chair, and down the hallway.

The clicking of the heels echoed solemnly away. She advanced in the dark, abandoned halls.

Outside was extremely windy. The gusts were ceaselessly and relentlessly beating at Clytia's thin strands and floor-length gown. Her tresses tangled around her horns, and small debris threatened to get into her eye, but she was focused on advancing ahead. Her heels sunk into the gray dust below with every step, and the extreme gusts caused a small sandstorm. Nevertheless, she advanced.⠀⠀⠀⠀

At some point, in the midst of dull gray, a sudden flash of color caught her attention. Immediately filled with hope and shock, her scarlet eyes snapped to a patch on the ground. Her eyes widened. There, before her eyes, a small patch of purple dust on the ground.

'Pixie dust...'

Encouraged, she continued ahead, more determined than ever.

Finally, she had reached the enormous, crystalline structure. From the distance, when she peered at it through the window, its figure was not nearly as grand as it was now. Standing in front of it now, a single crystal petal alone towered several feet above Clytia's tall stature. In the sandstorm with low visibility, she could not even see the tip of the single petal, much less the height of the entire lotus. The petal itself as like a wall, filled with gray and lifeless tones. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀