Part two | Chapter Thirty-one-
"A story beyond its understanding"
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A new era. In time, space, and dimension. Somewhere, someplace, there is a fighter, waiting to strike.
Often, a fighter is mistaken for their intentions. They fight with a cause for the better, or so they think, but a fighter is not a villain. It is one who fights, with the intentions of good, simply willing to get their hands dirty. Like Anastasia, she didn't hold bad ends, and never had intentions of it. Anastasia was yet a youthful girl with a bundle of hopes and anticipations upon the future- when the day arose, she would leave her kingdom, Wrudour, to the outskirts of the united states, somewhere far, far away. She hopes to one day take off in her venture. Unfortunately, that was a promise, she did not get to keep; like many.
Alex on another page wishes to complete her studies, continuing her desire for writing as she goes along her life for answers. She has the capacity of a persistent little girl, disguised by a face of maturity and charm. Driven to her attentive, cold, reputation, and soothing serenade followed through the library columns.
But soon, all will be forgotten.
Because nothing is left when oblivion strikes. And for this case, the oblivion does not creep too far way.
A deceived spell, performed by only the enchantress of far away kingdoms. Demanded to be performed at high risk, delicately followed, and used for emergency purposes only.
*1...Set forth your dominant hand*
*2...Bring out your pulse to your heart.*
*3...Repeat: 'Oh mighty gods and goddesses of enchanting magic...Lend me the force, the outcome of time itself; bring me the wisdom, the ability for time itself; grant me a power, for time itself;* x1
*4...Chant, alongside outlining the magic circle on the palm of your dominant hand (page 366): 'O, dynatos archontas; synchoreste me, daneiste mou mia defteri efkairia.* x1
*5...Draw a circle against the palm of your non-dominant hand with a pulse knife. Allowing the blood to drip as it falls to your dominant hand*
*6...Set forth your dominant hand, 'Passage through crime, show me the portal through time'
*Enchantment spell: TTT (Travel through time)*
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Behind me, I could hear a faint thump.
knock, knock, knock. "She's here," I blurt.
Here goes nothing.
In awes of fright, I jump. Slowly, my hands are reaching the roof's edge, I struggle with my hands firmly attached to the rim. Holding back the sweat, and pain aching from my body as I strived.
At that moment, I thought I would have let go for good. I snapped, to the voice of hers, against mine. Maybe, just maybe, if I hadn't heard her voice- I would've lost faith. My body hung from my fully extended arms, in hopes of climbing up. It felt unreal, the frightening kind. What did I think would happen, anyway? It's not like I would've suddenly gained superpowers for all I know. I tipped my head, as I thought of the next move.
Oh wow, this is really happening, a thought crosses my mind. I could spot the sky over the platform I was hanging on, yellow bled through the outskirts of its radiance. While the light faded into nirvana.
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