CURSE OF THE EVER REALMS

Chapter 6: All our Ghosts

Now with their new identities. Although forced upon them at first. Both Sam and Marc feel a sense of power. Invincible and god-like.  Walking through the parade of mystical shops that pass them by, the looks they are getting are as if they are rock stars. Out of the blue someone takes a picture of them both and asks if they can pose with them. Obliging, standing with this stranger as other strangers take images of them, it all seems very surreal. Looking directly at the sunset coloured eyes of Eman, Sam looks at him and mouths words to him to help her understand what's happening.

Once they leave, like excited teenagers they both cannot help but ask what is going on.

"What was that Eman? They we're excited to see us but they do not know us? This is all seems a little weird." Sam turns around to see a sea of an adoring crowd and sighs turning around back to Eman and tapping her foot, arms crossed.

"I mayyyy have accidentally turned you into Evan of the Ether and his girlfriend Talouisi. They may be the world famous masters of the mind that people fan girl over. I needed a great disguise and this works perfectly." Eman's skin goes a little pink from embarrassment.

"What!? You chose to turn us into famous casters!? You are a mad man!" Marc no longer finding his disguise fun, pacing around while the on lookers try to listen in. Eman decides to transport them away from the eyes of the crowd.

As they transport to behind the shops in a quaint alleyway, shrouded in mystery, Eman shows them a magical image that appears as a hologram in mid air infront of them. It shows them the disappearance of the legendary casters that were known by Evan of the Ether and Talouisi. It speaks of one being a psychic type and the other being able to take shape of any element she liked,they had gone missing after they were attacked by a shapeshifter from the skies.

"Eman....it says these two we're attacked by a flying shape-shifter. Has this anything to do with you?" Marc can see right through his deceitful words of manipulation as he tries hard to get them to see his side. Eman becomes aware that he is no longer the trusted companion from before and gulps a little air before Marc pushes him against the cold brick of the wall.

"What is your game here Eman? If that even is your name!" Marc feels his eyes burning as his power locks onto this man's dirt riddled skin, just before his rage peaks, the emblem on the back of Eman's hand lights up forcing him away. Eman's emblem of that of a tattooed sun in a tribal form that burns red marking his hand each and every time it engulfs his skin. 

Eman grabs at Marc's throat with a strength neither of them expected. Nails growing deep into the skin of his neck, breaking the warm flesh and releasing the red fluids below, the pumping of the blood seems to make this traitors strength grow. Sam finds her own ability throwing a pulse of electricity through the air and hitting Eman's hand off Marc. Struggling to stand Marc is helped by Sam to hobble off back out into the crowds.

Eman, the highest spell caster with endless awards and accommodations from the leading coven in the whole of the Ascension is leader of The Red Robes. Yet he was seen to be struggling against Marc's casting ability. 

"You will regret ever doing that to me! The greatest caster the red robes ever seen!" Eman, shouts out with a thundering voice, he does a dark laugh as they both look back at him with disgust and then turn almost invisible in the sea of people.

As Eman's emblem burns into the back of his hand he screams out slightly, having to bite his lip to stop from being too loud as to not be noticed. Looking at the burnt parts of the discoloured skin tones, it feels raw but it itches at same time. Uncomfortable but he is not at all phased. Eman is very strong willed and will walk through fire to help himself, a selfish and neurotic individual but a big character that draws people to him like moths to a flame.  Forming a Chinese dragon shaped mysterious black smoke Eman is gone like paper in the breeze.