They passed through Aro's friend's window getting all the necessary elements for the "Ritual". As the afternoon approached Aro went out for a walk to calm his nerves. As he walked down the street, he saw the Asylum of the Magic Maddened. It was the only place in the village where the magic kinds could not perform magic. It was some astrological reason which Aro was unclear about.
But he didn't want to linger around there for more as the effect of that area might affect him and his potentiality. Walking further, he went to his Grandparents' house for blessings. He then went home.
The time of the Ritual was near. Everyone had gathered around the Village Temple. It was supposed to begin from there. The Ritual began with a mass prayer.
When the prayer ended, Shaire began to panic. She knew there was an unwanted guest there, she didn't want his little brother's event, that he had worked so hard on, to ruin. And for him to be sent to the Asylum.
Everyone turned around and there he was, Balsdor, with heaps of plastic ready to suffocate everyone. Aro was known for a quick temper. And he had completely lost it now.
Angrier than ever, he got up from his place. As soon as his eyes met with that of the Mephistopheles, the plastic heaps started to burn. It caught fire. Balsdor screamed on top of his voice and started burning.
Shaire now knew exactly what his brother's fate was. Because the weird part was that the fire was Blue.
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Blue
General FictionA Short Story... Mainly based on Magic and Myth. (Don't we all just love these two, right?) Hey! I am a novice writer. I have great plots in mind, but don't know if people might like it or not. This Short Story is just a quick check for me to know i...
