A Spirit's Strength || ON HIATUS

Prologue

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The rain patted heavily against the concrete floor as the rumbling sounds of the dark grey clouds' thunders strike against the bleak sky, the weather reporter had announced that an unexpected storm would come crashing onto the streets of Paris and had strictly suggested the French people to stay inside their homes until the dangerous storm disappears to be replaced with the bright sunny day. Many had listened to the advice of the reporter, although a patter of fast footsteps zoomed across the abandoned alleyways that came from a couple of two who continued their race as they dashed from one place to another.

They took heavy breaths as they endlessly scurried over long pathways in Paris, attentively looking over their shoulders as if they were being chased by an ungodly being – and so they were.

"In here!" The male among them hollered at the woman, gesturing towards a narrow path that leads further into an unknown location, although that didn't matter inside the minds of the couple as the only thing that was important to them at the moment was to get themselves to safety.

The woman trusted her husband's instincts and immediately rushed past him as she went through the narrow path, though as she would like to proceed further into the the deep abyss, she halted on her tracks upon realizing that the man had not followed her fleeting figure.

"Tom?!" She screamed as she turned behind her to see the said man pull out his wand from his pockets while he gazed through his shoulder to see his wife. "Go! I'll distract her!" He exclaimed before he readied himself at his spot, his figure slowly dissipating into a mixture of white and translucent blurs through the heavy rain from the eyes of the wife.

She couldn't handle the thought of leaving him behind, but when he peered over again and determinedly nodded at her, she knew that she had to keep going – both for them and for their daughter.

She then, resumed sprinting deeper into the mystical road while her husband was left behind. He watched as his wife's figure slowly became a tiny speck from the midst of the falling rain before she finally disappeared in the dark way, he took a deep breath as he trained his focus on the approaching figure that was once behind them though now in front of him.

The figure turned into her original size after she had come face to face with Tom Dupain, his stance firm and tall along with his buff exterior, blocking her from the path towards her goal. Her teeth gritted in frustration upon the sight of the man's decision to prevent her from attaining her master's dream; her master had told her that she could do anything in her power to obliterate anything that comes in their way, and it seemed that Monsieur Dupain chose to do things the hard way.

"Step away from my way monsieur, and I can assure you that no harm will come to your family," she blatantly claimed as she tried chewing on her lip from that obvious lie, and she knew that Tom wouldn't believe in the misery of the outcome.

"No harm?" He scoffed. "Then leave my family alone, my daughter isn't something to feast on!" He ruthlessly hissed, his grip on his wand tightened as it shook under the burning anger that fueled within him.

The lady hummed as her eyes narrowed into slits. "Maybe not to me, but to my master," she replied, incredulous to the gruesome fate of her master's bidding that he had portrayed to her as an uprising of true power and magic evolution, one that holds this essence shall create the most magnificent expands that could carry the wishful desires of the beholder – and that would be her master.

Although this only caused the roaring beast within Tom to emerge into an outrage of their ridiculous excuses. The power of magic is extraordinary, and he cannot deny that, but what he can defy of magic is that it isn't what everyone wanted it to be. The inner depths of the wistful fantasies could bring together a mind of wonderful imaginations upon the existence of wizards and witches alike and unalike to grow more of what was hidden in the world of mysteries; though magic had became an important procedure of their everyday lives, there is still a limit of its exclusiveness that drives one's potential with magic to forget what is the true meaning of magic.