Wizards

CHAPTER 2: Embrace Destiny

It was dark and what Rei could only hear were droplets coming from every direction as though it was echoing inside her head. She breathes slowly, vaguely recalling exactly what happened.

     Mrs. Scott . . . Norris Mansion . . . weird painting on the ceiling . . . and a guy named Eliot.

     That was right. . . . She thought. There was a man named Eliot.

     "Hello?" she said.

     Her voice echoed as though she was inside an empty chamber. She wanted to walk but felt no ground. And now that she thought about it, she doesn't feel her existence at all. It was as though she's just a floating thought in an empty void. Yet she hears droplets and now . . . voices. She counted two. A man and a woman. . . .

     "Is that even possible?" said the man — he sounded like a coward.

     To which a woman answered nonchalantly, "One might wonder," she said. "T'was a direct hit. . . . She should've died."

     "Well, she didn't. What's that supposed to mean?" the man answered, half exclaimed. "It has been a week, Dr. Ortega. Her stats should've been dropping four days ago."

     "I am well aware, Dr. Ilagan. I lead this observation. . . . She is just a mystery left unsolved, that's all."

     Slowly, the voices were starting to sound muffled.

     "Everything's going up! Page Dr. James! Don't worry, child . . . we'll do everything. Stay with us. . . ."

     Rei yelled, "Hello?"

     Nobody answered. . . . And the voices started to fade away.

     "What's going on?"

     Rei turned in every direction trying to find the voices. But the voices were coming from all directions, echoing violently, but fading gradually. Even her voice was starting to fade.

     "Where am I? Help me!" she cried. Her voice, now close to none, "Help me!" she screamed.

     Everything was silent. . . .

At one hundred sixtieth floor of the Guild Tower, the wooden door of the Death Squad Room slammed open and a DS — a term everyone uses to identify a Death Squad member — called Jovial came rushing in.

     The room belongs to the five masters of the dark arts in Terravir. They were called the Death Squad for particular reasons; one of such was that anyone who came across a DS often never sees the light of day. They were trained to battle to the last breath and to not take any prisoners unless necessary.

     Everyone in the room turned to face him; the youngest man (and the loudest) in their group. Jovial — tall, dark hair, thick eyebrows, blue eyes, and strong jawline — was wearing his almost-everyday orange hoodie, camouflage baggy shorts, and orange rubber shoes.

     Jovial scanned the room. He was looking for someone in particular, but only found a blonde woman with eyes as blue as his named Morrigan who was sitting on the black circular couch that was placed in the middle of the room.

     She couldn't remember the last time someone mentioned her real name. It was long gone as far as everyone's concerned. The moment she became a part of the Death Squad at the age of eighteen was the birth of her new life and her new name — Morrigan. She was sitting on the couch, one foot resting up on the table. She was wearing a gray tank top and black tactical pants, and she was cleaning her fingernails with a combat knife.