Lenaria: The Party Begins CONTINUED

Until Next Time- Part 6

It was raining.

The rain was freezing cold, added with a chilling breeze that swept  the rain against the village homes. With the pitter patter of the rain hitting the windows, the crew were stuck inside with nothing to do.

Evgenia and Victor were attempting to open their parent's journal, they've been at it all night. Evgenia yawned, irritably rubbing her eyes. Glaring at the book, Evgenia attempted once again to open it.

She used a spell, one she's casted over a hundred times since trying to release the eternum on the journal. Just like every other attempt, it failed. Her magic sputtered, the light from her hands flickering away.

Bitterly, Evgenia cursed. Victor sighed, pushing his bangs behind his ear. His hair was loose, laying softly at his shoulders. The male witch looked through a textbook, finding another unlocking spell they could attempt.

Meanwhile, Minerva was looking out the window, watching the sad rain hit the village. The knight, picking at her chipped nails, thought hard and deep about the war.

There was a million thoughts that raced through her head, thoughts about death, sadness, anger. But most importantly, she couldn't stop but keep thinking about August.

It's now been three years since she's seen August. He's changed, she's sure of it. She's changed. Minerva dreaded it but she knew that when she was going to see him again, it would be on the battlefield. And they would be fighting against each other.

It pained her chest just thinking about it. The image the Oracle had showed her back in Scarabi kept flashing in her head. The image of August, standing before her, covered in painful shadows that tormented both of them.

She could see it, how lonely August was. Those shadows that surrounded him... they were in replacement of people who should be there for him. If only Minerva could've convinced him.

Minerva just hoped that there was someone out there that could save him.

She raised her fingers to her lips, biting them anxiously.

Momoko was still lying in bed, unresponsive to others. But her normal breathing told everyone she was okay.

Adva was keeping an eye on the spirit, sitting on the other side of the bed. They were swinging their staff around, watching the green gem on it seemingly shimmer.

Sighing, Adva looked around the room.

They missed Bella. The bard had gone out to try to convince the swordman to train her.

Hopefully she wouldn't catch a cold.

...

She was so fucking cold.

Even with the coat she had brought along and the cloak, Bella was still shivering and drenched. She stood outside the man's house, looking at the drabby gray home.

With a cold wet hand, Bella knocked again. She had been outside for a good half hour. This was her fifth time knocking on the door.

Maybe she should just quit and go back to the others.

No.

She wasn't going to quit.

Bella's chin quivered as she violently started to pound on the door.

"I've been standing outside for half an hour! The least you could do is open the door!" Bella shouted, continuing to loudly knock. Her knuckles began to get sore but she didn't care. Whatever got this dude to look at her she'll do it.

Deep inside the house, Bella could hear a muffled curse.

There were stomps then the door opened, fully this time.