The White Chronicle

Chapter 18 - The Figure and the Spear

The town of Vale is grateful for the help of Shamir from saving them from another conflict with the Aswang but they are still cautious how to deal with the sleeping Aswang outside. They might wake up and be angrier from the state they are on. Vale's guardsmen are discussing if they should just kill them while they are asleep but the Mayor warns them that it only takes one drop of blood from either side for a fight between their town and the Aswang to occur.

Leshin still stand his ground that he killed the two Sigbin as it was neutral ground and he just did it to keep the Chronicler from any harm. The rest of the guardian agrees but they are still undecided how to move forward.

"Yes, but the two Sigbin are alive with their witchcraft. We tried to explain it again and again but they are hot headed and they won't listen to reason." The mayor Nicanor raise his concern and advice the group to make amends without any bloodshed. They agree and wanted to convince the Aswang on their side and maybe they can make a deal around it.

Shamir raised her hands and jumps with glee. "Oh! I got just the thing. So I guys just want to make friends with them right?"

"If that is possible then yes, I would like them to understand that it is not the Vale or anyone's fault. Leshin is just doing his job as the guardian of the Chronicler" Mayor Nicanor replied.

"Not a problem." Shamir then pulls her pouch and open it up. She blows into the pouch and golden sand that glitter like the night sky spread into the air. The sands are carried by the winds and are flying across the town and over the town's gate. Then the sands slowly settled on to the sleeping Aswang. They inhale the golden sands into their nose and mouth.

Then Shamir's magic manifested on her body. Purple and gold mist started to flow from her skin and swirls around her. She puts back the pouch in her waist. She closes her eyes and she inhales the mist around her. Once she opens her eyes, she started speaking in a language that no one can understand. Except for Jasmine, the power of the Chronicle allows her to understand foreign languages and she can hear Shamir perfectly.

"Be with him. Be friends with him. Understand Leshin. He was a friend. He was a part of you. He was a family to you..." The words that Jasmine heard from Shamir sounded very calming. As if those words were trying to reach the soul of the Aswang. Jasmine looks around and sees Atlas paying attention carefully. His eyes widen every word that Shamir says and he nods in agreement to her words. Does Atlas understand Shamir? Are they from the same continent? Jasmine asked herself.

Shamir stopped her chanting and closes her eyes. The magic dissipate from her, she opens her eyes then she smiles and exclaimed that she finished her magic. "There! Now those Aswangs should be our friends now. Do you want me to wake them up?"

Atlas without hesitation agreed to wake the Aswang outside. The mayor also agrees for he wants to see if Shamir's magic did work. Shamir waves her hand in the air like; her fingers and wrist dance like smoke and the same golden purple magic starts to appear on her hands. After casting her wakening spell, the Aswang outside started to wake up. One by one then stand up; first they are confused how they fell asleep. Then they looked at the gate of the town with remorse and sadness on their eyes. One of the Aswang started to yell from the top of his lungs "NO! I won't kill Leshin!"

Two Aswang started to exchange their thoughts about their mission. One spoke "I just remembered that he was my friend before I became an Aswang. He helped me when I was just a kid." The other one replied "Same as that guy who was shouting, I think Leshin was that elf that saved us when we were drowning. I owe that elf my life!"

One by one the Aswang outside discussed their memories with Leshin; how a great influence was him in their lives, how he helped them and how Leshin was a good friend to them. Their hatred was gone and instead they prefer not to attack Vale and think about their next choice of action. They gather themselves and slowly retreated back to the forest.