The sand hit her eyes when a creature hiding from below jumped out to attack."Ack!" Anastacia groaned when the fine grain of sands entered and disturbs her line of sight. Looking around her with only one eye, the woman got hit in the face when the fist of the creature successfully connected, making her stumble against the ground.The creatures she created were greatly outnumbered by the chimera's.One by one, the monsters made from rocks, vines and roots perished and were destroyed. She and three creations of hers were left. And this scene, this racing of her heart. The blood on her forehead and bruises on her knuckles were awfully familiar.Using her god-like strength, Anastacia managed to kill seven creatures. And as she battles and fights against them, the sun rises slowly.The soft rays of the sun peeked behind the tall rock formations. Minute by minute the sun rose completely.And like the creature of the night --- the terrifying beings screamed and writhed when the sun touche

Nad stared out from the window as she sat on the edge of her empty bed. Using the fingers of her right hand, she kept playing with the ring finger on her left hand. A symbol of a promise.And maybe, what will be a reminder of a promise she made with Dane a few years ago just before he left.Tears fall down her eyes as she recalls the day they met.He was introduced to her by their leading extractor Goldie Harris. Dane was a couple of years older than Landon. Unlike her, he has no family, and he's alone when he was brought to the Land of the Sorcerers to study as an extractor.Back then, Dane doesn't offer anything beyond the bare bones of his history, or how he became an orphan. All they knew was the general details. Of how his parents died on a mission.They died as honorable Sorcerers, and Nad, despite her curious nature, didn't bother to ask for anything more as Dane was introduced to the group.It's enough for her that Dane appears to be interested enough. How interested he was wh

“Ah, I remember some of those legends being told by my mother as well.” Joie smiled upon recalling the sweet memory. “One of my favorites is how Pisces taught children how to paint.” “The most creative Celestial.” Tahani answered. “Yes, I recall some of those stories as well. I remember telling Dah and Nad the story of how Rowan the Creator freed a family from a village who only experiences snow. Rowan the Creator used his Fire of Life to thaw the icebergs surrounding the mountains.”“That’s a great story too.” Tahani giggled at the memory of it. “Now that Regina’s here, a lot of Rowan the Creator’s history is being retold. I’ve heard from Supreme Diomedes that their family story with the Celestial is going to be encrypted. To be passed down in history. I’ve heard that she’s going to be anointed as a Sorcerer soon. And her son, Mathios would be too once he reaches the age of maturity.”Joie didn’t answer. How she envied the woman beside her. Not only was Tahani one of the chosen few

Redenor quietly walked towards Seth’s room. The bed was still the same and remained untouched for days. The figurines are still there, collecting dust and just generally being an eyesore, and so was his son’s ridiculous collection of books. Seth loved to read. He loved to study. It sure was getting unbearable, seeing his son like that. But the good days are coming, he thought. The woman said his son was merely sleeping, that is all. And once she kills the beast, Seth would wake up.It doesn’t make the feeling of sadness and despair go away though. Redenor only finds comfort when he tells himself that Seth’s gone out for a walk, that he’s just gone to the store, that he’s just sleeping and that he’d be back to his old self soon enough.With a sigh, the old man turned his back and closed the door. He begins his daily routine of making more cure for the Slitch sting and venom. It was Seth’s duty to pick up the tamarind trees before, especially the good ones on the taller branches. Bu

Khalantrophe’s body shook and his braided her glowed red. Venom oozing. Anger. Betrayal. A vision of a man wearing a white tunic with a staff on his hand.“I see him.”“The Necromancer, Levi.” Antheia said, composed as ever, immaculate in her thick robe, covered with vines and flowers and leaves. Bare feet. Long hair dragging across the sea of clouds. “He’s our enemy. Not humanity.”“And who are the others?” Antheia looked at her perfect pair, her lips parting and her green eyes sparkled — the colors illuminating until there was a hint of gold. “His creations.”“You saw them?” Khalantrophe asked."I saw the creature of Tar and Coal." Antheia admitted. "Anastacia was consumed by one, I barely managed to save her."Upon hearing her name, Anastacia's eyes opened. There’s a strange chill in the air, an ominous silence that makes the hair stand on her arms. She forgot how she was unable to move. It’s too much for her, and Anastacia wants to speak. To scream. She’s seeing too many things.