Vana's POV
Desperate call for desperate measure. The ocean waves splashed against the ship as it sails through the current. The sound of waves clashed against the ship’s exterior, humming in my ear. It was late in the morning when the ship neared the borders of Ashern, the island of Jasper far from my sight.
I let my hand sway beyond the deck railings, letting my magic drop and play on the water. I froze the splashes and drops of water from the waves, converting them into crystallized, ice dusts that looked like glitter in the air.
I rarely use my magic—I almost don’t use magic if not necessary. But out of boredom of being in the ship for the whole night, without any wink of sleep, I decided to amuse myself by using my magic. I don’t dislike magic. I dislike my magic—the kind of power my magic holds.
“Vana, escaping the academy is a very bad idea,” I said to myself, sighing as I thought of the consequences of my actions.
I had all night to think and realize how dumb my actions are and how worse it could get for me. As a student in Jasper Academy, leaving the school premises and the whole island without permission can get me expelled. I won’t even go through suspension.
It’s not like I wanted to be enrolled there in the first place. If I was given a choice, I’d choose to enter the same school my brother attended. Clove High. If only the school is located here at Auregon, and not in the Mortal World, I would have been permitted to enroll there.
To explain, there are three major worlds in our universe. The Mortal World, Auregon, and the Underworld. Crossing the portal between them have been highly restricted over the past years, and now, only a limited number of people can cross between worlds.
Which means one has to meet the requirements before being allowed to cross to the other worlds. It was due to the Dark War that broke out three years ago. The time when the legendary black wizard Shinki finally died.
I halted my hand from using my magic, remembering the many tragedies that people suffered that time. It was the first few days when I entered the academy, and I had to go back as soon as the war ended to see if my brother is still alive.
My brother grieved the death of his friend. I remembered how brother’s grief nearly destroyed the remaining emotions inside of him, and how it changed him for probably a little worse than he already is.
The loss of many innocent lives that day, and the sacrifices the war heroes made for the sake of the worlds.
“They were suffering while I was stuck inside academy, unable to do anything but watch,” I said to the wind, raising my eyes upon the horizon.
Sea stretched far across the horizon. It takes a day and a half to get to Ashern from Jasper Island. I gazed at the sea as my eyes mesmerize on the many hues of blue my eyes can see.
I took a sigh, massaging my temples as I erase the lingering thoughts in my head. As soon as they were gone, a different set of thoughts came hurdling in my mind. Why am I even doing this?
Nothing is going to change even if I’m expelled. Nothing is going to change in my social status. Master Sergis, the master of Green Serpent, the guild I belong to, would still want me to become a wizard like the rest of the guild’s members.
The reason I left the island is to not become a wizard, and an act of rebellion against the Master’s wishes. I thought that by leaving, I’ll be running away from it, be expelled, and be able to show Master Sergis my determination to not follow the footsteps of my father.
I dreamed to be a detective. Not a wizard who would have to be in the front lines and fight all the time. I don’t hate fighting, but I’d rather avoid it. I want mystery, puzzle, a battle of wits; not a battle of strength, magic, and combat.
“It’s not like I can freely chose to be what I want. I’m in surveillance up until now,” I mumbled, turning away from the railings as I enter the ship’s lounge.
I snuck out the other night from the academy dorms, managing to escape without anyone catching me. Ships don’t usually dock at the island, but an event was held at the academy days ago and the ship sailed the visitors for the said event.
The sound of music sang through my ears as I enter through the door, the lightest of sounds resounding in the air. I made my way to the nearest seat, sitting down on one of the single couches that are against the window.
I closed my eyes as I began to drift, trying to get a few hours of rest before arriving in mainland Ashern. It didn’t take long before my nap was interrupted, a loud bang blaring inside the room that created a series of screams across the hall.
I was startled, flinching up my seat. My head felt drowsy as I abruptly sit up from my seat, straightening my back as I grunted. I squinted my eyes as I tilt my head to where the blares came from, finding a bunch of men entering the lounge in a group.
The men wore pirate-like, bandit clothes, ripped shirt and pants, and bandanas that hang around their necks or their foreheads. I stood up from my seat, crouching down behind the seat as I try to avoid catching their attention.
“I have to get out of here,” I whispered to myself, my eyes searching for an exit.
I paused, halting from my steps as I was about to sneak to another row of seats. I can’t leave, not when these many people are in danger. Those bandits have guns in their hands. Weapons that are deadly. I’m not a coward to leave these people alone in danger.
The situation outside the lounge may not also be ideal. It could be teeming with more of them. Judging by how they showed up now with no sign of other ships around meant that they concealed and disguised themselves as regular people when they boarded.
I leaned back against the wall, giving up on escaping the lounge. Trying to escape would be foolish; we’re in the middle of the sea. No one can escape without either getting killed or drowning in the sea.
“All of you kneel down if you don’t wish to die!” one of the bandits shouted, pointing the gun on his hand at us.
The people screamed and cried, but their voices melted away as the bandit fired his gun multiple times. Luckily, it hit only the furniture. I cuffed my ears as the gunshot rang inside the lounge, deafening my ears. The cries and screams died out, transformed into silent weeps and gasping cries.
Fear and dread cowered inside the passengers within the lounge, falling into despair and fright in front of the bandits. I glanced at the direction where the bandits are, counting how many of the are inside.
“One… two… three… four…” I mumbled. “None of them seemed to be the leader either.”
The four bandits wore the same style of clothing. It looked like their uniforms, their bandanas being the center of their fashion. It made me believe that the one leading them might be in a different part of the ship. They’re either at the engine room, control room, or the lower lounge.
“Have you got everything under control?” a different voice asked, a tone of demanding evident doin the tone. The voice was serene yet eagerly rough. A woman’s voice.
I peeked through the side of the seat taking a peek at the person who spoke. More bandits filed up inside the room, shoving the ship’s crew inside the lounge. They lined them up next to the passengers, their hands tied behind their backs.
The woman came in after the bandits shove the crew inside, walking with her chin held high. The woman had blonde hair, with streaks of silver at the front. She wore a white polo wrapped with a corset; a mini, checkered, pleated skirt as her bottom.
“Yes, but we still have to tie them down,” the bandit answered.
“Then do it. Now!” the woman demanded, yelling with a glare in her eyes. “If my brother sees this, he’ll send you flying into the sea.”
“Yes, ma’am,” the bandits answered, followed by their feet marching to tie the wrists of every passenger in the lounge.
They hauled every passenger in the room, whether it be a child or old, tying their hands behind their backs as they demand them to huddle next to the left wall. They stripped them off their valuables, taking their belongings away from them.
I clicked my tongue as I pull my weapons out from my holster strap. There are now six bandits overall, excluding the others who are probably outside the room. If I were to show myself now and fight them, I would immediately be outnumbered and defeated.
On top of that, there are civilians who can get caught in the crossfire. I can’t let the passengers get hurt, since some of them are part of Ashern’s nobility. If I want to stop these bandits, I’ll have to assess them first.
I have no information about them so far, nor do I know their objective for being here. All I know is that they are in this ship, taking hostage of every person in aboard the ship. They were here since we were in Jasper Island.
The bandits haven’t caught me yet, but staying hidden won’t last long. My eyes landed on the drawer next to the wall, where the passengers are held, thinking of an idea. I darted an eye to check on the bandits, swiftly crossing across the hall to reach the drawer.
It was a drawer of necessities like tissues or plastic utensils. I skidded next to the drawer, hiding behind it as I slip my weapons on the lower drawer. I can’t let them know that I have weapons, specifically sickles. Even more, I cannot let them know that I can use weaponized magic.
“Hey you—” the bandit yelled, pointing a finger at my direction. “Where do you think you’re going?”
Vana's POV The bandits dashed around me, grabbing me by the arm as they haul me along with the rest of the hostages. My hands were tied behind by back, sitting down along with the passengers as the bandits surround us from all direction. Wails and cries of children teared up next to me. I could feel the growing dread and fear in every passenger in the lounge. Their bodies shook from the danger they are facing, their heads lowering to the ground as they panic in their spots. “How are things in this lounge?” another man’s voice asked, a man entering inside the lounge. The man had a lousy posture, wearing a sleeveless hoodie and cargo pants that resembled my brother’s style. Too similar, in fact, that I suspected that it was him at first. The man had the same blonde hair as the woman from earlier. Are they related to each other? Are they the leader of the gang? I moved at the very back of the passengers, leaning back on the wall as I gaze at the man from afar. I observed him, notici
Jerome's POV “All of you stay back and don’t you dare try do anything funny,” the woman said as they all tied us up on one corner of the room. Never have I thought that I’d be involved in a ransom-hostaging case, especially not after I snuck out of the academy grounds. I only wanted to take a break from the academy, why do I have to be caught up into this mess? The woman introduced herself as Vana Farasol, the sister of Storm Farasol. I know who she is; she is a member of our rival guild, Green Serpent. And she’s known in another name. The Cold Killer. From what I’ve heard, she was rumored to have killed her father. But that is not what I’m supposed to be concerned about right now. Half of the passengers in the ship are held hostage in the upper lounge. The other half is held here in the lower lounge, where I am also currently at. As far as I’m concerned, if I don’t’ do something now, something worse will happen to us later. I lifted my eyes up on the bandits within the room, coun
Jerome's POV I observed the position of each bandit across the room, even the ones guarding outside. I closed my eyes, feeling the aur sear inside me. I can feel my magic overflowing down my hands, hearing it hum in the wind. My hands stayed behind my back as I continue to pretend to be tied up. I opened my eyes, giving the little girl another wink as I glance at her. She gave me a nervous smile, and I nod back to assure her. I pulled my gaze towards the bandit outside the door, silently whistling in the air. The whistle was barely heard by the bandits, but the passengers around me can hear it. They turned their heads at me, their distorted faces shifting into a calmed look. The whistle was my quiet command to my magic. My call for the wind to blew in my command. My eyes landed outside of the lounge, towards one of the bandits standing guard on the door. I gestured my hand behind my back, weaving it close to the ground as I watch my magic play into the air. I could see the wind fo
Vana's POV Three bandits on the inside, while plenty on the outside. There are at least ten of them outside, and the two leaders who serves as the head of the group is a room away from us. The control room of the ship is only a room away from here, and the ship’s crew are all tied up with us as well. I can’t tell whether negotiations have been made already or not, but I do know that if I don’t make a move now, all of us in this ship will likely be in big trouble. I overheard one of the bandits’ conversations, saying that there’s a bomb in the ship. I tilted my head to the drawer, eyeing my weapon a look. I walked over—or in this case—I crawled my way next to the drawer, trying not to catch the bandits’ attention as I get close over the drawer. I stayed in front of the drawer, taking my time as I observe the bandits guarding the hostaged passengers inside the room. I reach for the lower drawer, slowly opening it with caution. The drawer opened with a small gap, big enough for my han
Vana's POV I glared at the guy, disgusted by the way he portrays my brother. My brother is nothing like how he acts or looks. He never has such as disgraceful personality. I snorted, snarling at him with mockery and dismay. “If you’re going to dress up as Storm, you should’ve done your research. You disgust me,” I insulted, blabbering my mouth at him. One of the bandits took a step forward to defend the fake Storm, threatening me as he places a finger on the gun’s trigger. The fake Storm stopped the guy, extending an arm at him as his eyes stayed fixated on me. I held my grip tight around my sickle’s handle; fingers curled. “Are you calling me a fake, Vanessa?” the fake Storm taunted, chortling. “Maybe you’re the one whose faking names and identity here.” “I am. But I am telling the truth that I know the real Storm,” I stated, grinning at him. “I know him quite well.” His grip tightened on his fist, and he gritted his teeth, glaring at me with daggers in his eyes. “Take her and b
Vana's POV “I am the real Vana Farasol. The real sister of Storm Farasol, and the girl that you have been impersonating.” The fake Vana squealed, falling on her back as she cowers in fear in my presence. Her whole body trembled, forcing herself to surrender on her knees. The fake Storm took a step back, glowering at me with spite and hesitation. I gazed at the fake Storm, tilting my head at him with a sass. He grinded his teeth, pivoting his feet out of the broken wall. He tried to make a run for it, shouting an order to the bandits waiting for a command outside of the room. “Seize them!” the fake Storm yelled, escaping as he dashes away. He didn’t manage to run far as Jerome cornered him before he could reach the next room. His magic weaved through the air, levitating the fake Storm up in the air. “Not so fast. Do you really think I’ll let you off that easily?” Jerome said, a hand extended towards the fake Storm’s direction. The bandits the fake Storm commanded charged forward
Vana's POV “Since you’ve been busted, it’s about time you two tell us who you really are. Who are you and what are your names?” I asked, interrogating them. “None of your business,” the lady spouted. She doesn’t have the slightest awareness for what she did, is she? After impersonating me and being exposed by the person she’s trying to impersonate, she still has the guts to act arrogant in front of us. I don’t know if I’ll be impressed or extremely annoyed. “Answer the question or this guy might just snap your body,” I threatened in a teasing way, pointing a finger at Jerome. “Oh please, you don’t even get along,” the guy exclaimed, infuriating me. Calm down, Vana, getting mad at them won’t do you any good. Keep your magic to yourself and never let it out. “Then, let me ask the same question. What are your names and who are you?” Jerome interrupted, asking them the same question. He leaned straight as he pushes himself off the wall, stepping forward with his eyes having a stern
Vana's POV “I conclude that Reynolds McValeri is the mastermind behind this case. The real perpetrator of this crime,” I stated, announcing my conclusion. “Reynolds McValeri?” Jerome exclaimed alongside the captain. “Reynolds McValeri is the only person capable of doing this. He is the head of his own company, and the guild master of Clashing Seasons. He has the money, people, and power to pull off this crime,” I explained, pointing out the obvious clues laid out on us. “He may not be here, but with the clues pointing at him, it is most likely that what I’m trying to say is true,” I added. “You know assumptions and unproven conclusions won’t lead us anywhere, right?” We have no evidence that points to him as a mastermind,” Jerome pointed, jutting a hip with sass at me. I faced, scoffing with a smirk. “I think you’re forgetting that Camillo has a communication lacrima where the mastermind called. Its quite possible that Camilla also has her own lacrima,” I boasted, reminding of th