Vana's POV
I blinked. Twice. Multiple times. Did I hear Gregory right? Did he just say that he recruited Professor Zander in the team? He’s the new member of the Shadows? My jaw dropped as it sinks in my mind, dumbfounded at Gregory’s boastful announcement of the news.
“Professor Zander. Our new member,” I exclaimed, slamming a hand on the table.
“Yes?” Gregory replied.
“Please tell me this isn’t true…” Jerome mumbled, with his shoulders slouching.
“You don’t like the Professor being a member of Shadows?” Yuna wondered, confounded.
“We don’t hate it. What surprises me is why him of all people?” I corrected, clarifying our intentions.
Professor Zander knows that Jerome and I were investigating about the case of the Serpent and Scorpion, and if he has met Gregory prior to our conversation today, it means
Vana's POVI slumped my elbows on top of the table, my face set against my palms as I sigh in frustration. My lips pouted, grumbling as I stare at Jerome’s direction, who was sitting across the table. We were here since past noon, in a café near the clocktower to plan out how in the world we’ll talk to Wrath Medona.“You better have an idea on how we’ll do this, because my mind is going blank,” Jerome scowled, staring back at me with the same unenthusiastic eyes. He sipped the fruit juice he had ordered, an arm propped on the table.“My mind is as blank as yours, thank you,” I retorted, averting my gaze as I wash a hand over my face. “How in the spells are we going to do this?”“Gregory said you have the answer, so think about it,” he muttered, eyes gazing at me with intent and awe.I glance
3rd POV *10 Years Ago* Sweat dripped down on Vana’s forehead, hands on her knees after fiercely going up against her father, Shemar Farasol, in a sparring match. She was eight years old, losing tremendously in terms of strength against her father. Unfortunately, and expectedly, she lost. She was panting, taking countless deep breaths. Her body was trembling in pain and exhaustion, small cuts, and bruises visible in her arms and legs due to her rigorous training. Shemar never forced his daughter to train combat, but she willingly wanted to train out of envy of her brother, Storm. “Take a break for a while, at this rate, your body won’t take it,” Shemar said, towering over in front of Vana. “See? Told you, you were tired,” Shemar mused with a small smile as they head back inside the guildhall of Green Serpent, sitting in one of t
3rd POVVana cried for help as her magic go awry. Ice glazed across the floor and walls; cold wind brewing around her as it slowly envelops her. The temperature dropped, with the guild members present in the hall stirring away from the destructive magic.Shemar rose up from the floor after he had stumbled back and fell, staggering on his steps as the freezing air trickled against his skin. He gritted his teeth as he feels the dense aura cloaking the entire hall, Vana’s magic raging in the swirling inside.Tears streamed down from Vana’s eyes as she found herself helpless against her magic, unable to think straight as she gazes at the mess of her surroundings. Like her emotions in a turbulent, the cold wind brought by her magic billowed around her, spreading like wild fire.It was like a cyclone, concealing and trapping her in its center. The cyclone contained frost and ic
3rd POVShemar transfers his aura to Vana, followed by his magic that combats Vana’s magic. It passes through from Shemar’s chest and his hands, letting it coarse through Vana’s skin and down to her bones. It slowly drove her magic away, sending it back to its restrained state.Shemar’s magic pacified Vana’s magic, gradually ending the chaos it created. The cold whirlwinds reducing, the glaciers melting, and the frost that froze most of the guildhall dissipating to magic dust. The icy cyclone weakened as Shemar pacifies Vana’s Ice Magic.But it wasn’t the only thing he was doing. Shemar was also absorbing Vana’s negative aura, and the magic she fed with her negative emotions. The absorbed power created a turmoil inside his body, coiling his insides as his body weakened from fatigue and exhaustion.The negative magic of Vana’s magi
3rd POV A sea of black covered a part of the city as the members of Green Serpent and the citizens of the part of Archborn City mourn for the death of Shemar Farasol. The news broke and spread as fast as lightning after the accident occurred, with Vana confined to their guild hall momentarily as part of the guild’s investigation. It didn’t take long for Storm to hear of the news while he’s at the Mortal World either, rushing back home in their guild. He had heard of the news from Master Sergis after he has sent him a letter across the worlds, informing him of their father’s death and the reason for his death. At the day of his arrival, he immediately went to see his sister who had become an emotionless shell when he saw her. Vana has lost all will to live, her tears are all dried up, her complexion thin and pale, and her eyes void of life. Vana cannot remember much of that da
3rd POV “I wish to take her in,” Ms. Madison stated as soon as she and Master Sergis arrived at the Farasol home early in the next morning. Storm, despite his young age of 14, did not look enthusiastic of the idea. He gave the couple a dull look, unamused by their visit and their sudden declaration. It is true that now that their father is dead, Storm and Vana are now orphans. But that doesn’t mean Storm would hand his sister over to the care of Ms. Madison and Master Sergis. From the way he sees it, the adoption would only cause problems for them in the future. Ms. Madison may not entirely adopt Vana legally, but from Master Sergis’ expression, Storm knew the Master didn’t like Ms. Madison’s idea. “I think there’s no need to go out of your way to take care of me and Vana. We can handle ourselves on our own, and with the allowance and income I receive f
Vana's POV “After that, Master Sergis took care of me for four years before sending me away to the academy,” I said as I recollect the terrible memories I had buried in my heart. I lifted my eyes at Jerome, his expression blank and unexplainable. He blinked after realizing that the story ended, flinching as he meets my gaze. I raised a brow, wondering if he truly listened to everything I said. He averted his gaze, pursing his lips as his expression tense up. “I… don’t know what to say…” he mumbled, unable to give any response. “I don’t want to say something like ‘it was hard’ when I know it has been hard for you.” “It’s not like I’m asking you for any pity or any response. Just being there to listen to it and letting myself open up about it to you proves how much I trust you now,” I stated, gazing at him. He tilted his head at me, mouth gaping at the un
Vana's POV “You okay?” I asked out of concern to Jerome as we both stand up from the ground, alarmed by the sudden assault on us. “I should be the one asking you that,” Jerome grunted, propping his elbow up to pull himself up on his feet. “What the heck is that?” “I think I have a hunch of who it could have been…” I murmured, eyes turning into slits. My eyes travelled down to the ground, gazing down at the shadow beneath my feet. I sensed the familiar aura coming from the shadow, grabbing my sickle from my back as I stab it to the shadow on the ground. The blade hit the ground with a clacking sound, the shadow dispersing with a ripple effect. Jerome was startled at the action I made, his feet tripping back as he stares at me in confusion. I followed the shadow to where it retreated, closely watching it return to its owner. The sha