3rd POV
Shemar 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
Vana's POV I was escorted by Dio and Elfien back to the guildhall, eyes all on me as we enter the hall. I rolled my eyes as I dart an eye on the people around me, impatient and irritated at the disgusted and disdain looks they are throwing at me. I sighed out of frustration, lifting my eyes in front as I glance at Master Sergis. Master Sergis was standing at the end of the hall’s aisle, near the bar counter at the back of the hall. He had an upset and disappointed look on his face, eyes glowering at me with fury and anger. I averted my eyes out of fright, but forced myself to swallow my fear after enduring enough. We walked down the aisle until the three of us were face to face with Master Sergis. It was Elfien who stepped forward to spill the beans to the Master, taking a scoff before narrating the events that took places minutes ago. “I heard you’ve been following Vana, Dio
Vana's POV “Because I completed missions that no one has ever done before. I solved crimes that no one could have solve if not for the Special Unit,” I answered. “That’s why, Master Sergis can’t order me as he pleases anymore. Because I work for the King and he has no say in it.” The look on Master Sergis’s face changed from rage to agitation. He stared t me with an unpaintable expression, gulping as hesitation cloud his judgment. I heaved a deep breath, fueled by my frustration as I continue to rant at Master Sergis once and for all. “I won’t be fooled by your words anymore, Master Sergis. If you think you can continue to manipulate me into thinking that you’re taking care of me, then you’re wrong. Admit it, you don’t have an ounce of compassion towards me. “You only took care of me because of your promise to Ms. Madison and father, and you only cared about me because when I
Vana's POV I held my wounded arm as I walk my way home, feeling beaten up as I feel the swelling of my cheeks in both sides. My left cheek was swollen red from Master’s slap, and the other bruised from his punch. I tasted the blood the trickled down my bleeding lips, the inside of my mouth having a small cut from the impact. The blood that dripped down my arm didn’t dry despite the long minutes that passed, my hand soaked in my own blood as I walk down the streets of the city. My arm fell limp of energy, and I can feel my body exhausted from the pain. I heaved a breath, eyeing down the street that leds to our house. My vision blurred for a moment, dizziness striking my head. I guess I got light-headed after being hit twice in the face and slicing myself on the arm. I don’t regret doing it. Though, despite the dizziness, my eyes completely caught glimpse of a recognizable figu
Vana's POV We took the train for an hour to arrive at Eriflame Station with a bag in hand as I prepare myself to spend the night in our rival guild’s guildhall. Well—I suppose they’re not a rival guild anymore since I’m not part of any guild starting today. Surprisingly, I haven’t received any lacrima calls from Storm yet. I thought that he would have been informed by now of what occurred at the guild hall, but judging the fact that he hasn’t called me means he is still clueless of what happened. I halted from walking as we arrive at the gates of Golden Scorpion’s guildhall, starting to contemplate on my actions. “Is it really the right call to go here with you?” I asked, glancing at Jerome. It was past afternoon, with the sun setting behind me. I sighed, staring at Golden Scorpion’s guildhall, which definitely has a different air compared to Green Serpent. I almost mistaken