Vana's POV
“I’ve been waiting, Vana. Take a seat and tell me everything you’ve been up to these past few days.”
I gulped, trembling as I make my way on the seat across from Storm. I sat down, my mouth pursed as I obediently listen to his stern request. My head lowered, and my hand on my knees. My gaze lowered to the ground, unable to dare to glance at brother’s direction.
“I’m asking you again, Vana. What happened while I was gone?” Storm repeated, his voice cold and bleak.
“A lot…” I murmured.
“And those are…?”
“Being seen together with Jerome Gallamon and leaving Green Serpent,” I answered, conceding to his question.
I can see brother’s shadow down on the floor, his silhouette moving as though he changed his sitting pos
Vana's POV“We need to get to Wrath Medona first before Chairman Zeronadle does, and to do that, Jerome and I will have to get inside the Fortis Magic Tower Prison and talk to Wrath Medona.”“And you think I’ll allow you to go there?” Storm wondered; a brow raised at me.“If you can take me there, I was hoping you would,” I replied. I have a bad feeling about this.“No,” he muttered. I knew it.“Why not? You know what’s transpiring, why won’t you let me go there?” I asked, questioning him with furrowed eyes.“Do you not know dangerous that place is?” Storm exclaimed. “It’s the home of the most dangerous criminals in the continent, even criminals and evil people from the Dark Ages are still locked up there,” he pointed.
Vana's POVIt took almost two weeks before I found myself sailing in the ocean after we were granted permission to meet Wrath Medona. We’ve been on the ship for three days, sailing the vast sea to reach the forts of Fortis. And I am for sure starting to get seasick for being aboard for this long.Storm managed to get us access inside the Fortis Magic Tower Prison just in time when I informed Gregory of his temporary cooperation in our mission and investigation. I don’t know how he pulled it off, but it’s certainly something I need to ask him about.It will take almost a month to arrive and return from our destination in Fortis and back to the capital, with the journey taking many stopovers. Our first stop was to travel by train to the main harbor of Clove, where the traveller ships to Fortis are docked, and it takes us a day by train from the capital to the Clove Harbor.
Vana's POV “It’s nice to meet you, Ms. Vana Farasol and Mr. Jerome Gallamon. I’m General Kale Maxima, it’s a pleasure to meet you.” My mouth gaped in surprise and astoundment, frozen in my spot. I don’t know what to do, do I greet him or shake hands with him or what? I stared at Mr. Kale for a long while as he and Storm exchange a few words, catching his attention after he notices my stare. “What’s with the look? Did you get a jetlag from the journey?” he asked with a cheerful tone. “Ah—no. I’m Vana, and this is Jerome,” I introduced, bobbing my head at Jerome as I also introduce him. “Your partner?” he wondered. I hesitated to answer, exchanging glances at Jerome. I don’t want to say we’re partners without his consent, but I also don’t know what to answer to Mr. Kale. “She is,” Jerome responded, with his ga
Vana's POV It took three days and three nights before we caught sight of our destination, the valley of Fellonwither, with its cliffs visible over the horizon. The last three days of the journey is excruciating, with the cold biting my skin to the point that Storm and I were forced to use our magic on everyone to prevent us from freezing to death. It was mostly Storm’s efforts, as I was too scared to fully manifest my magic. I haven’t bathe for almost five days now, and yet I can’t smell anything. I’d probably catch a cold once we return to Ashern. I’m fairly certain that’ll happen to me and Jerome. They valley of Fellonwither came into full view as the carriage neared a border check, high wall of cement, brick, and barbwires awaiting us in a mile. On our right, the high cliffs of the valley came into view, with small built-in cave systems and balconies protruding from within
Vana's POVThe look on Wrath Medona’s eyes changed, a serious expression plastered on his face. “How do you know the name of Igneus’ leader?” he asked, sternly.“I told you; it was because we met her,” I answered, repeating.“They are hiding, how did you find them?” Wrath—Mr. Wrath growled.“By coincidence? Because of a double spy in Igneus who turned out to be a traitor,” I answered, musing. “I’m sure you know who Mr. Archi is. He betrayed Igneus and sided with your enemy.”Mr. Wrath scoffed, his lips deviously perking up out of disdain. He stepped forward close to his cell, eyeing me a look. He glanced at Storm, who stood at the corner of the room, studying the two of us before he speaks.“And why should I believe your words? I don’t have any rea
Vana's POV “He’ll need the Amethyst of Darkness,” Mr. Wrath muttered, which made me think of the elements of magic. “But the Amethyst of—” “Vana,” Storm called, cutting my words off as he gives me a warning look. I clamped my mouth shut, covering it with my hand as I realize the mistake I nearly made. Jerome glanced at me with a baffled look, brows knitted. His confusion is understandable. I was not supposed to know anything about the elements of magic. Although it is common knowledge that there are seven elements of magic, not all people know that those elements are once sealed in crystals at one point, and are scattered in different locations of the three dimensional worlds. Now those elements are stored within different weapons as a result of the Dark War. The Elemental Weapons are known to many wizards, but not to the common folk. But the Elemental Crystals is the elements of magic’s history that should not be mentioned lightly. The reason why I know the existence of the Ele
3rd POVWrath lied down on his bed as he listens to the fading screams beyond the door of his isolation room. He is barely curious of the scene beyond the door, uninterested at his fellow prisoners’ rampage. Footsteps reached his ear, followed by the clanging sound of keys, and that made him curious.It was past midnight, but Wrath was unable to put himself to sleep. He has a thought stuck at the back of his head, his meeting with Vana Farasol repeating in his mind.The sound of his room’s door opening startled him, flinching as he sat straight out of his bed. He turned his head to see the person who visited him this late in the night, having a bad feeling deep in his chest.The man stepped inside the room, with his cloak’s hood resting on top of his head. The tower’s patrol commander stood at the wall outside of the room, keeping an eye outside as the cloaked
3rd POV “Vana Farasol and Jerome Gallamon,” he muttered. “Well, isn’t that interesting?” Wrath flinched, his gaze wavering as he makes a fatal mistake. He immediately regretted his decision of giving the Chairman a hint, clucking his tongue. He didn’t know Chairman Zerondale personally know Vana and Jerome, and now because of it, he just ruined everything and turned the tides over to their enemy. “You look like you regretted it,” Chairman Zerondaled chortled. Wrath glared at Chairman Zerondale, gritting his teeth as he despises the Chairman’s presence. He shut his eyes, hissing in frustration and annoyance at himself. He should not have played games with him. Now, the Chairman knows Vana and Jerome are going after him. The Chairman pierced a devious smirk across his face, his eyes full of mischief and coy, stepping back in a few steps as he approaches t