Alastair gasped as he opened his eyes. He wheezed, trying so hard to breathe. As he struggled to stand up from the chair he had been sleeping on, he felt a terrible headache. He groaned, grabbing his head. The room seemed to spin for a moment and he fell back into the chair and sighed.That was why he didn't like reading minds or going into people's memories. The aftermaths of those spells were painful for those whose minds were being read. He had just done that to himself and he could finally say he understood the depth of it.But then, his mind flashed back to what he had discovered. The signs he was getting whenever he was around Cara were similar to those he got when he stepped into that haunted house years ago. Alastair did not want to admit the fact that was presenting itself before him. He simply did not think it was possible.There has to be a better explanation..."Alastair. Do you ever sleep?"Cara suddenly asked him and he Turned around. She was standing there in a nightdre
Alastair quickly dashed out of the house as soon as Cara left and took another route to get to the Werewolves' den. It was a crazy day for him already and he was not so sure he even knew what he was doing. He remembered nothing about the spell master Orion had used to reveal and trap that ghost because he did not bother about learning it. It was one of those things which you'd consider as unimportant. In fact, necromancers were considered to be extinct right after the scandal with the one who resurrected Elle's father. Besides, necromancy was so complex and difficult to understand that a lot of sorcerers did not bother to venture into it. That was part of the reason why he did not learn so much about it.Perhaps he would have done so if he had not spent the next sixteen years after his fall making weapons instead. Alastair quickly hurried along, determined to make sure he returns before Cara does. He did not remember vividly but there was once a mention of an alternative way to make
His mouth stretched and became wider than it was before. His eyes turned black, disappearing into the socket. His skin became as pale as ice and all that was left was the growls coming from him. It was all so familiar to Alastair, reminding him of the first time he witnessed such a thing. He was certain he could handle the ghost.Cara on the other hand was scared. She took a couple of steps back and gazed at what was once Fristborn in awe. "What did you do to him? Alastair, what did you do?" She yelled at Alastair who just scoffed."Ghosts reveal their true nature when they feel threatened. That is precisely what is going on here. Can't you see now? That is what you have been frolicking with." Alastair said and pointed to Fristborn who just kept staring at him with those dark eyes."I...I did not know. I just... what can we do?""We need to send him back to the land of the dead. He belongs there and not here. He has to go back otherwise we might have to compete with forces bigger tha
Alastair watched as Cara ogled at him, his eyes fixated on her like some predator. Cara on the other hand was begging to give out low guttural grows which made Alastair very uncomfortable. He needed to pull the ghost out of her immediately before it does permanent damage to her mind. The only problem was that he did not remember the particular spell needed to do it. The spell needed to exorcise a demon was different from the spell needed to exorcise a ghost. Using one instead of the other would result in damage to the recipient of the spell as well as to the mage who cast it."Cara, if you can hear me, I need you to focus on my voice. I need you to fight it off. It is not stronger than you. It is under your control. You just need to realize it and break free from its clutch. Focus, Cara."He said to her as she continued to growl. His words were not working. He had no idea what to do at that moment, and when Cara suddenly charged and jumped at him, he knew things were about to get wor
There was darkness around him at first and the only thing Alastair could hear was the sound of his breath. It was deep, raspy, and possibly shaken. The darkness surrounded him like a large cloak, soaking and draining away all forms of light within him. He could feel his soul slowly getting corrupted. He knew the illusion was Fristborn's work, or what it was that looked like Fristborn. Crazy things were happening that day and the only way he could make it out alive was to become even crazier.Slash!"Argh!"Alastair groaned as large claws found their way across his back. The pain shook him to his core but it was still dark. Another slash and he was on the ground, grunting in pain. He could not hear footsteps so as to predict where the attack was coming from. How could he predict what he could not hear or smell?And then another slash came and Alastair's face was torn. He did not bleed through, however, his pain was so great that it would have been better if he bled. Alastair knew he h
Alastair dashed towards Cara and quickly wrapped her up in his arms. She was cold, very cold, like someone who was about to die. But she could not exactly die, could she? Alastair picked her up and dashed towards the house. Her breath was barely noticeable. She gave out short groans at regular intervals and she was shivering.Alastair quickly rushed her to the house and lay her down on a table. He sighed as he gazed at her, trying to figure out what was wrong. Alastair stretched forth his hand towards Cara and as a Bright light shone forth from his hand, he watched as cara's Body became enveloped within the light. The light was radiating so bright at first, but then, it suddenly became dim.In horror, Alastair gazed at Cara's energy core. It was flickering like a candlelight. Her energy was weak and it was only the Phoenix's breath of life that was keeping her alive. Alastair quickly tried to shift some of his energy into her. It was a technique mages used to save other mages who were
Something cold and slimy began to wrap around Alastair's leg as he awakened from his slumber. There was a low hissing sound coming from the beast as well well. Alastair did not need a mage to tell him that it was a snake, a rather large one at that. As the snake continued to crawl, Alastair struggled to breathe.Whatever it was that the necromancer had blown on his face, it was strong enough to make him weak, tired, and still sleepy. He could barely keep his eyes open. The snake crawled from his leg up toward his face. It glared at him and hissed angrily.As it was about to bite Alastair on the face, Alastair shielded himself and wrapped the shield around the snake like a box. The snake hissed angrily while it was being caged and Alastair threw the box far away from the house.The box landed with a thud and shattered, with the snake escaping into the forest. Alastair groaned loudly as he tried to stand up. His lower body was paralyzed. He groaned even louder when he tried to move his
Thrumming.The energy in his hand reminded him of what he had come to do. Alastair glanced over his shoulder repeatedly to see if any of those creatures were still lingering around. He did not want any more surprises. He did not even like surprises.He took steady but calculated steps as he walked towards the house. Something told him that there were booby traps around. He stepped carefully, making sure to listen to the ground beneath before he took another step. If you listen hard enough, you could hear the secrets that lay beneath the ground.Alastair missed a step and nearly stepped on a spot where a soft thrumming sound was coming from. He quickly used his magic to shield his legs while he stepped down. There was no telling what such a magical trap could do. And so, he was able to avoid all others that lay beneath the ground.Alastair got to the entrance of the house which was filled with dark energy. The energy repelled his mage side, but at the same time, it attracted the sorcer