"Hello Miranda"
Alastair said as he walked closer, watching her as she tightened her grip on the sword. She had not expected to see him inside her room, but there they were. So when she unsheathed her sword and pointed it at him, he took a step back, receding from the anger that was written all over her face."Bastard!" She cursed at him."I know how you feel at this moment..." He hadn't finished the statement when she swung her sword in an attempt to wound him. He quickly jerked back, dodging the strike before it could do any damage."Miranda, just listen to me!" He yelled but she did not stop. She came right at him again, distracting him with her sword before she kicked him in the stomach. He groaned but he did not hit her. He was not even fighting."Miranda..."Another charge escaped her lips and she pointed the sword at him, in an attempt to cut him down. He caught the sword and held on to it even as it made him bleed."Why are you not fighting? I want you to fight. Fight!" She screamed at him but he shook his head. Their breaths were heavy, their chests heaved up and down from the tension."I did not come here to fight," Alastair said to her but she shook her head."No, you came here to do far worse and I will not let you." She said to him and kicked him in the nuts. He groaned as his legs gave way and he fell to the ground."Ah!"He kept groaning and she stood there in triumph. Then she pointed her sword towards him, its sharp edge shining in the reflection from the candlelight."Sixteen years Alastair, sixteen years and you did not bother to come in here for a single day. You left me all alone and all broken. Do you know how hard it has been for me? Do you have any idea how many nights I cried?" She began, her voice slowly breaking down. Alastair slowly stood up and sighed. He was better now, but Miranda kept her sword pointed toward him."I understand how you feel. But I just could not look you in the eye after what happened.""Why? You thought I would judge you?" She said and scoffed. "Alastair, we were together when you found those books. I knew the dangers that might happen afterward but as wise as I seemed to be, I actually allowed myself to believe there was a way to get you out of it all. I was searching for ways to change your mind. So when I heard what happened at the keep, I thought you would come to me, like you always did when things were bad. But you did not. You just disappeared into thin air. You were asked not to return to the keep, not here!"She screamed. Her voice had broken already. Alastair quickly walked towards her but her sword was still pointed, however, he did not stop. He walked even closer and as the sword began to pierce him, Miranda pulled it away. He took her hands and looked into her eyes."I am sorry Miranda. I know an apology will not solve or erase what happened but I am actually here because I need your help. You have always been a believer in doing the right thing. That is why I have come.""You need help with the Mage problem? Heard you caused a rokus there."Alastair wanted to be surprised but he knew how informed she was, and to think that she would care about what happened to him told him that she had not forgotten about him."Yes. That is precisely why I am here. We need a ship to get us out of Elderien...""We?" Miranda asked when she could not see anyone else."Come out. It's okay now."Alastair said and slowly, Cara Walked out of her hiding place. Miranda looked at her when curiosity as she approached. Then, she settled in and gazed at the two adults."Miranda, this is Cara. Cara, Princess Miranda. An old friend of mine.""Old friend? Seriously?" Miranda scoffed. "So, this is the Mage you risked your life to take to the keep. What makes the child so special?""I'm not a child..."Cara suddenly spoke. Alastair shot her a glare but she was not hearing it."She's feisty. You will get your hands full with this one Alastair. I don't see how I can help you. I don't smuggle people out of the kingdom, especially fugitives having mages on their tails. You know what will happen if the guards find you here?""We need a ship to Rheina. The royal palace is capable of providing that for us. I know that you are supposed to make deliveries of Edibles to Rheina today, but I will need a pass to board the ship and I cannot smuggle my way in with a sixteen-year-old. She will not be comfortable.""So that is the reason why you came to see me? Not because you missed me? I am not surprised though. What did I expect from you? You only care about yourself. You are selfish and I am sure that whatever you have going on here is also about you.""For the first time, this is not about me. Cara has powers no one could ever comprehend and I am supposed to train her. She has the Destiny to become the most powerful mage the world has ever seen. It is my duty to help her achieve that.""What about the part where she will destroy the world?""If I do not train her, that will happen. You understand how grave my situation is?"Miranda looked at him and then at him and then at Cara. The child looked innocent. For some reason, the child reminded her of herself, when she was much younger and much more naive. She smiled softly but then she nodded. She just knew she had to help them. It was one of those gut feelings of hers."Fine. I will take you to the ship. But we have to hurry, they will probably depart soon." She said and they nodded. She quickly took cloaks from the closet and handed them over to Cara and herself. Alastair did not get any. He just nodded and followed. Clearly, she was still angry at him.They carefully left the room, observing the passing maids go out of their way before they headed down the corridor. They were fast and cautious, but then, Miranda saw some guards coming."Hide!" She whispered and Alastair hid with Cara. Miranda pulled off her hood as the guards walked past her, paying their respects as they did. Then, she turned around to gesture to them to come outside but just before they did, Miranda felt another presence."Where are you going in a cloak?" Her brother, Richmond suddenly said to her. She turned around, looking him in the eye. He was angry. He always looked that way towards her."How is that any concern of yours? She asked him and he walked even closer, the smell of alcohol and women following him like a second companion."You are my sister. It is my duty to protect you." He said and she laughed."More like monitor me. You have never looked at me like your sister Richmond. You have always felt anger towards me whenever you look at me or am I lying?""
Alastair crunched and watched as the mages swum towards the ship, hands on the deck as he listened to the vibrations within the large vessel.None of them had infiltrated the ship yet, and that was a good thing. He could see the panic on the Captain's face and he could only wonder what was going on in the man's mind.But yet, he could not help but wonder how the mages found them so quickly. Was that Blaize's doing? It couldn't be. He had always cleaned his tracks after using magic and there was no way Blaize or any other mage could track him, atleast, not yet. Then those Mages were not from Blaize, they were under someone else's authority. One of the mages grabbed the ship and began to climb. Alastair sent a wave of energy to surround the ship, knocking the mage badk into the river with a cry. Others began to climb as well but the same wave was sent to clear them off. They fell into the river, screaming when the wave hit them. The wave was not kind, and Alastair did it that way fo
Alastair closed his eyes and opened his ears. He let them spread far and wide, sensing the ripples that pulled on the river, the tails of the fishes as they swam towards their foods, then to the river bank where the mages he had sent out of the river were gasping and regaining their strength. One of them suddenly carried a curious look, like he was hearing something, and then, the Mage looked at him and Alastair's eyes opened. He had been right. The mages were from the palace. He needed to warm Miranda but he was in no position to do so at that state. Invading someone's dream took a lot of energy if the mage had no natural affinity for Dreamscaping. He did not have that affinity, he did not have any natural affinity to be precise. He just learned every and any form of magic.The rest of the night proceeded that way but when morning came, they were already at Rheina's port. He'd dosed off for a moment and woke up when the captain yelled at his crew to "hurry the fuck up". Cara st
The man walked closer to Alastair, and as he approached, he could sense something eerie about him. Alastair took a step forward toward the man, an attempt to match his energy. Then he raised his head and looked him in the eye. He smiled as Alastair did. What was he hiding? What secret lay beneath that deceptive smile of his? And why the hell was he even smiling at them in the first place? He was not a mage, that much Alastair could tell, and he was not a sorcerer either. So what was he exactly?"Good morning folks. Seems like you two are lost. Is there anything you need my help with?" The man asked Alastair and smiled again."We are fine, thanks." He slowly replied. The man arched his brow and did not seem to believe him. But that was his problem. He then looked at the bartender who seemed to jerk back in fear. Whoever he was, he definitely scared the shit out of her."Were they talking to you, love?" He asked her but she shook her head negatively. The air was getting tense alr
The moment they stepped out of the alley, Alastair turned around and shot a telekinetic blast at the men which suspended them in the air before they crashed to the ground. The move surprised Cara for she jumped to the side. Apparently, she had not noticed the men following them. How could she? She was just a little girl without any training.The men tried to stand but their bodies were too weak to comply. Alastair moved towards them but at that moment, he felt a knife flying his way. He quickly stopped and dodged the knife and ducked as another knife hurled at him. Then two men stepped out of a corner, holding swords with which they attacked him. He punched the ground and a wave of energy swept them all off their feet. They all fell, groaning in pain as their bones dislocated. But then, the knives came again. The one who was throwing the knives was a short man with incredible acrobatic skills. He threw the knives with much precision and accuracy that one of them managed to hit
"Alastair!"His eyes suddenly opened when he heard someone call his name. The voice sounded like thunder and it roared through his entire body. As the smell of rancidity hit him, he realized that he might have known who it was that called him.There he was, standing on a rock, beneath which lava flowed like a stream. The lava was extensive and it almost surrounded the rock on which he stood. The rancid smell continued to hit his nose but he did not know where it was coming from. Something was definitely off."Alastair!"He heard the voice again. It sounded like Jaghryx, but at the same time, it sounded like Asmodeus. He took a look around. It was obvious that he was in some vision like the one Asmodeus had pulled him in before. He just needed to find him and find a way to wake up. He knew he was having it hot in the real world and the last thing he needed was Asmodeus' troubles."Come to me...."Came a faint whisper. The whisper came again and he saw the lava on the ground drying up.
"Woah! Someone had a nightmare."The captain teased as Alastair breathed heavily like the air would get sucked away from him if he even relents. He moved his arms slowly, the magical chair still grasping him in place.The captain walked closer to him and crunched, gazing into his eyes before she placed her hand on his shoulder and gave it a light squeeze."What did you see, Alastair? What visions did those pretty eyes of yours experience?" She asked, still squeezing his shoulder. He shrugged, causing her to remove her hands from his shoulder."If you are really desperate for a vision, why don't you unbind me from this chair? I will give you all the visions you could ever possibly think of." Alastair said to her. She thought for a second, walked towards Alastair, and slowly roamed her hand through the straps that were holding him in place. Was she truly going to do it? Alastair wondered. She kept on touching the straps, but then, she burst out into laughter."And did you think I woul
Alastair spent the rest of the day trying to figure out how he was going to break the wraith's magic. He was running out of time and he knew it. If he had not been alarmed before then, it wasn't so for his entire body was screaming with alertness.To make matters worse, he could not tell what the time was. The cell they placed him in barely had a source of light. The strong, brick walls that held up the cell called out to him, telling him that he was not going to find a way out of the mess he was in. He suspected he was done.But could he truly be? He had dinner in the past, he was well aware of that fact. Although he deserved to die for what he did to that girl, he had to live for Cara. His being alive would benefit him and the world around him better than his death. So, he closed his eyes again, took a deep breath, and focused his mind on the energy pulsating from the chain.He noticed something."Four-three-four-two-four-one-four-three..."The energy had a rhythm that gave differen