Blood Successor
Chapter IV
The Letter
Veremor unsheathed his sword and pointed it toward a group of werelizards in front of him. As he unsheathed his sword he stepped forward. His facial expression slowly changed into a very mean one. He channeled his mana guiding them circulating his nerves. By the time he took his position, a massive killing intent emitted from his sword, pressuring against the group of werelizards. His eyes focused onto his target and he is well aware of the presence of enemy from his surroundings that has been moving their position to make an opening. He shifted his foot according to the movement of his enemy thus closing his opening.
He recited a spell quickly but softly. It was a spell to strengthen his vision. He can now see very clearly. He saw a breathtaking house. The house has got two wooden windows, a wooden door and brick roof. With bright red as a roof and dark blue as the body it seems that the owner of this particular house knows nothing about colour matching. Though they were not so very match but the craving of lion on each side on the door is very well done. Within them he sees the soft skill one possess and the patient of crafting a masterpiece. With each edge carefully crafted and the depth and shallow tone were accurate. No matter from what angle one see, the lion looks as if it were alive and with passion. The eyes of the lion were even more astonishing, they seem to be looking at the visitors at all angles.
He knows this is not the time for this but he was relieved. He sent an eye signal to the woman, asking her to move to the house. Each step they take might helped them to escape. He sent mana to the ground making a big magic circle with each step he took, retreating to the house. He stopped at about four meter away from the front door. The werelizards were closing in, claws ready to tear their prey apart.
“Summon your wolf and escape” He shouted. He stabbed his sword into the ground and collected mana to his palm. He sent his mana into the handle of his sword and into the ground, activating a barrier.
A semi-invisible wall formed and covered the two of them within a radius of four meter. A werelizard almost got through but it failed. When the barrier closed up so does its head, chopped off from its body.
The woman singled out her flute from the waist and started to channel magic into it. The werelizards were going rampage outside, clawing, banging and biting away the barrier. A line of sweat rolled down Veremor cheek as he tried to rest. He knew that this is the time for him to rest as much as possible for a far worst event: to drag the enemy in order to let her escape. She is far more delicate than anybody else in a battle like this.
Two magic circles formed, the wolf came out from the circle. She got on to the back of the wolf waiting for Veremor to awake. She seems more and more worried when the barrier started to crack and he was still collecting his mana.
Veremor opened his eyes and bit his finger. Blood started to ooze out and he drew a bloody magic circle in the air. The bloody magic circle glows in crimson red under the moonlight. He got up and recited a spell.
“To the east!” he command “Escape and bring Reid here.”
The woman nodded and rode off. The wolf slashed and clawed its way through. It took them on by surprise so it managed to bring the woman to safety. Several werelizards quickly gave chase.
Blood Replica. Veremor punched through the bloody magic circle. His blood duplicated and multiplied, oozing out from the circle and form a several ‘him’. They have his face, his sword, his armor and his cloak. They look so alike that they even have the same smell as his. This may be the best solution to confuse sharp-noses beast after all. He commanded his duplicate to block the other werelizards from chasing her. He turned around and tried to chase the werelizards that are after her but he fail, they were too fast be it the wolf or the werelizards.
She will have to handle them herself and I’ll have to clean this mess before others got involved he thought. He escape from the village and vanished into the forest, waiting for daylight to strike them down.
The room was dark, and the teenage searched around with his hand, feeling his surroundings. Slowly he moved forward, step by step. He focused his mind imagining a trail to the center of this darkness. Slowly his imagination took form and it began to snow. With each flake of snow melt into the ground a small magic circle formed around it and slowly it formed a path which glows dimly. He pushed on forward following the pure white virgin snow path. Within a few minutes he reached the center. There was a small pure blue light lurking around. It was small and weak but the surrounding darkness was not able to devour it. It roam the area freely, floating around a few thread like figure and sometimes seep into it. He felt relieved watching that blue light lurking around.
Thank god my mana was still here, though it was little but it was pure.
He sat down onto the snow path, closing his eyes slowly. As he closed his eyes, the surrounding darkness disintegrated and fell apart like dust.
He opened his eyes and found out he was in a room. The furniture was the same as the one chapel room he recognize. He pushed himself up and searched his surroundings. There is a cupboard to the northwest corner and a door to his left. His north was a chair and there he found an old man sitting on it where his father would always sit when he fell sick. The old man examined him from head to toe with a big smile hanging on his face. His hairs were silver white and his exposed skin looks fragile as if a gust of wind could tore his skin apart, exposing his flesh. He wore a pure white robe and that is all, plain old cloth with a little something to tie it around his waist.
Before he tried to voice out, a teen of his own age came banging into the room. He was not quite tall but rather the average height. He has clear blue eyes, thin oval face and a rather naughty look. He had the same thing as the old man as his clothes.
“Hey old man, you lied!” he screamed and stomped his way to the old man “There is no way to hide ones presence!”
“Silence you insolent bastard, you should be thankful that I took you in when you’re roaming around like a street rat thieving others fortune.” That old man stood up and collected mana to his finger. They were formed into different shape some oval some spiral some round some square but all of them were spinning in high velocity.
“Don’t think that stupid torturing skill can make me shut up yer old fart!” He step a step forward challenging the old man.
“Well why don’t you have a taste of hell hahaha” The old man laugh??? He laughed hard and sent the mana into the teen body from several places before he could take a run for it.
As the old man mana seep into his body, the teen screamed and squalled. Tears began to flow. His body trembled and goose bum rose from his skin. He fell and rolled around the room, slamming the floor, struggling, knocking the wall and screaming. His voice was loud and sharp and probably a natural disaster to the teen on the bed as his senses was stronger ever since he started learning magic and martial arts. He slowly moved his hand protecting his ears from this spooky inhuman scream.
“Oh, this brat a bother.” He walked closer to him and cast a magic to pick him up. He sent him flying out from the room, down the stairs into the garden. He screeched and cried along his way to the garden, cursing the old man in a way that we won’t even know what he was cursing since he can’t even spelled them properly with all the pain the old man mana inflicted.
“Who are you?” the teen on the bed asked.
“Well well, from what Brassil told me, you hardly talk nor ask anything.” The old man reached for the chair and put it in front of the bed, sitting down in front of him.
“Brassil? Brassil who?” he frowned and his eyes focused on the old man.
“Gosh, didn’t your father told you his name?” he was surprise and his eyelid flickered.
“No, we never needed a name in this chapel. Anyway it’s just the two of us.” He answered slowly, staring deep into the old man eyes trying to get something out of him.
“Well forget it. Tell me yours and I’ll tell you mine with a gift from your father.” He sat back onto the chair, waiting for his reply.
He wondered for a moment and answered “The names Adel and yours are?”
“Peblo and here is your letter. He said he would be dead by this time of the year and it seems to be true enough.” He handed the letter over to the teen. “He also asked me to take you in to be my disciple and you have no other option but to come with me or you can have a taste with your fellow friend down there.”
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