THAT ILLUSION || ONC 2021

~•{Chapter #01}•~

There she saw Mordana brewing some noxious, viscous libation.

"Silly you! Should you always disturb me whenever I'm busy?" Mordana implored plainly.

"Whatever! I need help! We need to..." Eir paused hearing her plaguing recitation.

"Aye! Aye! So here is the queen of cure pleading to me? Do you think I will come for some petty litigation?"

"Not so funny! This is something important. Follow me, you get that?" Eir intensified her words, making Mordana wince.

"Not as valuable as my ale! I will come later or maybe never. Get lost."

"Ale? Pretty crap! Sere needs us and here you are concocting it with no resentment!" Eir couldn't hold back anymore.

"What's with Sere? I remember her snores and agape mouth. She was lost in her grave slumber."

If denouncing thoughts could choke the soul, Mordana would have to cry for help.

"Booze and die. Only the hell would greet you with glad smiles. Guess what, I'm leaving."

She hit her steps harshly towards the door. Snapping her knuckles, she enchanted,

"Burstaco meltiana"
(Burst and melt)

The spell did make the wood burn and the rimming irons melt, making the putrid fumes choke the serene whiffs. She moved from that place and made her way towards Serephina. When she entered the chamber, she saw shivers and sweats feasting on her peer.

Her skin was turning pale as her ruby blood had decided to keep away her warmth. Eir couldn't think better than solacing her.

"Sere! May you be calm. I'm here."

"Where are we? Thy mercy shall.." With those words, she gasped. Her lips were dry and flaky.

"We are here, in the Narngon. Wake up it will be over," Eir recited her words of concern to free Serephina from the mist of murk. Within flicks, she could see Mordana approaching them with a glass ballooned bottle showcasing the tides of ale in her palm.

"What happened to her? How long is she like this?" Mordana enquired in a strict composure.

"Quarter candle time or so. I woke up hearing her cries. She couldn't be sure of where she is. She was getting apprehensive with every passing moment," Eir replied while caressing her palms and toes.

Like the voids need moisture to cultivate some new scope, Serephina was fiercely burning who awaited some remedy to flick off the inner inferno. Both the women tried to calm her with their embrace and tried warming up her damp skin.

"No! Endow grace upon us!" Her muffles crammed their ears.

"Seems like it's some nightmare!" Eir commented.

"Save us rather than letting us succumb to despair! Mhmm... Hmm..." Her breaths were getting unsteady and deep.

Looking at her despicable demeanour, Mordana couldn't hold back anymore. She took some of her ale and asked Eir to part Serephina's lips.