THAT ILLUSION || Chasing the call of the chasm.
Earth is haunted, and they have come to save the earthlings before it's too late.
The Narngon school of magic is the only source of remedy for this silently perishing world. The trio of infamous queens...
"She needs it. Just do it. She should either sleep well or wake up. If she refuses to get up, let her rest long."
Accepting that Eir thrust her cheeks and she poured the dark viscous ale into her mouth. She rubbed her throat to help it glide down. With the minor dose, Serephina resumed her slumber silently. When her snores were replacing the mumbles, both of them sighed in goodwill.
"This crazy woman would have taken my life for her nightmares. So stubborn to give up a dream," Mordana ridiculed.
"Rest! She is better now." Eir diverted her.
"True! Let me go and refill my dose. This girl stole my hard work so easily." Stating that she walked towards her aisle.
"Are you sure it was just an ale? I thought it was something noxious. Some nasty deadly thing!" Mordana lifted her brow and thinned her lips with a stiff glare.
"It's not my fault! Who would brew some ale in this black glistening pigment? The moment I saw it, I was perplexed. Also, how can I expect a woman who loves death to do something normal?" Eir nagged her hard.
"Not fitting! Firstly, black is my only fascination and every potion of mine would be in black. Secondly, I love death but not everyone's. The one who can never accept life the way it is and complains it strictly can never be worthy of it. So don't call me a necrophiliac Ms Curie Queenie!" She retorted.
"Well! I apologise, Ms Dearthly hallow! Get along with that bizarre ale of yours," Eir grated her.
"Good for you! Do let me know when she is awake. She must sleep for at least three candles time." Stating that she turned to walk away but halted when they heard some wakening grunts.
"Who was sleeping? Is someone unwell?" Serephina asked innocently, shrugging off her weariness. Eir held her palms and gently tightened her grip, yearning some sombre stares.
"It was you who was driving us mad with your worst mares. And here you ask who was that. Oh, Lovely lord!" Eir let her maddening thoughts on lease.
"What? Me? Maybe, but I don't remember anything though. Better that I don't. It's all for good." Serephina's eyes lit up with a delightful smile.
"Better? You stole my ale and you woke sooner! This is sickening me and you say it's all for good?" Mordana never expected this debacle.
"Okay! Okay! I'm sorry. Glad now? We have to plan our training for the day." She pinched her ears to convince them.
"Not so better much! But yeah it's a waste of energy to refill an unworthy ale," Mordana expressed her misery.
"Don't mourn for that ale! I'm done with that ale tale. Let's progress," Eir hit her again. When Mordana was about to burst, she quickly rephrased it.
"I know you will do it better next time. Alright?" She encouraged, raising her thumbs to her.
"Not better, the best tomorrow," Mordana replied with confidence.
"Good! Now let's quicken up and get ready. It's not good to be late for Madame Valerie's hour." Eir backed them to time.
"Oh! That paranoid woman. I never wish to hear her rancid words and timid talks. That too not in front of those crazy novices. Let's go soon today,' Serephina added and Mordana patted their shoulders in approval.
With that disposition, they were getting ready for their training. They were dressed in thick laced garments that suited well with their heavy rings and sleek stringed chains dangling with ruby, amethyst and black opal, pendants. They did their light makeovers to highlight their twinkling eyes and plumpy lips. They seated their hair in a messy high bun while leaving some stray strands to tease their sharp-featured face beneath their flat and smooth tiara encircling their heads.
Grabbing some quills and times of tanned parchment along with some essential stuff from their perfectly clumsy, accidentally burnt side desks, they locked their chamber. They reached the granite floored hallways and greeted everyone with their standard glares and crooked smiles.
Their charm and perfection pulled anyone's attention, but their intimidating attitude and their terrific skills repelled everyone.
After scrutinising the flooded ways, they reached their classes. When they were about to step in, an autocratic voice stopped them.
"Stop right there! You have no business here." It was Madame Valerie. The paranoid psyche, that was her epithet. Glancing at her rim-spectacled eyes and purely black attire that contrasted her half pink and half green hair, one could tell why such an epithet was given to her.
"Sorry to offend you, madame. Are we not on time?" Serephina asked politely.
"Not my concern. You are wanted by Professor Azarious. Meet him on time if possible and now... Off my sight." Waving her pointers for a moment, she closed the door with a loud thud and it made them step back in astonishment.
"That psyche needs some treatment. This was quite too much!" Mordana scowled in bitterness.
"Relax! I wonder why he did summon us after all. Can't be anything good," Eir spoke her mind and it was a lot sensible.
Professor Azarious never summons anyone unwantedly unless there was something risky and rendering. This piece of news was enough to cloud their mind. Yet they must attend this call whatever it might be. Without delaying much, they set their mind to meet whatever uncertainty was waiting to greet them there. Maybe this was the beginning of the havoc!
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With this chapter, I'm completing my first milestone for the ONC 2021. Hope this is enjoyable.
Some may ask why it is entirely a wizardry world and why there were no 21st century things. For this, I would say that I love the traditions the way they are.
./ø\. I will be adding some rare or fancy words as the chapter caption. I feel those words must need some light! What do you guys think?
./ø\. How are these spells? I created them. I use English words and modify them.
./ø\. What do you think is awaiting them?
./ø\. Can they face it or will they be pushed? If you were them what would you think the task to be?
./ø\. The above gif is my attempt. Are they fitting? Does it provoke some tracesinyour mind? Just some sceptical anxieties!
Make me know your thoughts in the comments. I await them all.
