THAT ILLUSION || ONC 2021

~•{Chapter #10}•~

As the tips of light proceeded to paint the raven bundles of her friends and herself she grew impatient.

'Stopekt tryft revealey!'
'Stop the revelation!'

She ordered, making the magical brush fall with a clink. She buried her sizzling eyes between her palms. She rasped her forehead as her frightened eyes streamed. Her tussled breathes and erratic sighs made her temple raise up and down. The frights and stampedes raced her consciousness which kept fiddling with her.

Get away from here. This isn't where I belong. Her limping strengths cautioned her.

Heeding them, she loosened her taut arms, letting them fall on her thighs in a thud. A soft clank of metal echoed in her tepid ears. The soft shimmers of scarlet stones of her beloved ignited a new ray of hope on her. Without any qualms, she placed her palms over her bracelet, and spelt,

'Musterig Calypso.'
(Muster Calypso.)

But her requests weren't effective.

Does the raven chills snatch your magical core? But, you did create a beam of fire. Did you spell it wrong? Was it...

"Stop it, please!" She quietened the knocks questioning her mind.

Her thatching tears consumed her. She felt locked in a vicious vacuum chamber readied to be foraged by the anonymous malicious beings. She fussed over her fragility, as the nauseous haunts of snow teased her nostrils, piercing through her nostrils. She was succumbing to despair. She closed her eyes, giving off the last whiffs of her hope into the cataclysmic abyss of never-ending mirth.

SCKEEEWW... SCKEEEW...

The surprising screeches were the only melody her ears craved for. She parted her lids only to witness nothing before her. Before she could conclude it to be a delusion, she witnessed a vacuolated void in front of her. There was no weird brush portraying her forgotten memories nor were there any chills creeping over her seething skin. An odious silence brawled her thoughts, silencing everything except for the familiar cries.

SCKEEW... SCKEEEW

The outgrowing cries lightened her heavied heart. She could sense that she was flying afar, like a rider floating on their soul protector. But Calypso didn't come for her. She was unsure of what was happening around. Yet, it didn't scare her. Until the burdens surpassed, she cared nothing more.

When her prying eyes looked at the haunt-worthy chilling fields that now looked like a mere sphere of shadow, emitting jet raven fumes, the swayings of the scarlet blooms flashed behind her rioting emotions.

Once a shot of thrilling irritation bittered her senses, she clasped her lids.

Is it a crazy dream? Or a cautioning vision? Her reckoning brain perched again. She latched up her thoughts not to lend herself a source for a hefty headache.

Amidst her decisions and suspicions, eventually, she did end up somewhere. The mild pressure on her elbows, a cherry scened feathery cage and the moisture on her cheeks told a different tale.

SCKEEW! SCKEEW!

She abruptly opened her eyes drifted to a heinous maze. She saw a relieving sight.

The once black parted beaks were breathing golden between screams, that sounded as jingles of joy to wake her. The metallic feathers had grown massive, lifting the soft soothing quilts in the air, to curl around and embrace the shivering lady besides. The ruby stones had grown alive with raven iris and radial spikes, lighting a candle of faith back in her.