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...
"Not now. We will see to it all then. And, how can you clean it all alone with your infantile arms?" Galene ridiculed him.
"Alone is whom? I have a new companion." His words twisted every mind.
"What? Did you bring in someone to the cottage?" Hugh's words made him scratch his temples in ambiguity.
"Don't yell at me. In a momentous thought, I have brought her here." He bit his lip again, bruising it this time. But it did heal even before his eyes blinked.
"How could..."
"A she?" Serephina's query loomed between the invisible shield that separated the worlds.
"Yes, we all know her well. But I wonder how she could heal this quick past the wounds she had yesterday. Must be your golden treatment."
Chills and shrills crept through every spine, making them bereft of words.
"What are you speaking? She isn't alive on Earth!" Eir unleashed it all.
"What does that suppose to mean?" Mordana shrieked past her withheld patience.
"How could you be so sure of that? Speak up Eir," Serephina stood up, withering her calmness.
"I have wreathed a bulwark in her home aligning the protective glyphs of amethyst. That is why I'm weak. If she slips past it I will surely know it." Her words riddled the slower minds.
"That's ridiculous, Eir! Did you put her in the Sanctus gaol?" Serephina decoded her words, arching her brows in utter horror. Her new blues dilated as she chewed her lips.
"Eir that's much of what you did. Ah, gods are merciful!" Galene gawped. "You know how to reverse it or not?" Galene's query filled her with more rue.
"Hold the storms for a moment. What exactly are we missing?" Laurel's words felled the falling frictions.
"I have remanded her in Sanctus gaol, Sir. But I know not how to reverse the spell."
"If you don't know to reverse it why should you pick it up in the first place? You have risked her life enough!" Kenna retched her bitterness.
"I had no option to save her. If the spirit could survive past the protection spells then what shall I do? I promised Kayte to save her even if it means my life. For I know what care is supposed to be."
Her pricking tone crammed Kenna's heart. Her eyes glistened to fill the fractured voids with tears. The one's she had bargained to never slide past her eyes for so long. She hid her face between her palms, letting the teasing orange pelts stick to her forehead, provoking her reticence. Rohana held her tight to support her coiling frame.
"Let's not wind the lost past with this present. Allow some mercy to seep through you. Let's not stiffen. After all even metals will melt when warmed right." Rohana tried to mend them for the moment.
She called Valerie to help her out while mustering her charred chunks to read through the signs that had been blooming in front of her.
If I could read the signs then the vision would have chosen me. Kenna's words kept her immersed.
It's my turn to unfold it all. Oh, mother guide me through, she surrendered herself when her eyes looked at the serene smile enough to hood infinite tightening with its tenderness. Between her dubiety and abstention, she saw the glowering eyes of the deity shine brighter.
You shall not fail! Her conscience declared.
"What is the conclusion now?" Laurel took his stance. Rohana's confident stare answered him.
"Azarious and Galene, can you both awaken the seraphic octagrams? I shall re-form the syllables to latch the migration between verses."
Without any qualms, the couple did as they were instructed. Muffled chants and syllables were floating between the airs. Being the one left idle, Laurel wanted to be sure of what would happen next.
"Does that mean we are going to call in the girl?" His question became an added burden to the iffy air.
To the power of indefinite beginning, And an end that shall never bloom, May thy sinag secure the soul's craters, May they invade to cleanse the worlds, Invoking thou might, we all be secure, Shatters shall severely succumb, Not the fears shall find us in any echelon, Oh, the glow of gold! Shall keep us unassailable.
Rohana closed her eyes to recite the charm in a loop of eight, slowly brightening the tilleul rays between her brows to glow gold. The emerging golden sparkles sprinted to the relics. Invoking the divine courage, she opened her sparkling emerald eyes shining auraceous akin to the tender sinag of the sun on surfaces of teal waters.
The thundering nacreous beams of the octagrams from both the worlds collided on the glazing facets of blue kyanite stone and mirrors, but weren't able to cross each other as the flowing golds faded into nothingness, sealing even the finest ports. The meandering shimmers ensured that the protection was solid. They redefined even the thinnest grain left unswept and scattered on the reflecting floors and walling glasses.
"Now is the time. Call her in," she declared. She was sure that the time had inclined to seek the mystery from every brim.
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Now is the time to spill your theories. And, I command the lantern of faith to arise because what awaits next is between the wilderness and iniquity.
