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Story Six Hundred Thirty Two Ends Friday, November 15
|Dusk was falling in Faerieland as a skinny pink Aisha entered the 'Cirrus Cafe'. The walls, tables, chairs and lamps inside the local were as pink as her. She didn't mind that. It was her favourite colour, after all. But she was also sure that the person she was meant to meet there didn't think the same.
Almost all the tables were occupied. In one of them, five faerie Lennies were playing Poker. Next to them, a fire and an air faerie were chatting and eating ice cream. She could see a couple of dark faeries sitting alone in two different tables. One of them, with waist-long wavy hair, was filing her sharp black nails; the Aisha was sure she wasn't the one she was looking for. The other was sitting down on the other side of the Cafe. She was staring off into space, supporting her head with her arm resting on the table, while with the other hand, she stirred what looked like a half melted blue moon sundae. Cecelia walked toward her, apologizing as faeries and Neopets moved their chairs forward as she passed.
The dark faerie was still spacing out. If she noticed she was staring at her, Cecelia couldn't tell. The Aisha then tried to remember the password. They had set it up on their last Neomail.
"Sometimes I think that Kikos are the luckiest Neopets."
"They save a lot of money on socks," the dark faerie replied.
Cecelia then sat down and left her rucksack on a chair next to her.
"I am afraid I'll have to charge you extra. The invisible petpet I used to do the job lost its collar and now I cannot find it, so I'll need a new one," the faerie said.
She wasn't surprised at all; dark faeries were not known by their honesty.
"That is not what we agreed!"
The faerie shrugged.
"Breaking into the Royal Castle is not easy... Anyway, here's what you wanted," she said, taking a small bottle out of her pocket.
Cecelia stared at the pale blue shiny liquid with her eyes wide open. "Finally it's mine!" she thought.
The voice of her companion brought her back to reality.
"By the way, I know it's not my business, but... what do you plan to do with this junk?"
Date: Nov 11th
"You've heard about the recent events in Tyrannia, correct?" the Aisha said.
The dark faerie nodded. "Of course. Everyone knows about what's been going on there. Fyora is still doing research on the various factions now that they've revealed themselves. Even she thought the Sway was just a rumor before."
"And what they're fighting for, correct?" Cecelia said, her grin still wide and dark.
"The power of the oracle that lives in the obelisk," the dark faerie answered.
"That's what I need all this junk for," Cecelia said, "Alone, it doesn't do anything, but with all of it together, I'll have the power to subjugate the Oracle of the obelisk and take all of its power for myself!"
That caught the dark faerie's attention. "How..." she started to say. "How could all of this..."
The Aisha cut her off. "You don't need to know the whys or the hows of it. You've done your part. Now I need to finish my job and embrace my destiny!"
Cecelia got up from her seat to excuse herself, when the dark faerie suddenly reached out and grabbed her by the arm.
"I want in."
The Aisha looked to her partner in crime. 'What?" she hissed softly.
"You heard me," the dark faerie said. "I want in on this plan. The risk I went through to break into the Royal Castle like that is not worth the paltry sum of Neopoints you paid me."
"And why should I?" Cecelia whispered.
"Because," the dark faerie said with a grin, "you just told me your whole plan, and I could go to Fyora right now and expose you. You should know better than to fully trust a dark faerie!"
Cecelia growled a bit, but soon relaxed. "Fine," she said, "you're in. But you'll need something first..."
Date: Nov 11th
...The Aisha paused, a plan to pay the faerie back for her treasonous threats creeping into her mind.
"And what's that?" the dark faerie asked with a frown.
"You need a good disguise. Nobody will suspect me, for obvious reasons, but you, being a dark faerie..." The faerie's frown darkened.
"I understand. I'll get one together."
A smile crept across Cecelia's face. "That won't be necessary. I have just the right one in mind..." she said, reaching for her rucksack.
"There is no way I will ever wear that."
"You want to help me, correct?" Cecelia inquired. The faerie scowled, but nodded her head.
"Then you'll have to, unless you want to drink a morphing potion or somethi--"
"No, no! I'll... I'll wear it." Cecelia smirked and tossed her rucksack to the faerie, who caught it with one hand.
"Hey kid, I never got your name. I'm Angela, by the way. And... why are we all the way out here? Isn't the Oracle in The Lost Desert or something?" Cecelia looked up from the handful of "junk" she had been examining.
"Oh, I'm Cecelia, and we're out here--" she gestured to the Tyrannian Plateau, "because the Oracle is actually in Tyrannia."
"I knew that," the dark faerie replied, fuming as she rummaged through the rucksack. "I just hope this 'disguise' isn't as bad as you were describing it to be." Her hand finally wrapped around something soft and cottony.
"Aha. Here it... is!" she exclaimed, pulling out... a bright pink Kyrii costume. Cecelia couldn't help but release a chuckle. The faerie stared the Aisha down.
"I hate you right now," she said coldy, her glare averting to the wad of pink fabric clutched in her hand.
"Well, I don't care! After all, you got yourself into this, and remember: no one will suspect two pink Neopets coming up to 'ask the Oracle a question.'"
Angela's frown lightened slightly.
"Fine, Cece. You know, I'm going to call you that from here on out. It's a lot easier."
Cecelia sighed. "Fine, but you've got to put that on -- we've got one more place to go before we get to the Oracle..."
Date: Nov 12th
"We're here. You can take your blindfold off now."
Angela, coughing and panting from walking what seemed like miles across the hot Tyrannian landscape, shook the dust off her Kyrii costume and gratefully took off the blindfold. The deplorable Aisha did not even have the courtesy to slow down for her.
"Where are we?"
Cecelia shot her an annoyed look, dropping her rucksack on the ground and moving toward the far corner of the cave. Angela noticed that she kept the shimmering vial carefully cradled in one hand.
"Fine, don't tell me."
Cecelia did not answer. The Aisha had led her to some type of hidden cave. It was sparsely furnished, with shelves carved into the stone walls and a massive stone table in the back. On top of the table was a giant, dark ebony mortar and pestle. Vials upon vials of sparkling, shimmery liquid filled the shelves.
The Aisha, completely ignoring Angela, was busy at the table. There, she crushed a fine, dark powder with the pestle.
"How long are we going to be here?" Angela asked impatiently. She was a dark faerie, and dark faeries did not take well to being bossed around!
"As long as it takes," Cecelia snapped. "Remember, you're the one who wanted to come along. Now, stop distracting me!"
How dare she! Angela puffed up, glaring daggers at the back of the Aisha's head. "Now YOU listen here, you sorry excuse for a furball... no one orders me around like... mmph!"
Angela's hands flew to her throat. Her mouth continued moving, as if to speak, but no sound emerged. At the table, Cecelia lowered her outstretched arm and glared at the faerie.
"I told you to stop distracting me," she hissed. "I can and will make you obey me, if necessary."
It was nearly unheard of for non-faeries to possess magic that would work on faeries. Angela nodded meekly.
"Good." The Aisha returned her attention to the mortar and pestle.
A flick of her fingers, and Angela found that she could speak again. "Who are you?" she croaked. "What are you?"
There was a silence as Cecelia carefully placed the pestle beside the mortar on the table and turned to face the dark faerie.
"If my plan is successful, everyone will know my name! I am Cecelia, daughter of Emerus the Wizened... and it is I who is the rightful leader of the Order of the Red Erisim. After this, that old Ogrin will regret passing me over for Rasala!"
Angela watched in horror as the Aisha took a step forward with a truly menacing expression on her face, uncapped the glittering vial, and downed it in one gulp...
Date: Nov 12th
...Angela watched apprehensively as... nothing happened.
The Aisha stood in the same spot, looking quite unchanged.
"Did it work?" Angela asked.
Cecilia smirked. "Were you expecting something dramatic? Why don't we test it, then? Go ahead, try and perform some magic."
The dark faerie frowned in confusion. She then flicked her hand nonchalantly toward a nearby shelf, intending to break a few bottles, but the glasses remained still.
Angela frowned. She directed her attention toward the candle providing a small amount of flickering light around the cave and concentrated on fading the energy of the flame, but after a minute, it continued to flicker serenely.
"My magic!" Angela shrieked. "What did you do with my magic?"
Cecilia chuckled, the sound reverberating around the cave's walls. She waved her paw and the flame went out. They were both plunged into temporary darkness until the flame flickered back to life again.
"All this junk, as you called it, allowed me to concoct a magical draught that causes an internal magnet that takes and absorbs any nearby magic. Not that I need the mediocre magic of a faerie, but I wished to test it before I approach the Oracle."
"You can't do that!" the dark faerie cried frantically. She felt extremely vulnerable without her magical abilities.
"Don't worry. Once you help me get to the Oracle, you'll have your powers back and then some. Now, rumor is the battles are about to recommence, so we must hurry."
Angela had almost forgotten she was wearing the Kyrii costume. She had half a mind to turn on her heel and leave, but where would she be without her powers? Yet, could she really trust her partner to stay true to her word?
"Are you coming?" Cecilia's voice snapped from the entrance of the cave.
"Aren't you going to blindfold me again?" Angela muttered.
Cecilia shrugged. "No need, really. I thought you might just chicken out when you saw the cave. You dark faeries aren't exactly known for your bravery."
Angela chose to ignore the snide remark, and the two exited the darkness to see the blue skies of Tyrannia once more. They continued on foot until the tall pyramidal structure of the obelisk protruded dauntingly into their view...
Date: Nov 13th
She didn't trust the dark faerie. They were never up to any good, and even without magic, Cecelia knew that Angela would be plotting against her.
The obelisk stood, tall and majestic, just paces away; the first stirrings of the impending battle were obvious, with members of the various factions milling about, sizing up one another, inspecting their weapons... it worked in their favor, however, since the arrival of the two pink Neopets -- one actually so, and the other in disguise -- drew virtually no attention.
"Look inconspicuous," Cecelia hissed.
"I'm a dark faerie," Angela murmured in return. "If we're not known for our bravery, we are known for our stealth... moreso than pink Aishas."
Striking out at her would've garnered too much attention, so Cecelia swallowed a retort and contented herself by focusing especially hard on the obelisk.
They had almost made it when a brightly-feathered Lenny -- looking too ostentatious for any of the factions -- stepped in front of them, blocking the path to the obelisk.
"What are you doing here?" he demanded.
"We're just curious," Cecelia lied smoothly. "We're visitors from Faerieland, and we've heard that the obelisk is a must-see on every Tyrannian tourist brochure in Neopia--"
"Unaligned, then." The Lenny smirked. "Let me tell you, then, that you have to join the Brute Squad. We offer training and meals for any new recruits--"
"Not so fast," interrupted an approaching Bori, whose uniform signified a member of the Sway. "The Sway can offer training, meals, and free tickets to the Tyrannian Concert--"
"Forget about concerts. What about bottled faerie giveaways--"
The argument, which had started innocuously enough, soon swelled to immense proportions so that, before long, the Brute Squad Lenny drew out his sword and pointed it straight at the Bori.
"I guess the battle will be starting sooner than we'd expected," Angela said.
Curious faces, peeking out of the tents, saw only the Brute pointing his sword against the member of the Sway before the chaos of battle erupted...
Date: Nov 13th
...The two unaligned were plunged in the middle of the dispute quickly evolving into full on war between the Brutes and Sway. Luckily, the factions were too busy attacking each other to worry about recruiting the impartial, and the pair traversed onward. The entire obelisk soon came into view.
"There!" Cecelia exclaimed with a gratified sigh. "We're almost at that oracle." She giggled briefly.
"Yes," Angela agreed through gritted teeth.
New battles periodically commenced all around them -- the war was on. However, only members of the Brutes and Sway seemed to be involved.
"Where's the third and final faction?" the dark faerie inquired.
A Moehog wearing a pointy hat then sprinted in front of them.
"Oh Fyora," Cecelia started anxiously. "It's the Order." She turned and, in a frenzy, grabbed Angela by her purple shoulders. "Do you know what this means?!?" She was almost shrieking now.
Almost in answer to her question, a feminine voice rang out from within the faceless crowd. "Cecelia?"
The Aisha froze. The dark faerie grinned malevolently.
"Emerus's daughter?" A familiar figure emerged from the masses now totally crowding the obelisk.
Cecelia sighed. The Bori to which the voice belonged could not have been mistaken -- Cecelia had been spotted definitively. The pink Aisha turned to face her nemesis; Angela followed. Cecelia smiled, feigning cordiality. "If it isn't my friend Rasala!"
The Bori raised an eyebrow. "Sure, 'friend.'" She hesitated. "What are you doing out here, Cecelia?"
"I could ask you the same question," the Aisha replied ominously, though she knew the answer.
"I'm the head of one of the three factions invited to combat this warring period."
Cecelia nodded. She was correct.
Rasala's eyes narrowed. "Cecelia, this is a dangerous place."
"Do you think I'm unaware?" the Aisha rebuked. "I attained a level of magic as high as yours, Rasala. I know what I'm doing."
Tensions ran high, and Angela felt them. Did Cecilia have the ability to steal her adversary's magic, or had the Bori perfected some counter-spell? If the latter was true, the now-powerless dark faerie certainly did not want to be caught in the middle of a battle of advanced magic. "Look," she started as she walked over toward Rasala, "why don't you join Cece and myself on our journey toward the obelisk?"
Rasala smiled in a fashion that was almost sinister. "Ah, so that's your plan, 'Cece,'" she commented, imitating the dark faerie while repeating the juvenile abbreviation. "You want to ask the Oracle a question."
The Aisha sighed in disgust as her plans had become transparent to her enemy. She nodded her head in agreement.
"In this case, I'm invaluable," the Bori said, grinning with a mixture of self-satisfaction and condescension. "The Oracle, during times of conflict, speaks only to the faction leaders. You, Cecelia dearest, aren't one."
Cecelia suppressed a scowl, especially over the Bori's overt derision. She calmed herself. "Fine, Rasala. We'll go with you."
The Bori smiled sardonically as she led the way...
Date: Nov 14th
...To an arched opening in the obelisk. Smiling in a deceptive manner, she extended a cloaked arm out toward the opening.
"Guests always go first." Cecelia frowned and pushed past the Bori, muttering indecipherable curses as she did so. In a few moments, the Aisha had disappeared into the darkness. Angela shuffled to join her acquaintance but was halted by Rasala's other arm.
"What do you think you're doing? I'm with the little punk!" The disguised faerie huffed.
"I may look young, but I'm not dull. Belisarius, if you would." She paused as a rather large Tonu walked to her side. "What is she, under her disguise?"
The Tonu mumbled for a few moments before speaking.
"Hrmm... faerie... ahh... dark faerie..." Rasala nodded to him in thanks as he stepped backward to rejoin the others assembled behind Rasala.
"Pink Kyrii... my tail," was all she said.
"Wait! Wait! I can tell you Cece-- Cecelia's plan!" Angela sputtered. A twisted smirk found its way onto the Bori's face.
"Then I guess you'd be well off telling us... everything. Make it snappy, though; it won't be long 'til she finds the Oracle, and we need to get there before her."
The faerie gulped. "Fine, but you have to promise that you'll let me go afterward." There was a murmuring within the group behind Rasala. Silencing them with a wave of her paw, the Bori continued to smile.
"That's an assurance that we cannot give you..."
Date: Nov 14th
...The faerie's lips parted, as if to say something, but Rasala shifted her paw in front of Angela's face as if to tell the dark faerie not to bother, that her words weren't necessary.
"However..." Rasala continued, "I can assure you that, if you help me counter Cecelia's plan, you'll be rewarded. Now, whether that reward is being let go or simply just keeping your life... that's another story. So, spill the beans. I don't have all day!" she snapped, growing impatient.
Angela eyebrows pulled together and she started nibbling the corner of her bottom lip. Her mind was searching for a way out. The Bori was making it perfectly clear that she had no choice but to betray Cece -- not that the dark faerie minded this; she'd enjoy watching her crash and burn a little too much, especially after making her wear this ridiculous pink disguise -- but the dark faerie didn't trust Rasala... frankly, the dark faerie trusted Cece more than she trusted Rasala, and she didn't trust Cece one bit!
"Guarantee my freedom if I help you. Otherwise, no deal!" Angela demanded, her hands balling into fists. She was growing tired of being told what to do and she definitely didn't like how this adventure was playing out. Angela started plotting all the excruciating spells she'd cast on these pathetic Neopets as soon as she got her powers back.
"Belisarius," Rasala stated simply. The Tonu headed for Angela without hesitation. His walk was hefty and menacing. Angela's heart clenched as she watched his eyes burning into her, the horn on his nose far too enlarged and way too sharp for the faerie's liking.
"Oh-okay! Al-alright!" Her hands were in front of her as an effort of defense. "I don't know exactly what her plan is, per se. All she told me was that, if her plan is successful, everyone would know her name. She was rambling on how she was the daughter of Emerus the Wizened, which I know you know already, and she seems to think she is the rightful leader of the Order of the Red Erisim." Normally Angela wasn't this obedient, but without her powers she was nothing.
"There is something you're hiding."
"No, no, no! I swear," Angela stammered.
The Bori eyed Angela for a moment, then swiftly snapped her fingers. The Tonu stopped walking toward the dark faerie, snarling at her before retreating back to his rightful spot behind Rasala.
"Let's go... and don't think for a second that I trust you, dark faerie. I'm watching you. Here's what you are going to do, and you're going to do exactly what I say. Understood?"
Cecelia's eyes widened as she approached the Oracle.
"I.. I can't believe it. I'm here! It's time to fulfill my destiny..." Her heart was pounding; she was so excited that she could hardly contain herself. Her eyes traveled up the pointed rock structure. A massive yellow ray of light shot up into the sky.
"The hardest part of a journey is to choose to make it. Dangers are greatest in the heart, where fear can magnify them..." a smooth, velvety voice echoed in the dusty plains.
The voice was coming from the entrance of the structure -- the entryway illuminating bright yellow, matching the ray penetrating through the peak.
"You weren't thinking about starting the party without us, were you?" Rasala laughed as she approached Cece...
Date: Nov 15th
...Cecelia's excitement shriveled up like a deflated balloon. There went her moment of happiness and anticipation, right into that Bori's pointy hat. The Aisha was seething with rage but just barely managed to hold herself in check. "Of course not!" she grinned through gritted teeth. "Let's go. After all, only the proper leader may approach the Oracle." She purred, placing a steely emphasis on "proper."
Rasala ignored her and glided past her. "Esteemed Oracle, we have come to ask you something, or rather, she..." The Bori paused and turned back to Cecelia. "What is it you want to ask, anyway?" she prompted, raising an eyebrow.
"Who, me?" Cecelia blinked, feigning innocence. "I want nothing more than to see the power of the great Oracle. That way I can..." she paused, searching for the right words. "Better my own magical skills," the Aisha finished truthfully.
"Absolutely not!" the Bori spat, brandishing her staff. "I knew you were up to something, but to take my place directly? That's all you ever wanted to 'better your own magical skills' for!"
Cecelia pushed aside her staff with a paw. "You know as well as I do that it is I who should be wearing that hat. Alshemar himself said he had never seen such raw power as that in me." Cecelia returned to watching the now-pulsating yellow beam of light that seemed interested in the quarrel.
"Miss Cecelia, daughter of Emerus?" an airy, regal voice rang out through the plateau.
Cecelia grinned. "At last..." she murmured. "Yes!" She exclaimed, delighted to see a head, a body, and a tail emerging from the light -- or rather, separating itself from the light. In actuality, this was very close to what the Oracle was doing. She seemed to be smiling down at the pink Aisha.
"I shall grant you your request."
Rasala's jaw nearly dropped to the dusty ground.
"But... honorable Oracle... you can't just--"
"Silence, Miss Rasala. It is a valid request and, quite frankly, I care not for such flippant matters."
Rasala was silenced, her brow furrowed.
"However, there is... what you might call a catch. You must demonstrate your powers for me first." The Oracle smiled, clearly amused and pleased with herself.
The Bori's eyes widened. "Dark faerie, you know what to do! The Spell of Voids!"
"Say what?!?" Angela's head poked out from behind a tent. Not only was she enraged from being pushed around for several hours, she was furious for having to admit her weakness. "Didn't I tell you she took my powers?" She fumed, stepping out from behind the tent and crossing her arms. The faerie was, of course, stripped of her Kyrii costume, earning whispers and stares from those in the Order who weren't currently fighting.
"I thought you were joking!" Rasala shrieked, hurling a green ball of energy in Angela's direction.
The faerie leaped to one side. "Um, yeah... I think we have other things to worry about besides my honesty." She pointed to the Aisha, who by now was muttering all sorts of incantations while a dripping black sphere was forming between her paws.
Rasala bared her teeth. "Foolish 'Cece,' you should know better than that. No matter how powerful you may be, only two can finish that kind of spell. That's why I had enlisted Angela when I thought she wasn't so useless."
The Bori pulled her hat over her ears. "Stand back. This is going to get messy." Her claws clapped together, then spread apart with the force of a repelled magnet while her lips moved rapidly to repeat Cecelia's incantations and match her speed. The clash of swords and flung purses drowned their mutterings out, but the Oracle could hear them, and she listened intently, watching in utter awe.
Angela hated that she could do nothing but spectate, but she stayed behind the tent, deciding at last that her life was more important than her powers... for now.
The sphere between Cecelia's paws was nearly as big as her head, and it sparked with fierce energy that seemed to come from nothing. The sphere between Rasala's paws was, by now, equally matched in size and was also sparking. Cecelia's brow furrowed as she concentrated on destroying her opponent. If she could release the sphere at just... the right... moment... the Spell of Void would be complete, the Oracle would be impressed, she would show her powers, and Cecelia would take it all -- with Rasala and the rest of the Order being sucked into the void the two would create.
Rasala knew this. She clenched her jaw so tightly that it began to feel numb, but did not stop pouring her strength into her own ball of void.
The two were creating such dark forces between them that even the earth itself seemed to be nervous for them, and trembled. This got the attention of the nearby factions, who stopped fighting for a moment.
The wizards' eyes widened.
The spheres were released.
An earsplitting crash resounded through all of Tyrannia, creating a nearly black haze of smoke.
No swords clashed, no purses smacked, no claws scratched, no arrows flew. Everything was absolutely, unnaturally, still.
At last, the light seemed to clear the smoke enough so that one overlooking the scene could see what had happened. Everybody was prostrate, or at least on their knees from the sheer power that had nearly blown the plateau apart.
Angela opened her eyes.
Rasala opened her eyes.
Cecelia opened her eyes.
"Excellent." The Oracle was the first to speak, clapping her ethereal hands in approval. "Miss Cecelia, daughter of Emerus," she boomed.
Cecelia struggled to her feet, trying to maintain her balance. The attack had sapped much of her energy, but her anticipation fueled her efforts. "Yes, ma'am?" she practically squealed -- or would have, if she'd had the strength. What emanated from her throat was more of an excited, half-strangled squeak.
The Oracle chuckled. "I will hold up my end of the bargain. I shall show you my powers, as you have shown me yours." She turned to the now-fallen tent. "Angela, creature of the darkness. Step forth, if you please."
The faerie practically crawled to the base of the obelisk. "Hm?" was all she managed to croak out. She was far too tired to feel any kind of hatred that would have fueled her kind of magic.
"I have watched you especially, even before this battle. You stood up for yourself, even though it meant humiliation, and you were not afraid to think for yourself even though you were at your most vulnerable. That, I believe, cannot be trained for, and is truly deserving." The Oracle touched the tip of Angela's head with a golden finger and the faerie instantly flapped her wings, cackling and rejoicing in her restoration.
"At last! I knew this would come to an end!" she whooped, flying circles around the obelisk. Angela suddenly stopped in her flight and beat her wings back and forth, hovering. It was almost as though she felt something new.
A beam of darkness shot out from her palm. Angela grinned. "Let's see what I can do with this..." she said. Angela then disappeared into the midnight blue sky, but remained a hovering dot... watching.
Cecelia paid her no mind. "What is this?!?" she burst out angrily. "You said you would show me your power! I just about knocked out the LEADER of the Order!" she growled.
"Oh, but I have. My main power, which has never failed me, is judgment. Angela, creature of the darkness, was more deserving than you. You said it yourself -- Alshemar praised you for your raw power, but where would you be without it? You shall have to learn for yourself." The Oracle then winked playfully.
The Bori and her company could not help but burst into peals of laughter, which were interrupted by an enormous yawn. Everyone turned toward the sound, startled.
The Oracle blinked sheepishly and went on to explain herself. "Goodness! I haven't given out a boon like that since Before Neopia! Do excuse me. I must retire and regain my strength. I kindly beseech you, pray do not disturb me for at least 90 hours."
The Oracle faded back into the column of light.
"I... I... Ooh!" Cecelia could find no words to describe her rage. The Aisha bent two of her ears together and clasped her paws, channeling her energy into them, hoping to have at least absorbed some of the Oracle's power, just enough to obliterate Rasala for good.
Nothing happened, though.
"How?!?" was all she managed to say, her ears still curled with fury.
Rasala stood up and dusted off her robe. "It looks like the Spell of Voids created a hole in your magical abilities. Perhaps you'd like to be taken under my wing and relearn them?" she offered with a smirk.
Before Cecelia could respond, a deep purple shape swooped into the plateau and grabbed the Aisha around the waist, yanking her into the sky with her.
"I think I can help you with that," Angela cackled.
It would be ages before she could attempt to get another vial and try this all over again.
Date: Nov 15th
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