"Is that true?" The fairy said while moving onward to him while he moves back away from her. "He is the destroyer, you sense it and I know you are but you subsist one of the Malice" She rolled her fingers into her palm and then tried to fly but the moment she did that - she fell, bumping her cheeks and chin on the ground. "Are you well?" He asked after he walked fast back to her to kneel if she was good - he heard a thump that made him concerned. "All is well" she stands up slowly, pushing herself with her arms along with her trembling legs. Her chin and cheeks were reddened from the sudden fall and hence covered with telluric. The mage already surmised she will attempt to harm him like his friends but karma stepped on her - he believes.
"What happened to your wings? Can I ask what is your identity?" The mage asked twice while she is patting the telluric out of her - that was awkward. "Gaulle is my name the u is silent," she said in a voice that she stood irritated - from the tumble, it established an awkwardness. "That is a beautiful name" he smiled in the end.
"I am here to betoken that there is danger here that is why I committed that awful thing upon them," she said before pushing him where his friends occurred suffering above where he stood but was not there. "What are you talking about, Lady Gaulle?" He said while his hand are at the side of her forearm trying to hold her from shoving him in reverse. "The man from the troublesome creatures or nuisances is here before you, prithee be cautious," she said in a hurry after she kiss him on the cheeks ere push him to the ground. His cheeks reddened but before he vanish into this reality, he said it a second time "What are you trying to clarify?". After he asked with no response from the fairy, he was pulled in as he fell like his reality heaved him back beneath him, and then the place he stood earlier disappeared - like her world turned into ashes and the fairy only smiled at a few distances away from the mage. The sound like a wormhole prevailed beneath his back, surrounded by pure water and petals that created a portal to bring him back to his presence. As he tries to reach out for her, she began to fade - he cannot espy her perchance when the time he was plucked forcefully by the verity.
"Vëctlör! Wake up!" His brother tried to be conscious of his brother to shake his shoulders with his hands that are wrapped with uncertainty. "Hey! Pray thee open your eyes!" Aerline pats his forehead gently with her voice that sounded like the elder brother - they were frightened. Kristinov was standing behind them, his eyes ambling around and then up and down to the place like he is yet apathetic. The mage, at last, woke up from their cry, he was panting and his torso raised away on the ground. "Thank Heaven, You are well!" The elder brother hugged him tightly, clutching his body into his, and then he can feel his brother's sweat and warmness - he sighed in the end from relief. Aerline giggled with a blend that she was slightly weeping. "We have to go," Kristinov said while he was now far away from them like twenty feet.
"You monster!" The elder brother strolled toward Kristinov with wrath after he shove himself away from his brother. The brother curled his fingers into his palm, clasping it tightly hence grinning his teeth with the sounds of his teeth pushing one another. "What are you doing?!" Aerline quickly stands up before the mage with a worry about what he will do soon enough he gets to Kristinov's. He pushed Kristinov on the chest but he did not feel anything - even though his body was shoved in reverse, the thrust was tough that created a sharp motion. "After what happened, you did not care a thing, you heartless demon, why don't you complete your own journey than risking our existence from your stupid misstep that you committed?!" He said it fast that Kristinov did not catch a word from him because of his outrage and then he occurred to be pushed again but this time it was greater than the recent moment. "You monster, you ruin the other's home and ours and now this, you deranged miserable callous beast" therefore he pushed again, this is the third time he dribble his anger by shoving, again and again, Kristinov hard onto the chest but he did not attend to - like the belief he was entitled to this aspect of punishment.
"Halt this!" Aerline pulled the brother's arm into her but he refuse so he poked her to move back and then pushed him again. As the moment Kristinov saw she was poked but it was just a feeble force. Kristinov's brows tucked in beyond his helmet, the wrath smog out of his nostrils and then he changed his impression from careless to irritated. He saw she whimpered like a puppy that is been assaulted but she tried to push the brother away from Kristinov but - Kristinov did the honor. He kicked him which made him fall to the ground like he was knocked or pushed away downward by a sharp gust. The brother groaned from pain, laying his hand above his stomach - he was been hit right through the abdomen. "What did you do?!" Aerline yelled at him, her eyes were now angry at Kristinov. She rewrites her impression from needy to like she can bare to fight him back.
Aerline grabbed the brother's hand "I am sorry, he makes mistakes" she whispered with her eyes slowly will wail again. "We have to go, we do not have much time," Kristinov said while strolling backward. "You go! You breathe forever careless!" She yelled and then she gazed back at the brother with worry. Kristinov only stands nigh her, he does not want to go away without her beside him like a child waiting for his mother to come along and he gazes at them like he was envious and weak at the same time. "My apologies, Sir Fenock, I want you to go!" Aerline yelled after she move away from the brother and then Vëctlör came to his brother to kneel. "Are you alright?" The mage asked while helping his brother to stand up. Aerline is now her turn to push him but Kristinov grabbed her wrist fast before he will be pushed by her. "Do not force me to do this, Let us go now" He whispered after he pull her strongly into his chest, making her chin go touch it as well as her other hand. His grip was getting tighter the more she moves to get away. Kristinov let her go by losing his grip on her wrist and then toss it to her aspect heavy and quickly. Aerline's wrist was wrapped with rosiness like she was wearing a bracelet, the lining was faded and the inner mark was intense crimson like she prevailed redden but severe but slowly will subside. After he did that, she whimpered under his breath, while caressing her wrist - her tears barely drop downward to her freckles. "Pardon me" Kristinov's last word ere he leave sans them - he understand they already despise his doings so he fled carelessly. Aerline does not want him to go but she achieves not have a choice to choose - abandoning the mages behind will be tragic to commit so she stayed. "Leave him be" the elder brother whispered through the cold breeze running over them and then everything went silent.
The elder brother, at last, stands his torso to sit beside his brother and Aerline. "What happened to you back there?" Aerline asked the mage "Affirmative, what happened?" The brother asked as well with their eyes with bothers. "Your wrist Aerline, what did he do to you?" the mage did not answer but questioned Aerline while holding her hand. "I will breathe well" she answer and pulled her hand off to his clutch softly. "Now, what just happened to you earlier? You fainted" She asked while patting his back along with a smile likewise. "I do not know what happened as I got on to the other world like the fairy realm where their spirits stride there when they confront demise I believe" He scratches his head while moving his chin from side to side. Trying to recall Gaulle's looks and the moment she betokens him like she was in a hurry that is why she talk passively to shortly but her accent was still charming. "I think you doze from their pixies, they are called Evermore fantasy blue dust, they only bring special ones to bring them to their world to see the future, past and further enigmas to be poured upon you by them," the brother said while stroking his chin with his thumb hence his fingers are rolled into his palm - still giving answers from his thoughts without thinking the pain from his abdomen.
"That is rare to prevail arise to me, right brother?" The mage pokes his shoulder once after that his brother manages to stand up with all of his strength to get up - fighting the pain. He groaned as he stands up. "You are one of the third stages of the great mages brother, only you and the first and the second mages can enter their pixies," he said, his eyes were fully shut striving to shove the injury and therefore he lay his arm to his young brother to be supported when standing up. "Wow, you are one of the strongest mages?" Aerline asked with a wide smile from curiosity and enthusiasm - she stands up after the brothers stood up before her. "Oh heavens, I forgot about that, actually I and my brother are rare to dwell beyond or upon Connart though" He smiled while his eyes are closed, nodding up and down like the feeling he is a superstar. Aerline clapped rapidly with a nymph smile that can give rise to the brother be dulcify within their essence. The impuissant girl leads the strong mages, uncovering a path to come out of the fairy land that there is no redeeming it nor perchance.
They all can hear a buzzy sound beyond the trees but they did not care about it - they kept going. The place was enormous, filled with ashes and ichor. Cottages above the once were a blossom tree, beneath the tree and beside it are burned down to twilight dust, every step they stroll onto this place - they are everywhere.
"Hey fellows, have you ever heard those disturbing noises?" The mage asked while moving his eyes from side to side and up and down. "Either do I" The brother agreed as well Aerline - meaning they all heard it. They kept moving forth, looking around and then strolling again until they found a way out. "Kristinov vanished already?" Aerline stands behind the brother while they are however wandering - laying her both hands above her hips. She looked everywhere like she has the feeling they were there previously. "Have we been here before?" The brothers said at one time - having the same thoughts as well. They all nodded unhurriedly, panicking inside from getting lost in the woodland and cottages - like deja vu.
"How on earth we prevail lost in this ruined wilderness?" The mage's voice was irritated to walk within thirty minutes just to go back where they stood before Kristinov fled sans them. They kept seeing the same mosses cottages wrapped with vines - plants thrive hastily around here. The ichor and ashes were still there as well as their tracks. A wasp sound suddenly appeared, a laugh beside them becoming louder to fade and they all saw an enormous shadow onward to them - it was flying.
Three big wasps appeared suddenly after they settled above the log where they can sit to fetch rest. "What is that?" Aerline dropped her sight and jaw from the terror she saw as well the brothers. They have never seen such a beast appear abruptly even though they did not rest longer above the long log that is covered with moss and blood. "I have killed wasps before, I think I have slain one of their family members they are here for vengeance I reckon," The elder brother said with a smile that shows awkwardness while waving his hand back and forth to get his attention. "You being sarcastic, right?" The mage asked with a pat that was supposed to be a slap but he did it lenity. The wasps only fly above nigh where they stood, not doing anything to harm them but their noise can do though. A laugh beyond the buzz disturbance, it was deep - like Kristinov was laughing. "Show yourself!" Aerline yelled, losing Kristinov, getting lost and now this makes her show her anger to the wasps as well as the man who laughs beyond the noisy insects. "Hello Aerline" the violet man appeared after a like tornado pace between the wasps - all the winds and gusts disappeared as he showed up with a grin.
"What do you want?" Aerline asked with her brows shoved in deeply with a gape of anger. "You," he said and then began to blow some specks of virescent dust - creating a mist with that. The mage began to attack with his power that it will never last long within his hands but few attacks can do. One of his strikes, hit the violet man but only a slight wound appeared on his shoulder but the others are not - he laughed at how weak the mage is. The elder brother, summoned a shield from sniffing the mist like poison gas - whispering his spell under his breath. A big bubble protected them, they can see the winds and sea thrusting one another with their beauty within the little phosphenes of the remarkable shield. The mist did not come in along with their poison but they try to break in after the elder brother built a protection. Unfortunately, one of the wasps came into the shield. "What the?!" The mage yelled and then he attack but the wasp kept dodging by swinging aside.
The wasp was attempting to grab Aerline but the mage was protecting her as well as his power to attack the foe pest. He reaches to the air and then casts rapidly. A power of like nature's color appeared from his hand, heading forth to the wasp and the power within was billions of dust working together to blow the wasp. The stunning power runs like an arrow that is been taken off from the bow, fast like the fulguration when the world becomes gloomy, and every time it hits the wasp - it creates a mist pushing against the skin and fleeing away from to the sides like you been slam by a water balloon. Luckily, it shoots right to the wings to stop from flying to them. The two more wasps poked the bubble but it never pops, their beak strive to penetrate the bubble but the bubble-like bulge was pulling the beak and then bounce it right back at the wasps. The mage kept attacking the wasp when this is the chance to hit it before his power will lose stamina. Hitting the eye, body, beak, and wings with his wrath to stop it from getting Aerline away from them. The mist that the violet createseate vanishes away by the winds. The place where they stood beganloseoose its beauty, the bloomy trees became wither, the house was not there now like before and below the branches was a hive full of worms but it was not there before. The sky becomes gloomy, the rain will pour anytime and the place of the fairies becomes darker than was once bright as a beamish morning.
The elder brother's shield began to lose its bubble, the man will have the chance to strike - violet man cannot assault from the shield, it came from the very eld spell to protect any power that attempts to destroy. "Let me in, little lambs!" The disastrous man yelled along with a grin of excitement from this pleasure to see them suffering as well as seeing Aerline as his trophy. "Khuno!" A familiar deep voice yelled after the man shouted to scare them like big bad would telling them to get out of their shelter. "Kristinov?!" Aerline cried out to see if Kristinov truly came back for them - so she ran out of the bubble and lose its power to protect them. The violet man turned and he heard Aerline's steps heading where his head was heading. The mage attacked to cover Aerline but it did not come out of his hands - as it jogged out of juice. "Aerline!" The mage yelled to stop running because the man will catch her at any moment but she did not hear him so the mage run after her and his brother will cover him when something will strike him suddenly.
Aerline saw Kristinov afar with his horse and massive weapon likewise. The shades behind Kristinov and alongside were much more darker than the last moment they met. The crimson eyes glinted through the openings of his helmet as well as his horse - the tail of the horse became a dark blaze, in the ends were fading to the blue but it never ceases whatsoever. As she stands her lips started to curl upper without noticing the man will catch her with his arm. The mage was trying to reach out to her hence with his scream calling her name to shove her back or to the side. Luck did not save them.
Aerline was captured by the man, he's clasping her torso with his tough arm, and he can feel her below bosom laying onto his forearm and her warm resting on his frigid body.
The brothers yelled, supine their heads above to see the man was drifting high while holding Aerline. Aerline tried to escape by pounding her fist onto his forearm, kicking the air along with her outcry and, wabbling her head to slam her head to his so he can prevail knocked out but it was unthinkable. "Kristinov, prithee help me!" She screamed as Dusk saunter to the man. "Hail and well met, turncoat!" He yelled to Kristinov eventually he laughed before he leave with Aerline. The man performed an unpleasant thing to Aerline - licking her rosy cheeks while she was crying for help.
Kristinov takes out his Daleon Blade was still with his aspect. He throw it into the air, the blade was fervid and nonetheless crimson. As the man drifted away to the forest, he was hit into the calf by Kristinov's bullseye throw. The blade impaled into the flesh and let the poison thrive into the blood of a naughty foe. He groaned from pain but he still fled away. The cry from Aerline began to fade as they stride to the mist where it will begin to drain their water. Kristinov followed where the Khuno escaped as well as the brothers. With the drip of the blood, the steed can follow and Kristinov whispered onto his steed to move faster but they are too late to reach as well the brothers. Kristinov was confused to lose track, he was barely there to reach out for Aerline but one of his old allies take her away again. The gloom poured its tears as the man who take Aerline to make her as a sacrifice vanished in a glimpse.