Anthony dropped the painting on the ground harshly, right at the same spot that the previous one had been before it disintegrated.
“Here is the painting.” He said, before strolling back to his former position on the podium, his eyes blazing with anger.
As time went on, he felt as if his anger to happiness ratio kept increasing, with the happiness going lower and lower with every ticking second. This was the most unexpected day of his life.
Freya looked at the painting gingerly, studying its edges and curves. The painting was beautiful. Too bad it had been an object of spying. She could bet her ass that there was a spy demon in this one, because Melvina had stated that some months after the painting had been collected, that the pack had been divided.
She looked at her mother, Sheila, who nodded before stepping forward to recant the spell over the painting.
When Sheila was done creating the ball whose forces caused the painting to stand in the middle just like the previous one, she turned and looked at Freya, aware that Lucille had been following them all this while, trying to see if she could get their spells.
Her daughter, Lucille.
Sheila was sure that Lucille would be a good mage just like Freya would. It would only take some training and dedication to master the art.
Sheila watched animatedly as Freya began the uncloaking spell again, weaving and disentangling patterns with her hands which were dancing like a ballet in the air. She watched in surprise now, as the smile on the lips of the painted goddess began to turn sinister and ugly.
“It is working.” She heard Maya mutter, and nodded. She was aware too of Melvina’s daughter watching enamored with the scene playing out in front of her. The little girl was more intrigued, rather than afraid.
Interesting. At the age where her mates were in school talking about colors and castles, this one was let into the world of magic and demons.
Very interesting. Sheila thought, taking her eyes to the ghoulish creature which was beginning to howl like the previous one.
“We need a sealing object immediately! This one seems stronger than the other. We need a sealing object!” Freya shouted, her hands still in the air as she watched the demon try to break away from the ball.
Sheila searched frantically with her eyes for another object, knowing that the ball was getting weaker. It was only a matter of time before the demon escaped. She could feel her threads of magic getting weaker.
“Mom, what can I do to help?” Lucille asked, stepping closer to Sheila. Lucille had noticed that the ball’s glow was beginning to get dimmer, to get blacker.
Sheila turned aside and stared at her daughter, not knowing how to teach her the spell now. There was no time.
“You can show her the entirety of the spell through your mind. Since she is technically from this pack, she should be connected in the mind to you. Moreso, you are her mother, and with additional powers than a werewolf. You can show how it is done, whilst we look for a sealing object.” Aiden advised, standing up from the chair, the quest for a good sealing object getting crunchy by the passing second.
Sheila nodded an appreciation for the idea, before concentrating her mind on Lucille who opened her mind for the connection.
When Lucille began to see strange writings which somehow seemed familiar to her, although for the life of her she didn’t know where the familiarity had come from, she was sure that the process had been successful.
Quickly she began to chant and lend her strength to her mother, such that the ball got bigger and glowed a fiery red, a sharp contrast to the blue.
Freya, seeing this, chuckled. Now, she would see how the demon could escape. It was obvious to her that her sister’s magic was stronger than her mother’s, and it was just her first time.
She turned to Eva who was still in Maya’s arms. “Eva, do you have another doll, just like the one that we had used before?”
“Yes, I think so. I just have to get it.” Eva replied, tapping a hand on Maya’s arm, for the latter to let her down so that she could be on her way to get the doll.
“Don’t worry, Eva. Maya would be following you.” Melvina said, not trusting that something wouldn’t happen to her little daughter if she was left alone.
After hearing the dream consisting of a kidnap, her anxiousness had tripled a hundred fold.
Maya nodded at Melvina, before walking away to the entrance of the hall, with a still intrigued Eva in her arms.
***
“Something is happening in the pack. I can feel it.” Leonarya muttered to herself, as she wore her black long gown over herself. She had just finished taking a bath.
She was about to get her magic book and move to the dead castle to continue what she had started with Casper’s spirit some hours ago, when suddenly Kyran bursted into the room without knocking.
“What is happening?” She asked him, noting that he was breathing heavily as if he was being chased.
“Arnold and Legardo are here. I don’t know if they had chosen to come at the same time, but they are here, with some warriors from their pack. When some of the wizards had tried to talk with them about waiting, they had suddenly withered. I don’t know how that had happened.” Kyran answered, trying to control his breathing.
Leonarya sighed, getting her book from the table speedily. If Legardo was here, then it only bespoke that something had gone wrong. He wasn’t happy. She couldn’t care less about Arnold.
Yes, she knew that Legardo was behind the withering of the manservants she had. She still doesn’t get how he got his powers.
He was just a werewolf, the only werewolf that wasn’t afraid of her. But try as hard as she may, she couldn’t get his secret, instead she had lost her investigators. Sad lot. The all of them.
“Let’s go and meet them then.”she said finally, strolling out of the room.