He falls to the floor, and she summons a spell to vaporize the guy. After the deed is done, the professor kneels half-fainted on the floor.
“No way... That’s...” Gwen rushes to her. “That’s amazing what you just did!”
She looks at her bloody hands in horror. “Wh-What is this? Wh-What did I...?”
“First, you have to calm down. What you did there was magic,” Gwen said.
“No! I didn’t do magic! I-I...”
“What do you mean you didn’t do magic? I saw it just now!” Gwen shouted.
“No! You got it all wrong! I didn’t do it!!”
“You just did magic, and now you don’t remember? That’s not right!” Gwen paused for a moment. She figured the last spell used to kill the crook was familiar as if she knew someone who used it before. Gwen thought if she didn’t do it, someone took over and did it for her.
Then she finally realized.
“Lizabeth, it’s you, right? You did this? Remember me? It’s me, Gwen, your friend! It’s been such a long time! Listen, do you think you can lend Glen and Aster a hand?”
“What are you talking about?”
“That's not her voice...”
“I’m sorry, Kitty. I owe you an explanation," the gal said. "Lizabeth lives inside me.”
Gwen is shocked. They sit on a nearby chair to talk. Gal wiped the blood from her hands using the curtains.
“Is it true? Liz is inside you? The very same Liz? Tell me!!” Gwen demanded.
“You knew her?”
“She was my best friend! We traveled together! But are you sure that is Lizabeth inside you? She can be anyone. What is her full name? Tell me! I demand to know right now!!”
The professor paused for the moment.
Gwen braces for an answer.
"Hurry!!" Gwen shouted.
“Lizabeth Marie de Simone,” gal responded.
Gwen is taken back, speechless at this revelation.
“That’s right! I’m possessed by her spirit. Why? Because I’m her descendant!” she cried.
“Of course, it all makes sense now: she took over your body and saved your life. She was the one who summoned the spell.”
“Liz can summon spells?” she asked.
“Yeah, she pulled those Eastern Art spells with ease. Often finished her battles in one swoop! She was quiet but never backed down even when things were impossible,” Gwen said.
“I see, I knew rumors of her magic skills, but I never expected this to be true.”
“Yes, yes, it is true! Liz was a skilled sorceress like me! She was top notch!”
“I assume you’re a spirit too.”
“Yeah, I was obviously a human. This is a toy I happen to possess. But you can summon her, right? Like, you call whenever you need her?”
“I don’t know,” she said, shifting her eyes. “This is the first time it has happened. She lived inside me for three years, and up until now, we talked through the mirror and nothing more.”
“You could use some training. Like learning how to fight and stuff.”
The professor nervously raises her hands. “Thanks for the suggestion, Kitty, but I’m not interested in combat. I want to live a normal life.”
“I understand,” Gwen said, dejected.
***
Meanwhile, Aster and I managed to defeat all the crooks now lying on the floor. The guy is impressed with my skills as I am impressed with his.
The guy didn’t waste time pulling the sword from his sheath and knocking enemy after enemy with one hand. Man, I should’ve brought my shiny new dagger. I wonder how he got past security while hiding the sword.
And of course, not to leave myself behind, I tested all my element skills. I’m getting used to saying spell words more and more. And you know what, it ain't bad. The more I yell them, the less silly I sound. But not the long chants, okay?
“The truth is, this is my first time fighting since I woke up three years ago. This fight was nothing but a warm-up,” Aster said.
“But I’m impressed you fought so well!”
“Well, yes. I was worried my skills would rust after centuries of sleep, but I still have them. In fact, I think they’ve gotten stronger because of this form.”
That’s right! Aster summoned hard-to-say elemental spells. Agni Yasta? Rabufu Rana? I assume these are Eastern Art spells.
“Let’s search Gwen and Agnes so we can get out of here,” Aster said as he placed his sword in the sheath.
“Right!” I nodded.
As we walk to the stairs, I hear the faint sound of a countdown.
Shit! It’s a bomb!
“Aster, we have to find them! The bomb’s about to go off!” I cried.
“Let’s go!”
We rush up the stairs and run through the halls in a desperate attempt to find Gwen and the professor. I’m not sure how many seconds we have, but we must seek them and fast.
Date: June 9
Time: Evening, Full Moon
“Are you done?” Gwen asked as soon as they leave the women’s restroom.
“Yes, I’m done. Let’s head back,” she said.
They see us running towards them. We grabbed the gal, who looks confused.
“What’s going on?!” asked Gwen.
“There’s no time! A bomb’s about to explode!”
We run in circles looking for an exit because the hallway feels like a maze. Aster then spots a balcony, which we run towards and jump off the second the bomb exploded!
I landed softly again thanks to my levitation skills. Aster was carrying the gal at the time of the jump, who was still carrying my bag with Gwen inside. He made a hard landing which should’ve hurt. I mean, we were high up on the second or third floor. Well, it didn’t matter. What matters is the landing didn’t affect him because of his body.
Anyway, we need to bail now.
“Um, I-I have a car,” the gal said.
The professor has a car, huh? Who knew? Aster did say she picks and drops him every day.
We rush to her tan-colored sedan. I sit in the back seat, naturally. Aster sits at the front. I’m surprised he knows how to open the car door (given how he’s been riding it makes sense.)
We finally sigh relief. Hopefully, we can go home.
Or maybe not because we hear a loud roar.
Another car, perhaps?
“We’re being followed!” she yelped. The gal sees what looks like tons of cars showing up.
“It can’t be the police, right?” I asked.
“If it were, we would hear sirens,” he said.
He’s right. We see lots of white cars following us: white vehicles that belong to those crooks! They start shooting at us, so we had to duck to make sure we don’t get hit. The shots managed to shatter the back window.
I have an idea: I consider using my Fireball spell on the shattered hole. This makes it easier to strike directly as opposed to the side window. I target the first car and then...
“Fireball!” I yelled.
The fireball knocked the white car directly off the road. Aster sees this and decides to back me up. The gal had to lower the front chair so he can move back without exiting the car.
As Aster and I hit with a salvo of fireballs, the gal continues driving on the long highway.
“What did I do to deserve this?!” she whined.
“I understand how you feel but for now focus,” Gwen said. “We need to go off-road because innocent people are getting caught.”
Gwen’s right. We’re not the only ones on the highway. Cars of other people are getting caught in the blast. We can’t risk them. Gwen used her psychic powers to steer the vehicle into the woods. And of course, the crooks follow us.
Both Aster and I are getting exhausted. I guess magic isn’t unlimited as I hoped. Anyone who has played RPGs should know a given character’s limited supply of SP.
Afterward, a sizeable vast chasm lays ahead of us. The gal starts to freak out.
“I can’t do this!
!” she cried.
“Listen to me. You need to keep driving,” said Gwen in her ear. “I told you Liz never backed down. You need to believe in yourself a bit more.”
“You mean so, Kitty? Alright...” she said, gripping the wheel and pressing the pedal.
I don’t know what Gwen has planned, but I’m too tired to even think. Usually, I freak out of falling into the chasm, but my eyelids are getting heavy like I’m about to sleep.
I see Aster sitting with a horrified expression. He tried to persuade, but her eyes are pierced at the chasm. I know, I know. Whether the car jumps or not, doesn’t matter. I’m falling asleep.
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I wake up with a sudden thud!
Turns out the car jumped over the chasm.
When did this happen?
Aster slumps with a dazed look in his eyes.
The car landed close to the edge. Gwen tells us to get out and witness the scene: dozens of white vehicles falling like a waterfall. They fall one by one and explode upon hitting bottom. Ha-ha! Serves them right! We enter the car again after seeing that.
The sun has set so we need to settle somewhere for the night.
Date: June 9
Time: Late Night, Full Moon
Though it’s June, nights can be chilly.
Gwen and the professor are sleeping inside the car. As for me, I can’t sleep. My eyes won’t shut for some reason. And it’s not because I took a pre-chasm nap, okay?
“Why don’t you sit next to me?” said a voice.
Oh wait, it’s Aster. He’s calling me out. I don’t know. Should I?
He’s sitting with his back to a tree. A bonfire burns between him and the car.
Aw, shoot! I wish I had a sweater like her.
I hesitated but sat anyway. He placed his arm around me, pulling me closer to him. I know we’ve sat close, but it’s too close if you ask me.
“Won’t you melt?” I asked.
“It’s nothing,” he said.
I see, perhaps he has a protection spell that prevents him from being weak to fire. And the magic is still in effect? Even after centuries? Amazing!
Wow, his body is indeed made of metal! He is a living statue, after all. I inclined my head to his chest, and I hear a single heartbeat. Typically, a heart beats many times a day, but his heart beats once. I can see how he survived for being in a coma so long.
I can’t help but run my hand over his body, starting with his abs. He’s hard but smooth to touch. He’s quite slender. I move on to his chest, followed by his neck, his face and finally his ears. I tried combing his magenta hair with my fingers, but it's like having acupuncture in my hands. Regardless, his hair molds in rounded asymmetry with left fringe half-covering his eye. I feel aroused while doing this. My face turned red as a result.
He looks down at me with a sweatdrop, knowing that I’m checking out on him. I flash him a smile.
“Has anyone ever told you how beautiful you are?” I whispered in a flirty tone.
Aww! He turned red. He's so cute!
“What is the expression from the movie? Oh yeah... Are you hitting on me?”
“A little.” I chuckle. I look at his eyes. He has smoky bronze eyes as if he wore makeup. But that's not it. It's due to his skin dye wearing off. I assumed it would make him blind, but he can see just fine. I stare them a bit. They’re so delicate.
After flirting a little, I remain in his arms slowly falling asleep as he did too.
Date: June 10
Time: Afternoon
The three of us are struggling to push the car up the hill. The reason? Her car broke down the morning she tried to get it work.
Ugh! I can’t believe my black dress is ruined thanks to the dust and sweat. Geez! It’s hot already. You see, we kind of overslept because we were so worn from yesterday. When we woke up, it’s already afternoon.
Just as we’re still struggling with the car, the gal kneels to complain about her pain. What? Aching at a time like this? Seriously?
“My feet hurt...” she whined.
Well, deal with it!” I barked with hands on my hips. “That’s what you get for wearing heels.”
“Excuse me! I didn't expect this to happen!” she retorted.
“Um, ladies. There’s no need to argue.”
I see she has a severe case of blisters on her heel. I wanted to ignore, but I feel sorry for Aster and Gwen, so I used my Recovery spell on it. The wound closed but it will open in due time, so I decided to take out a hankie from my bag and place it on the injury.
“Th-Thank you...” she said, looking at me.
I gave her a quick glance and blushed. She’s such a beauty, but her attitude needs work.
“You’re, um, welcome...” I had to respond just to be polite. It’s good karma.
The three of us continue moving the car up the hill. I notice Gwen is sitting comfortably inside the vehicle. That’s so unfair!
“Hey, Gwen! Use your psychic powers to help us out!” This car’s so heavy!
“What did you just say?” Aster is shocked as he never heard such a thing. Psychic powers didn’t exist in his time, so I must stop to explain.
“Come on! That’s not necessary!” Gwen said. She tries to deny like she did the first time but I’m going to explain anyway. “It’s true, Gwen has psychic powers. She can levitate, teleport, predict, and lift stuff by using her mind.”
“So, that's what psychic powers are,” he said.
“Okay, Gwen, lift the car,” I said, pointing at her.
“I could, but it will be awhile...”
“Aw, Gwen! This isn’t your time anymore. Do you think we have time to walk around looking for a village?" I check my smartphone, but there’s no reception. I asked the professor to check her phone only to say the same thing I said. Great! We’re screwed!
“In my experience, there should be a village up ahead,” Aster said as he points forward.
“Really? How do you know?” I asked.
“I can sense it.”
My grandma said if you ask a vague question, you will get a vague answer.
That’s it! I had enough of this shit, so I’m going to use my wind spell to push the car into the village.
“Wind Gush!” I yelled.
Oops! I overdid it. The car flies off like a missile launch, leaving a massive trail of dust.
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!”
Oh, shit! I forgot Gwen is still inside!!
“OH NO! MY CAR!!!!!!” The professor screamed in agony upon seeing her car fly off.
We have no choice but to run into the village.
The car crashes into the village fountain. I finally arrived, trying my hardest to catch my breath. The damage done to the basin is considerate but not enough to destroy it. The gal catches up too. After looking at the surroundings, I get the sense we’re not in our country anymore. I think this is Izberia given the old-school feel of this village.
A local officer comes to question us. “Where is your driver’s license?”
“I’m this car’s owner. Here’s my license,” said the gal, forking over her card.
“So, the two of you are from Semona? Alright, come with me,” said the officer.
Shoot! We’re getting arrested. But a black figure shows up wholly covered from head to toe. The mysterious person approaches the officer, who gives the figure its attention.
“That will not be necessary. This vehicle broke down while driving me back to my country. We need help in getting it repaired.”
“Ah, I see. I will have the car towed and sent to the closest repair shop.”
The officer makes a phone call and ends after a few talks.
“You ladies are free to go. Make sure he returns home,” said the officer as he walks away. The three of us are shocked at how easy this whole thing was.
“Hey, Aster! You owe us one,” I said. Then I turned to the gal, �
��You knew about this?” I’m referring to his complete covering.
“Yes, he needs to wear it in public.”
Wow, he’s completely covered! His hands don’t even show. The only exceptions are his shoes and the net in the garment so he can see.
The tow truck shows up to take us and the broken car to “Davila’s Repair Stop.” The shop’s owner greets us upon our arrival.
“Hello there! How are you doing?”
He seems to be a typical jolly old man.
“Let’s give this car a closer inspection. Mauricio! Come here!”
He called out to his employee. I’m sure the guy’s a typical fat slob with a huge butt crack...
Cue the angels! He’s a hunk!
“The young man here is my grandson,” the owner said, gesturing at him.
Date: June 10
Time: Evening
“This is my grandson. His name is Mauricio Davila,” said the owner proudly.
“Hi!” Mauricio said, waving at us.
The owner introduces us to his grandson. Oh my gosh! He’s tall! Blond and a cutie! Gwen can’t help but stare by peeking from inside the bag. “Wow, he’s so handsome!”
I turned to the gal and asked with a nudge, “Hey, you think he’s a hottie?”
“Y-Yes, I think so...” she said, covering her mouth. She tries to keep herself calm, but she turns away with her face red. Ah, so she does have emotions after all. Aster looks curiously.
We’re hungry, so I asked if they have any food. Mauricio takes us to the kitchen. But the stock of groceries is limited, even in the fridge. Their fridge stocks beer, bread, water, and some veggies. Also, their pantry has cans of red beans.
Aw man, I hate eating beans. They make you have nasty, awkward gases.
Well, I swallowed my pride and began cooking beans anyway. The others decide to wait in the living room. Gwen stays to watch over me.
“I know a thing about lentils. I cooked them a lot, and the gasses never stopped. Ha-ha!” Gwen said, reminiscing her time. My face turned red upon hearing that.
“Keep your voice down!” I hushed. I didn’t want the owner and the cute guy hearing a cat speak. It will freak them out.
After an hour or so, I'm done with the cooking. I called everybody to the table. The guy and his grandfather are impressed with my dish.
“That’s some quality cooking you did there! I haven’t eaten this well since my wife was still alive. She knew quality, and she cooked copious amounts to last us for weeks.”
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