by Cloe D Frost
The question here had never been “why would he want to get bound to her”, it had always been “why would she want him”. Why? To him, it is important who he gets bound to because of his mana issue, though why would she choose someone with no mana? To him, it was the ideal choice, but not for her. To her, the benefit is only the pure mana, so why would she care about who she gets bound to? Any argel which can perform the trigger spell would do.
“Why me?” Kiel voiced his concern out loud with a solemn expression. He left no room for excuses such as “destiny”.
Elaru clasped her hands, leaned forward and smiled deviously. “Our souls aren’t the only things that gets linked. Our minds get linked as well, allowing us to communicate telepathically, share memories and senses, and even be able to tell when one of us is lying. I wouldn’t want to have a telepathic link to just anyone.”
Kiel could finally understand her reasoning. He wouldn’t want to have a telepathic link to someone he can’t stand either. Kiel imagined having a telepathic link to someone like Piala and he unconsciously shivered in horror.
Usually, he would be quick to refuse a connection with another person, whatever that might imply. Kiel didn’t like people, and he didn’t like them seeing the real him. But even without the link, this girl saw right through him, and she wasn’t appalled, on the contrary. If it was a link with her, it wouldn’t be all bad. Besides, even if he had it with Piala, if it were for the sake of mana, Kiel could learn to get along with her. He needed this link. She had him from the start. He couldn’t refuse.
She probably wanted him as her partner because she liked him and she believed that being connected to him would be useful for her. It was exactly as he had thought it to be – it was an investment. Her mana would turn him from a nobody into an important figure, and being connected to him then would only raise her own worth. He was smart and he had many talents. Having an intelligent, reliable and knowledgeable partner would be beneficial for anyone. He might not be of much use right now, but she could see his potential worth.
She is just as bad as me. Kiel chuckled. Exploiting my mana weakness to her own benefit!
That candor and lack of judgment towards sins. She was both so pure and so devious. Kiel loved it.
He loved how this person didn’t hide behind believable lies pretending to be a philanthropist or a kind soul, nor did she show the hostility and blatant cruelty of a demon. To her, good and evil were irrelevant. She did not think of what she wanted others to see. She didn’t bother with appearances. She acted only on her own instinct and beliefs.
Pure and uninfluenced by what society deemed appropriate.
Kind or mean? Good or evil? Argel or elibu? Who cares!
He thought he understood her now. That the puzzle of Elaru was slowly getting put in place. He noticed that Elaru possessed a strange kind of purity: freedom from prejudice and societal influence, one of her defining characteristics.
Elaru was free. Truly free to be whoever and whatever she wanted to be. She was what he always wanted to be. Free.
He couldn’t refuse her offer. She provided him with an excuse to break away from who he pretended to be, a push towards the dreams he tried to extinguish. She was offering him an adventure into the unknown. And, he had little to lose.
She could give him all the mana he would need, and more than that. This little cunning elibu held great worth beyond her mana. With her smarts and ability to track anything – she would be very useful to him in the future. This would be quite a profitable partnership. He couldn’t have found a better partner if he was searching for one!
Kiel’s blank serious face faded away replaced by a sly smirk. Alright. If that’s the game you want to play, I’ll play as well.
This is how, just one stranger, a female elibu, twisted his life beyond recognition in a matter of days. Had he known what was to come…the man he was would have never accepted her offer, not even for the sake of pure mana.
He had thought he understood her, but he was wrong.
* * *
Coming up in the next episode:
Soon enough, the fateful moment arrived. They were ready to attempt it for real.
As the two spells collided, Kiel’s time seemed to stop.
Abruptly, the brand grew larger and enveloped both of them. It stamped itself around them clenching their bodies like a snake.
It was thrilling and horrifying, entrancing and enchanting. It was a feeling neither of them would ever forget.
Episode 7 – Aetherneal Bond
Episode 7 – Aetherneal Bond
Previously:
Elaru introduces the effects of Aetherneal bond to Kiel, and he determines that it would be very beneficial to him. So he agrees to sign the contract with her. The contract will merge their souls, which will allow them to share mana. It will also connect their minds allowing them to communicate telepathically.
* * *
It didn’t take them long to learn how to cast the trigger spell, it had a foreign shape yet it was simple to weave. Elaru knew what the trigger spell was supposed to look like and she was able to reproduce it on her first try. She said that she’d seen it before but had never performed it herself nor had it been taught to her.
The oath of truth had expired and Elaru didn’t sign it again. However, Kiel didn’t think that she was lying about it. He was pleased with her magic skill, it was only fitting for his partner to be a skilled mage.
Kiel was able to pick up the spell just as quickly. He didn’t want to be outperformed by her. Therefore, he concentrated extra hard. The trigger spell wasn’t hard to reproduce. However, the difficulty was not in the trigger spell itself, it was in the timing. Elaru revealed that he needed to cast the trigger to start the magic reaction, but she had to confirm it with her own spell before the contract could activate. Their spellcasting needed to be in sync for the trigger spell to work.
Kiel thought that Elaru would tell him to follow her lead. Instead, she told him to start casting and she would copy him. That surprised him, she seemed headstrong, prideful and independent, someone who makes their own way instead of following ways of others. Still, he didn’t complain about it. He didn’t like adapting to other people’s pace anyway. It was better this way.
Therefore, Kiel spent a while casting and recasting, under the watchful eye of Elaru, trying to get a feel for the spell so he could reproduce it with consistency. Elaru watched him with an unreadable expression, she seemed to be concentrating and dedicating all her attention on his spellcasting. Like she was trying to absorb its every twitch and movement to be able to predict the flow of his weaving.
Kiel took a few short breaks to drink and eat the bagel he stored in his pouch this morning. However, Elaru never even once stopped to rest, drink or eat. He was even mean enough to eat and drink right in front of her. He ate tantalizingly slowly trying to tempt her. He even used augmentation magic to reheat the bagel so that the warm, sweet smell of cherries would spread around the clearing mixing with the earthy smell of the forest.
He expected her to glare at him and call him insensitive, or, at least, ask him to share (he would have enjoyed telling her no). However, she paid no attention to it. She continued to stare at him as if he was a specimen that she was studying. It was as if she was an apparatus running on mana who needed no nutrition from worldly substances.
* * *
The sun was high in the sky by the time they were ready to attempt it for real.
Kiel was eager to get it over with, his water had run out half an hour ago. If Elaru wasn’t such a freak, she might have noticed his thirst and transmuted him some water from the air with her transmutation magic. He thought about asking her, but his pride got in the way. Kiel didn’t like asking for help. He was just fine on his own.
Soon enough, the fateful moment arrived. They were ready to attempt it for real.
They faced each other, holding each other’s gaze. Elaru nodded, Kiel nodded back. They needed no words to convey the meanin
g. At the same time, they started weaving the trigger spell around their right hands.
Kiel couldn’t see it, but he could feel the spells dancing around their arms coming closer and closer to one another. It was a delicate, beautiful dance.
The spells were in perfect sync.
Kiel was both impressed and surprised that Elaru managed to copy him on her first try. Copying someone else’s spell so flawlessly took an enormous amount of skill. Her weaving was most likely as good as his own, if not better.
The spell was brief and nothing spectacular. It reached its climax quickly. Right at the end, their palms touched briefly and the spells collided with one another.
When two spells collide, one of three things happens:
1) they interfere with one another potentially canceling each other out
2) they resonate with each other increasing effects of both
3) they do not affect each other at all
Naturally, two identical spells in perfect sync could only resonate with each other enhancing the effects of both.
Kiel had expected their resonance, yet it still took him by surprise when it happened.
As the two spells collided, time seemed to stop.
A wave of absolute power and energy exploded spreading from their arms through their entire body shaking and rippling through their cells like a hurricane.
The two spells abruptly changed shape on their own and merged into one.
Kiel could see it clearly, even though he couldn’t see magic as the spell created a visible light phenomena. It twirled and twisted into an obscure glittering brand reaching out to Elaru. Wrapping around her and pulling with tiny strings of light.
As the spell touched her markings, they started flickering in all kinds of colors – the same colors that the brand was glowing with. The tiny tentacles of the brand latched themselves to her markings, merging with them and making them dance across her skin. They moved like they were alive. Twisting, twirling and slithering. Flickering and glittering in many bright colors.
Elaru’s skin started glowing subtly with hard to define radiance.
Her hair spread out and twirled like it was being blown by the wind. It danced with the brand mimicking its movements. For a moment, he could swear that he saw strands of her hair flash white. Her eyes burned brightly, her black irises widening slightly into diamond shapes uncharacteristic for elibu, before shrinking back and almost disappearing, overwhelmed by golden lights.
Abruptly, the brand grew larger and enveloped both of them. It stamped itself around them, clenching their bodies like a snake. Everything the brand touched tingled, it was both burning and chilling, painful and pleasurable. It was an otherworldly feeling.
The world faded out in front of Kiel’s eyes, it ceased to exist in his mind.
There was just Elaru, him and the magic between them.
Kiel felt the roots of the spell grow deep inside his core, branching and spreading until he could feel it from his heart all the way down to the tips of his toes.
The brand sang an eerie, ethereal melody, Kiel felt like he had heard it before, but at the same time, it was like he was hearing it for the first time. Kiel wasn’t even sure that the melody was a sound originating from the bond, it could have been a sensation or a memory embedded deep inside him, surfacing once again.
His heart beat erratically, reacting to the melody, pulsing with the rhythm of the brand. Was that even his heartbeat? He could swear that he felt Elaru’s heart beating side by side with his own. Kiel felt her hot breath on his skin even though they weren’t that close to each other. He could hear and feel every contraction of her lungs. He felt the heat waves rolling off her body as if they were his own.
His nose picked up an odd barely-noticeable scent. It tingled his senses, making his nose twitch. It didn’t smell like anything he had smelled before, he had no words to describe it, the closest words he could come up with was power, or magic. Though, magic was not something that could be smelled.
Kiel felt his whole body react and reach to the brand, wanting to absorb it, to make it his, to make it a part of him. He didn’t feel like he was in control of his own actions anymore.
The skin on the right side of his body was searing and burning. The sensation spreading from the tips of his right-hand fingers, climbing up to his shoulder. Then swirling around his neck onto his face. When it reached his eyes, he felt something deep inside him light up like a big campfire, suddenly bursting forward from a small birthday candle. He felt the power and warmth spreading faster and faster, flickering up and down, growing and burning even brighter with each new flicker. It was as if never before opened floodgates had opened for the first time. The surging tide of water was smashing into him and submerging his every cell into the cool fluid.
It was a feeling that he could never manage to describe with words.
A feeling which only grew more painful and pleasurable at the same time.
It was thrilling and horrifying, entrancing and enchanting. It was a feeling neither of them would ever forget.
The entire phenomena lasted only a few short seconds but to them it seemed to last forever. The time seemed to warp and twist like the brand.
As the spell stamped itself deep inside Kiel’s body, mind, and soul, the brand emitted a pure white that blinded them. They could feel ringing in their ears, and their lungs contracted painfully. Their heartbeat suddenly turned deafeningly silent.
Kiel could feel a sudden wave of melancholy wash over him briefly. Like he was staring face to face at death, like every second could be his last.
And then the brand exploded in a completely silent boom of power, showering them with tiny light particles which made their entire bodies shake.
Their vision flickered and blurred.
Something inside them undoubtedly changed forever. Kiel felt like all his senses were in overdrive. Like he was seeing - feeling the world clearly for the first time. Kiel could feel the life of the forest vibrating in every leaf and strand of grass. He could feel little wyrms digging through the earth and he could hear the humming of small tiwi in flight.
Kiel felt a strange completeness shaking him. Like he had finally found a large part of him that was missing; the key for his lock.
He could feel its closeness, he felt that he could grasp it, touch it. It was so close! Still, it was strangely out of his reach. He felt complete yet incomplete at the same time.
It was a maddening feeling.
Kiel no longer felt like Kiel. He no longer felt… halnean. He felt like he had become someone - something else.
The old Kiel died at that moment, under the hot sun, in fireworks of magic lights.
It was utterly terrifying.
And it was utterly beautiful.
* * *
Coming up in the next episode:
Her eyes had been on the flower-adorned cup, slipping through her fingers in slow motion. However, she could not see it - her mind had been pulled into the river of time.
The path of time had been altered. The timeline shifted into a new branch. There was no longer a way to stop, to revert back to the old road. The future of the entire land of Halnea had been altered.
His mind kept rejecting the reality. What was happening to him? Is this really happening to him or is it just a dream? This was definitely not how reality felt like! Everything seemed different! He didn’t feel like himself at all!
He propped himself up on his elbows and looked down on what he had been lying. The realization left him speechless.
Episode 8 – Rebirth
Episode 8 – Rebirth
Previously:
After Elaru explains what the Aetherneal bond is, Kiel decides to accept her offer. After a short practice, Kiel and Elaru activate the Aetherneal bond spell. The spell turns out to be extremely powerful and it changes them on a fundamental level.
* * *
◈ City of Eleasia, Temple of Fate ◈
Time is an infinite river, continuou
sly flowing forward, branching into many possible futures.
The river is made out of countless drops of water - living creatures inhabiting the world.
Their drops of life are swept down the river, unable to resist the flow, unable to change the flow. No matter how much they struggle, what can one restless drop of water do in a stream made out of countless drops of water?
To the drop itself, its path is very important. If it hit a rock, or collided with other drops, the force of the impact could push it into another stream of drops.
But when you look at the stream, do you ever stop to think about the life of a single drop of water?
When you look at the water… all you see are the fish.
But when Sanarra Arten gazed at the river of time, she couldn’t see the fish. There were no fish in the river of time. Not anymore.
Granted, she, as the envoy of fate, could only see that which was right in front of her. She couldn’t look into the distance to see what was and what will be. She neither held the power to see the past nor the future.
What she could see was very specific. Very limited.
She couldn’t tell what decisions would a single drop make or the consequences of that decision unless it was never their choice to begin with but a path that had been already predetermined from the start.
She couldn’t see the possibilities, she could only see the inevitable, the things that cannot be changed.
That unchanging certainty - the lack of choice - that is what people labeled as fate.
Can fate be changed? That question was as old as time itself.
Sanarra knew the answer to that question. Mortals can’t transcend the scope of their fate. Fate is an integral part of reality; only that which holds the power to alter reality itself on the fundamental level can alter fate.
And there existed only one thing that could alter the basic laws of reality - Aetherneal magic.
Sanarra, of course, couldn’t use Aetherneal magic, that was the domain of the gods. But she wasn’t completely unfamiliar with it. After all, she used to wear a divine artifact around her neck.