A Sorceress From the Future

Chapter Six

"Are you all suddenly deaf? Speak!"

Guzman flung his chalice across the elongated room. It hit the heavily draped wall before falling to the floor with a resounding clank. Everyone remained frozen, even the vital act of breathing had been stopped. Eight creatures were currently gathered in the Temple of Horld, one was missing making the circle incomplete.

"You want to tell me that no one knows whether he is still alive?"

Once again, no one answered. Guzman was beyond agitated, he was getting aggravated. In one fluid moment, the beast rose from his silver chair and tore his garments in an enraged frenzy. His bare torso was a canvas of old versus new scars; scars that he had gotten in battle while defending his kind against those wretched humans. Guzman's body suddenly reverberated with a potent force. He reached for his famous club; his beloved weapon ignited with destructive violet hued fire as it always did. Smoke bellowed from his wide nostrils, his pointed horns glistened magnificently under the dull light. Guzman's eyes shone with an insanity that would have easily quailed a human. Still, no one spoke.

"Enough Guzman...I do not need another token to my migraine. I can barely feel my temples..."

Guzman's eyes darted wildly before landing on Roselidah. He lowered his lit club an inch, the fire flickered and danced dangerously. For a moment it seemed unstable, like it could obliterate anyone on its path. Still, no one flinched.

"Let the boy play with fire won't you love? You know how children must keep themselves occupied..."

Roselidah groaned, Rupert, her twin brother was daunting Guzman on purpose. She began a countdown under her breath. Martha, the ginger head beside her with a nasty scar across her cheek, joined Roselidah. They shared a mischievous smile before mumbling the final number "Uso". 

A loud growling sound emanated from Guzman. His club was now combusting with a feral violet fire yet the humongous wooden weapon remained undestroyed. Rupert smirked before lifting his hands horizontally. He began levitating, his pupils instantly vanishing as a malignant expression etched his face. Rupert folded his hands into tight fists. His sharp nails tore open the flesh of his palms and drew blood from the half moons that had formed from the act. He then jerked his head backwards and released a low chuckle. Roselidah yawned.

"Are you sure you want to enter a duel with me...child?"

Guzman fiercely charged towards Rupert while releasing a hoarse warrior cry. Rupert flailed his arms in an eerie pattern summoning ghastly spirits from beneath the earth. Guzman raised his club and swung the flamed weapon towards Rupert's army of the dead. Three caught fire and unleashed siren screams that echoed in the elongated room. After being turned into ashes, Rupert twisted his fist and his three fallen soldiers remolded themselves. Guzman lifted his club, ready to swing once again.

The door swung open with a slow yet loud creak. A puny figure ambled into the room, her dark hood obscuring her visage. She tucked the knife in her hand into her waistband, the golden hind glistened brilliantly under the dull light. Once she reached the her seat, she eased into it and sighed. Everyone was watching her; even Rupert and Guzman had ceased their duel.

"What are you two fighting about now?"

"Forget about these two fools-"

Loud protests emanated from both Rupert and Guzman interrupting Roselidah.

"As I was saying, forget about these two fools, tell us, is it true? Is he dead"

The girl removed her hood and flitted her large, round honey-colored eyes on everyone in the room. She swallowed.

"No. There was some sort of intervention..."

The fire on Guzman's club suddenly went out, Rupert's feet hit the ground. The rest of the people in the room shifted in their seats, curious to hear what their leader was talking about.

"Well? What intervention? A rogue witch? Wizard? A mythical creature? I know it isn't one of ours..."

The girl rapped her limber fingers on her silver chair. Her mind was in chaos. For once, the leader of the Ninth Order was, confused.

"I was not able to see all of it, one of Luke's assassins surprised me and botched my connection...By the time I had defused the situation, it was too late..."

"Please, stop speaking in parables...how is the King of Chi still alive?"

"This is all I know...Chi has a visitor by the name Nina and it was she who cured the King..."

Roselidah and Martha shared a look, something was a miss. It was Guzman who spoke up.

"But Chi shuns sorcery, any acts of magic are treated as treason...is this visitor human? Perhaps a physician?"

The leader of the Ninth order nibbled on her thumb before shaking her head vigorously.

"No, they had shackled her...I saw the abrasions, she is no friend to them..."

The nine members of the Ninth Order quietly gnawed over this bizarre information. George, a slender timid member, shared his queries with the rest.

"It makes no sense...I know for a fact that Luke would rather his father die than accept aid from a witch, what is going on? Who is this girl? Could she be one of us?

" I do not know George, but I will find out. Tomorrow, we enter Chi undetected and get that girl..."