Magic 2

No. this can’t be happening. I watched as the stone-softened-into-plasma bubbled and melted even more. What should I do now..?

I removed my jacket and threw it over the stone in a desperate attempt to save its structure from deteriorating further; it didn’t cover all of it. I was pretty sure anything like that wasn’t written in the guide. What just happened?


Jeffrey's P. O. V.

I ran in the direction of the smell. This was the same smell from that incident more than a decade ago when the wannabe witch had lost her life at the lair of the werewolves. 

I came upon a girl in a maroon tank top and a long blue skirt who sat trembling on the floor of the cavern, breathing loudly.

She was helplessly staring at this weird sticky mass of- I had no idea what to call it, with a jacket stuck to it. I galloped over to her and sat down beside her. She glanced at me cursorily, seemingly too distraught to acknowledge my presence.

“What’s that thing?” I asked. 

Her voice shook as she replied, "Uhhh,... it's the stone of Abiruzi."


Nazaya's P. O. V.

"Abiruzi… " the satyr’s eyes dilated. 

“Do you know about it?” I asked.

He stared at me gravely, "Heard about it a lot…. Evil thing.”

"Why evil?? What do you mean?"

"Anyone I’ve known who held on to it has died."

My heart thumped in my chest.

"Like my brother’s girlfriend died," he added. 

There was a moment of silence before he bluntly asked, "Who are you?"

"Huh? Oh. Nazaya. From Menaltown," my voice came out meek without my intention.

"Jeffrey. From these forests," he shook my hands.

I turned back to the 'stone', "What- what do you think we should do with this thing?"

He shrugged forlornly, "I have no idea."


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