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(adj.) Fantastically visionary and highly improbable.
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"May the holy stars align to save us from the misfortune!"

The faltering voice of a woman echoed in the four walls of her rhomboid chambers. She opened her quavering eyes and inspected the four pale yellow walls that were coated grey with darkness along with the yellow spots of speckled flames of the illuminated lamps.

She then looked around her while her hands rubbed the nape of her neck which was burning cold over her thick skin. From the parchments and grimoires that were aligned in slopes over her burnt yellow shelves to her simple reading desks with scattered quills and paperweights, nothing was questionable.

"That was one of the worst mares I have ever seen. A bizzare one!" She sighed while collecting her golden emerald locks to twist them into a tight bun. She pushed herself beneath the covers to catch a good sleep at least from now. The stout mattress was dipping her lithe frame in while she pulled over the quilts to warm her from the sharp chill winds of the cold Aetherth nights.

When she let her lids droop, inhaling the warmth from the burning lamps, a reminiscence of her former mare resurfaced behind her eyes. Her nape shot up a piercing fervour that made vapours glide through her hair. The moment those vapours were detected by her sapped emerald eyes, three streaks of red, purple and opals flashed in front of her, letting the burn intensify in her nape. With a jolting impact, she widened her eyes, pushing off the weariness into an awareness that was dawning on her.

She woke up and rolled off her snow furred quilts.  She snatched the thick raven coat and the knitted tan-skinned scarf that was kept rolled on her desks. While winding those over her green flowing robes, to keep her comfortable from the frost winds of the approaching winter, she dismounted a lantern from her head side.

Ruffling through the piled up sheets, she took some unused parchments and a pot of coal jet ink that had emerald quills with silver glitters soaked on it. She stepped out of her room and turned to lock it. Before she closed the doors, she peeked in again at the corners and shelves wherein she found nothing pesky.

Yet she wanted to be more sure. She raised her palms and lowered her fingers, one after the other, slumping the gleams of the light, making the darkness take over the chamber.

'Revealeh tryft ambigwe reliceio, amiore.'
'Reveal the ambiguous relics, if any.'

She enunciated while her eyes darted the room keen. After some flicks that were observable from the light in her hands, she could see nothing apparent. A sigh of relief cradled her heart. She then turned and paced faster to face the bitter winds of the silent corridors. Her steady and complacent steps echoed in the grey marbles while her dangling lamp burned the white ceiling, making the stars read her path to the divine chamber of chaos.

After a walk of six turns and thirty steps towards the sky, the floating condor embossed iron gates clattered on her robust push. She walked into the chamber while hanging her lamp in the arch that had twenty oblique mirrors that could form a twenty pointed star from one beam. Gradually the room shined with ample light that was needed to carry out a brief ritual to make her read the signs right.

She placed a parchment over the table carved with phases of moon concocted around a symbol of infinity written in a cross.  She pulled out a black ivory bowl etched with a blazing flame, a dripping droplet, a fluttering leaf, a heap of mud and a spinning spiral, indicating the basic five elements of the universe. She placed the bowl near the lantern and picked five amber bottles from the ceramic ledge behind her.

'Summont lunar siltre.'
'Summon lunar silt.'

She conjured while rubbing her fingers over her palms. The moment she made her palm face the empty bowl, gravels of silver started filling the crescent space. With a smile toddling over her lips, she opened the first bottle and dribbled the red oil of fire into the snowy sand. She then poured the four oils; azure of water, pale of wind, brown of earth and black of space, into the sands. All drops were absorbed the moment they settled on them. Slowly a flaring beam of rufous shine erupted from the bowl to collide with the amber flame of the lantern.

As the light formed a glaring sphere, she gripped her ink-filled quill and lightened her bated breathes.

"Oh, the divine mother! May the codes be inferred right," she mumbled a quick request.

She lifted her eyes towards the sphere that started to spew some murky smoke, one after the other. With every new ebonic smoke that emerged out of the glaring beam, a new colour streaked in it. Reading the vision, she recorded the colours in the parchment, in the order of their emergence.

Purple, Indigo, Blue, Green, Yellow, Orange, Red. She wrote in a hurried cursive script.

After she penned all those colours, she could see them form a spectral circle encompassing one another. When the spectral arrangement with purple inside to red outside was organized, a shimmering shine of white bounded it. Slowly a thick black storm emerged out of the central circle of purple, making her drop the quill on the grounds.

Holy grace! She cried out in terror.  But, unlike she speculated the things didn't intensify. A blustery blow of wind flattened the storm, which made her arch her brows in chaos and some relief.

Before she could connect the clues, she saw the green and blue planet appear in front of her. From the blue oceans and lush and golden landscapes, she could guess that it was Earth. She picked up her quill and resumed.

Once she looked up, she could witness tiny black sphere balls from the flattened storm started attacking the planet through its eight directions. As she tried to comprehend it, the thick black storm crawled over the sphere of blue waters and green lands until it cloaked the lively planet with murk and mishap. Muffled lamentations of pain and anguish melded with groans and riots could be heard by her slender ears. As the cries heightened to a peak slowly they started to recede.

"What are these visions indicating? How can a spectral circle of colours end up in a catastrophe?" She queried herself. She gaped at the parchment and tried to analyze what had happened. She tapped her fist over the table in an irregular pulse, trying to conform the clues in any possible permutation. Yet, instead of answers questions fogged her mind. She raised her head to see if she missed anything.

But a simple lantern and bowl of silver sand were what she could glare her routs at. In her mission to solve the enigmas that were making her neurons heavy, she failed to notice the fading sphere.

"Oh, great lords! It is so massive than what I anticipated it to be," she commented her only conclusion.

When she couldn't surmise anything more, her panicking heart made her sweat the anxiety. Like she feared she couldn't read the signs right. Her blabbering thoughts grew loud enough to make her insane. She rolled the parchment and took the lantern. Without any more commotion, she locked the chamber.

She turned to face the skies to see the first rays of the dawn creep into the navy skies. To her cautioned heart the beauty of nature sounded more ironic.

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"Are you sure that the girls aren't troublesome?"

Azarious asked with his twitching brows to the virtual woman seated in front of him above his clear, crystal, flat circular mirror.

"Not at all. They are the sweetest compared to the men I manage," she replied while winking her blue sapphire eyes, making him thin his lips for her satire.

"That sounds safe. So did you get to read their skills?"

"Yes, I could. They are way better trained than I thought. Except for their inquisitive questions, they are great."

"So something happened yesterday?" Azarious asked while leaning forward in curiosity.

"Should I tell you?" The woman ridiculed while shrugging her shoulders and averting her gaze to the ceiling.

"Galene! Be serious. This isn't a game. I'm responsible for their security on Earth and it insists that I must know whatever they do," he demanded.

"Relax Azarious! They are here under my care and nothing had happened except for an uncalled assignment." Her words pulled him in.

"An uncalled assignment? What do you mean?" He pace shot up.

"Like the previous happenings, there was a regional quake. A child was injured and we went to save her. That's it," she replied tossing her hands to the sides.

"Did they confront..."

He lifted his face towards his door as his talks were interrupted by strenuous knocks. Who would be up so early to meet me? He mused.

"Who is that?" Galene asked while trying to peek through her crystal mirror.

"Haha. Don't be silly, Galene. You can't see through the glass," he ridiculed her.

"Whatever! Stop bothering me and check what's the matter. With their panicking knocks, I could read that something is certainly wrong." Her words made him nod.

"Before you disappear I want you to answer this. Did the girls face the spirit? Or was it a mere curing tour?" He asked clubbing his palms to rest his jaws.

"Ah! They did face the spirit. Not just them but every one of us did face a spirit for the first time. Now you would go and we can talk about it later. Okay?" She reassured to which his widened eyes could only blink. Before his curious mind could load her with questions forgetting his surrounding she disconnected their relic communication.

Realising that he would have to wait to know the details he walked faster to his door to attend to the one who kept banging his door with impatient pace.

"Coming! Just a quarter more flicks please," he requested while muttering some curses for his morning to be this busy.

He unlocked the latch and opened the door to see the priestess, Rohana stand in front of him. Her shuddering lashes and quivering torso spoke of her unruly tiredness while her messy robes that were wet with condensing dews indicated her sleepless nights. Indeed something isn't right, he concluded.

"Holy morning, Grace! Come in please," he said while moving to the sides to get her some space for entering.

With a quick nod and no words, she came into the room and reached for the lamps to warm her cold skin. Azarious kept quiet letting her comfort herself for some flicks. Yet his keen eyes could read through her drowsy lids and blanching skin.

"Sir Azarious, I herein have a request," she spoke through her chapped lips.

"Your words are our divine orders, our grace. What's bothering your mind?" He asked while pouring a cup of hot white tea for her.

"Humbled by your words," she said holding her cup and sipping the tea to quench her dried throat. Every gesture of hers was something unusual for him. His mind kept pushing some questions only to get them gulped down along with his tea. Before he could let his guard get off, she spoke.

"I want you to get the girls back to Narngons. Things aren't simpler like we were told. We need some time to solve the visions I had witnessed lately. So, please do the necessary arrangements." With that, she sighed and pushed out a casual smile. But only Azarious knew that it wasn't that simple.

"That could have been done but I'm afraid that we are late." His words made her look at him through her cup and her questioning stare spoke a lot than her silenced words.

"I have been speaking with Galene few moments back. She said our girls are doing way better. But due to a calamity that happened yesterday, they went to save a child. Therein they were fortunate enough to see the haunting spirit." On hearing that she jerked a bit high, ending up spilling some hot tea over her robes. Azarious got up to help her but she refused him.

"What happened, grace? Are you unwell?" He asked while keeping his tea cups on the chestnut table.

"Summon an emergency meet, Azarious. I want you and the tutors of necromancy and abjuration disciplines to be present within quarter candle time in the chambers of the divine mother," she said as her voice toughened with every word.

"May I ask what is the reason behind your grace?" She stared at him letting her antsy convulsions pass down her spine for some moments.

Admitting that her waverings would do no good, she reasoned him her concern. "It is not Aramaur that is troubled. It is the entire Earth!"

With those words, it was clear to him that it was indeed an emergency. He thinned his lips and prayed for things to not get complex than this. After all, it was the only thing he could think of.

Hello guys!
Here is the crucial update of clues and twists. So what runs on your mind? Any probable guess?

.Ø. What do you think does the vision tell about?

.Ø. Why do you think the girls can't come back?

Make me know it all in the comments below. Let me fetch you an update sooner with some more twists.

With love,
🦋..Yaris..🦋