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..ESPIAL..

(noun) The act of detecting or catching sight of something.
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"Am I supposed to call he- Nah! Ahem! Call the dem-."

Saints and sages may I be strong, his mincing mind messed his will and wants. He exhaled his tumults and cleared his grumpy throat itching with concealed words. But it wasn't convincing.

"Argh! Should I be the one to do this?"

His strutting voice shrieked for his tensed senses. He kneaded his temples while wetting his lips to gulp down his apparent unevenness. His clamouring lids and dilated iris told his turmoil.

Galene noded to Aaron, hurling his residual courage into the lurking abyss. He looked at her with his panic perching pale stares akin to the rodents caught in the cage to be insinuated with uncertain fluids. Maybe they have a chance to live at the jingles of letdowns. But here, be it victory or a fall, the fate was uncertain, and he wasn't foolish enough to believe in rare chances.

Skimming through his odds, Mordana held his clammy wrist, seeping her vigour. He lifted his eyes, oozing the perceptible strains.

"We can do this, Aaron." Her resuscitating ravens ignited a new ray of hope. With a whip of sharp breath, he spoke.

"Arva won't you come in? See everyone are here!" Before he could hush and recoup, she entered the water walled room.

Adorned in the pale, knee-length frock that caressed her petite frame, she walked towards them. The pleated lacey frills exposed the gauze dressing that was done to mend her wounds. Some specks of blood and morning dust were caught between their knotted pores.

Her weak stature took slow and careful steps towards them, cautious enough to not disturb the dire specks of dust. The serpiginous shimmers that surrounded the earthly elements hurriedly crept near her shadow wafting on the floors. Their vigorous doodling earned her infantile smile.

With her sweet smile emerged the whiffs of dews and honey, mounting a refreshing stroke on the lamenting faces. Some tender white gushy curls massive as stray clouds and fragile as flakes of snow fenced the walls. With time, they settled in the floors that had been frozen with emptiness, warning the feet resting on them of the impending pitfall.

Amidst the solid silence, the grasses and bushes grew upon the floors without cracking nor piercing anything. Strange were they to every eye who saw them. Strangest was the black pigment that shrouded everything akin to the portrait painted at a new dawn.

Words were bereft of their rhythms, letting the tides of silence prevail. Yet again she smiled. Perhaps she could guess everything between the grains of stillness.

"Thank you, everyone. If not for you guys my soul would have been maimed." Her sleek sweet voice spilt the daggering words.

Replies were caught in the cage of awe and abstinence. Before they could discern it, she withered her disguise.

Or was she rewritten?

Her bruises and weakness were becoming a long last tales bygone the sail of centuries. Neither scars nor scabs were visible on her hands. The frail white cloth and the dried blood specks were perishing into nothingness. The crumbs of sand wobbled on the floors, making the shimmering strands retreat to their former place.

Her eyes were unusual, arduous but not full of vigour. Her slow yet graceful stride made them flutter. In fright or chaos? Not clear as crystals, but fiddling amusements smudged in the brink of uncertainty.

As she strode forward, the crude whiffs of coldness stirred the calmness, causing a calamity. A calamity that was enough to soak their convictions in the ocean of irony. What a misfortune

Amidst the pageant of dire satires, some bizzare spots of shine gleamed on her snowy robes, intensive enough to churn the seraphic peace.

Rohana's eyes grew wider, pleading to the mother of eternal force. She saw the colours form a sphere on her robe, akin to the visions she saw under the glints of pious moonlight. It slowly spread its streaks to silhouette her.

Purples, blues, greens, yellows... Reds! Her mind fueled her speculations.

The moment the red sparks joined to form a continuous orbit around the strange girl, the murky smokes, cold and frosty, robbed the earthly warms.

Within minutes her moist lively skins blanched slowly, flaking like the cracks on bergs while the other dews were frozen by crude illness. The smokes invaded her vessels, making them prominent and polluted with their iniquitous inks. Her smile was still prevailing, enough to hurt the witnesses.

Dazing storms of bewilderment uprooted the threads of calming claims. From the bewitched and appalling looks imparting them the barren accents, everyone stood frozen to their spot. Except for the one.

"No! We can't let this happen. Someone do something!" Her quivering cries weakened her more. She could understand, it wasn't within her limits but her pelting heart failed to accept the defeat.

"I will... Don't stop me, Hugh! Please let me save her. Please-" Her drenched earthly sapphires were unsettling enough to burn her soul.

"It's unstoppable Eir. Be pragmatic!" he yelled to deflect her.

"Hugh?" She gulped down her pain. She looked into his solicitous eyes looking for something that she had no clue of. But his ready mind read her right. He pulled her nearer and grasped her between his rippling arms, wading the barrens preying her.

But his eyes were glued to what was happening before them. Not just him but everyone was perishing in the ocean of irony.

The sourceless sphere of darkness sheathed her. Rattling hustles murmured some indiscernible sounds enough to make every neuron throb in peak pain. Some curled plugging their ears, some tried to lean on some support, closing their lids and ears to keep them sane. After all, it was the call of the abysm.

Rohana tilted her head to heed it. Kenna took some forward strides and twitched her ears to steady them.

Together, they saw the sphere predate the spirit. Unbearable cries and whines made them disimmune to mortifying chimes. Reflexively, every finger clogged the caverns of ears.

"Bewitching and bombarding!" Laurel yelled between his disgusting peeks while limping down to satiate his senses.

But, the diviners of Aetherth didn't retire. With time, sprouts of courage kept them alright. Through the clamouring noises, Rohana could infer something. If not for them her brows wouldn't be pleated to peck her temple. She wanted to be sure if they were a true sign. But how?

She placed her palm on her neck, only to feel the burning of her nape.

"Kenna! Is that just me?"

"Count me in, your grace!" Her shaky reply ignited her certitude.

"Good! Can you wreath some silence spigot to rescue them?"

With assuring nods, Kenna focussed her mind to do what she was told. She rushed to fetch the ingredients. Rohana neared the table to unfurl the parchments. With ample silver ink loaded on her quill, she began to scribble out whatever she heard.

'Vivauh... Libertar... Sitiees...'

With those phrases, she stopped. The inaudible noises were irating her more.

"Be quick! We can't fail now."

Her robust words made Kenna work faster. She heated the obese jet black urn and tossed in the pot of blue glow dust and some fluorescing blue Chaurus eggs. But the next ingredient did irk her.

"Should I add this piece of flesh for sure?"

"We have less time and now you ask this?" Rohanna shrieked. In the moment of spite, Kenna threw in the thick, dripping, coppery stench Daedra heart. Without any delay, she laced her hands before her chest and enunciated,

'Abatrip tryft facionore clangorekt.
(Abate the facinorous clangour.)

Between the robust attempts, she did assemble the highly fluorescing spigot that snaked their tender tendrils over the space. Seeing the rise of the new remedy, Rohanna inhaled some solacing cedar.

With every sailing flick, the lights streamed to form a spiral shine eventually ending up in a spinning storm. The blades of light collided even with the microscopic matters to drink in the odd noises. As the cure silenced the horrendous howls, the Narngonians lifted their heads.

"Azarious remind Galene to do the same with the crystals."

Her quick orders had their effect on him. He closed his eyes and creased his temples while crying within for his beloved. In a short moment, he opened his eyes in a flash. But his heart wasn't ready to let it go. For more flicks, he did the same but something was disturbing the communication. His sharp gazes blurred but he could sense the odd chills freezing them.

"Grace! The frequencies are fluctuating more. The besieging cunning cold currents are more interrupting. Now it is our turn." His declaration made Rohana fret and it could be read from her flinching little finger.

"Oaves, you are! Open the lock. Defend than repent," Laurel retched strictly.

"We can't risk Aetherth!" Valerie spat back.

"And so does the Narngonians!" Kenna affirmed as she rose the fluorescing spirals rushed forming a tornado heavier than they should be.

Before she could push the highly powerful surges towards the other side, Galene stopped her.

"Don't drain the precautions. We still have a way!"

"Galene, if there is such a thing-"

"Azar, hear me! Try not to communicate with me. I can't hear you but my erratic heart could make me sense you. With that said, I must remind you of this. Even if we can't hear you, you still can. Try to decode it and that will end this. Don't ask me reasons. Just catch the noise."

"What are you...?"

"Thanks to you, Galene." Laurel's response captured everyone.

"Seems like someone's plan is changed!" Valerie huffed.

"Shush for now and ever. Why should I change the plans when she gave me the solution?" His hope lightened every tired pupil. As silence bloomed he explained.

"I will catch the noises and deviate them through solids. Through this we can save them once for all. Alright?"

"Right science. But where will they be diverted?" Kenna yelled while reducing the fervour of the rotating tornado to its former size.

"Space is the key."

"But won't that open the sealed portal?" Azarious voiced the anxiety trafficking in every mind.

"After all they are soundwaves and thankfully Aetherth allows no such bizzare external waves to intrude into its atmospheric layers. This proves that we can safeguard and conquer it on one go."

Stating that he mumbled a quick, mute hymn and pushed his hands towards the mirror. A birthing void between his palm created a blazing bronze field that traversed from his palms to fade into the thin air. After some ounces of time, they emerged from the reflective facets of blue kyanite on the other side.

With every fringe detonated from his palm, the coppery hue invaded his marine eyes. The thundering spikes curbed the snaking curtains of raven smoke to pour them out amidst the infinitely massive bits of cosmos. As the diverting spikes restored the silence, the earthlings exhaled the tensed winds.

"What is happening now?"

"Gal-lene!" Azarious broke into tears of joy. His scouring heart impeded the excess beats.

"Azarious! Where are the sounds and visions taken?"

"To the cosmos. We will interpret them through cosmic collisions. Thanks to Laurel." Rohana alleged.

"So what is the vessel to interpret them?" Serephina put forth her abrupt query.

"GOSH! Slay my laidback brain! Someone arrange my tripod. Quickest please," crying it loud Rohana ran towards the divine mother to pull out the burnt wood box sclupted with deep golden crescent moon surrounding the octagram kept near her foot.

In a push of the protruding burnt wooden lever, she opened the sacred crate and picked the achroous glazing, sharp cut orb. She ran to the tripod held in position by Valerie and placed the sphere with utmost caution to fix its three holes on the spokes of the metal.

Confiding her conscience to her breaths, Rohana spelt,

'Decryptige tryft raizs.'
(Decrypt the rays.)

The moment she uttered it, some glaring glimpses of light flickered on the transparent glazes of the diamond. Sooner the intense rays seethed out of the facets lowering the clashes of noises to audible decibels.

With every cycle, Rohana could discern the right syllable. She ran to the parchment and her clammy fingers pulled out the quill, spilling some spots of ink to blot the floors.

Invoking her every ounce of strength she scribbled down whatever she heard.

Stites... Vivaaahmuus perrr temppuse nou-hstrrum vivee-re et liberaari. Salvous sitis. vitaa-am ordiamur. Fortes supe-erstiu-tes.

Rohana's emerald eyes fluttered while her tossing thoughts resurfaced what would happen next. Before anyone could portend and comprehend the signs, she did near the answer.

She gathered her courage to confess it. In the eerie moment, the smokes had revealed the impact of their endless preying on Arva. The occurrence before them was way too crude.

Blinding veils of serpiginous smoke, intensified the darkness of the ambience. Brutal spikes of the blood-red shimmers pierced their sharp edges to glisten the residual truce amidst the respiteless spite. Chiming chirps of vermins and worms resounded amidst the lack of voices.

The lifeless palls of grasses and twigs thrived with silhouettes of leaves and ruby frozen buds as the warm smells of daylight and damp rocks dusted the walls to intensely tease the olfactory porters.

The moment the smokes had completely cleared, the diabolical entity shone its rufescent beams through the wrapped cloak of black.

"O-g-r-e!" Mordana gritted her teeth only to part her lips to sip some gushes of air. Within fractions of time, her buds in the tongue tip were hoisted high.

"Why am I tasting sweet essence in this tough time? Could that mean something?"

Stares and struck pale expressions earned her confused glares meddled with agony. If not for Aaron's rigid clasp on her stiffened shoulder, she would have done anything insane.

Amidst the chaotic puzzles, they saw the answers unfold in bits in front of them. But to Rohana the clues were all solved. It was evident from her trembling cheeks warmed with robust flow of blood and her tear brimming starry glares.

She parted her mouth to declare it all with her left out courage. The moment she contracted her speech-cords, she sensed the sardonic stares of the fierce ogre infuriating million piercing needles on her nape. When the heat and chills predated her, her weary self succumbed to the fated calls.

Her deceiving lids fogged her with shades of dusk. She limped until her clanky legs were withering off their last specks of peace to the ebbs of disaster sipping her. But her tough mind battleted it, letting the final threads of power attain preeminence within her.

"They aren't Sluagh, as we supposed them to be," she shrieked with her ephemeral strength

"Did you decode it?" Valerie's eyes popped out almost ready to fall to the grounds. But she couldn't form the words between her thirsty gut and drying lips.

"Oh, sages! May the force save us. What a misfortune we are in!" Kenna cried out while holding Rohana on her arms.

"Hear me, Kenna! They are the evaded tots of Mallacterth."

Her bated declaration drummed the dolorous elegy of agitation snatched the silences in the last ruffles of air, she fell as her twirling thoughts drenched her into the athymy waves, tranquilising her.

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•..GLOSSARY..•

Mallacterth: 'Mallact' is being cursed and 'erth' is a suffix to rhyme with Earth.
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Did you see this approaching? Hope the twists and revelations have added new chills and thrills. Here are some points to muse.

.Ø. What do you think the meaning to the chants will be?

.Ø. Why do you think Mordana tasted sweetness? Could there be more significance with it?

.Ø. Lastly, spill your theories about Mallacterth. I'm awaiting it.

Happy reading. Next update will reach you soon (hopefully).

Until next time,
🦋..Yaris..🦋