Chapter 5 - Time Mage (1/2)

In the span of a few months, the Congregation was in a mess, in shambles and disarray after the attacks. Least to say, it did not survive the Dark Ages. The time where humans decided to scare themselves with vampires and witches.

It was fun for the growing young Valkyrie as she wreaked havoc with Baldwin, making the unknowing and aggrieved villagers afraid and disoriented. Every so often, Gillian enjoys the fun without his wife knowing. 'Training' was the main excuse as Mavislin tested new spells on the villages nearby.

It was the unspoken truth when deep down, all of that was just a way masking the pain and fear hidden. At some point, they had to be prepared to lose their lives or their loved ones.

With the Congregation fallen, the young Valkyrie was allowed to roam freely. Though quite dangerous, it should not have been a problem for the place she was headed towards. Mavislin was visiting Baldwin's daughter's grave, Abigail. She brought nothing but herself and some daisies.

The wind was exceptionally gusty. It must be Ysabeau practicing again, thought Mavislin. The disturbance in the wind informed the young girl otherwise as it felt foreign, nothing she's constantly seen and the Aura was unfamiliar as well.

”Come out, don't hide in a graveyard, human,” she said, emphasizing on the concluding word.

”I'm nothing of that sort,” replied the voice, as if he whispered into her ear.

She flinched as the voice came with no breath.

”Then what are you or who are you?” she asks, standing up.

”Why should I tell you?” At the present moment, the voice came from behind the girl.

”I'll ruin you if you don't stop this now,” growled Mavislin.

”Don't underestimate what I can accomplish, girl,” retorted the voice.

It was now in front of the annoyed Valkyrie. A finger decided to lift the girl's chin, just for a moment.

”Coward, show yourself!” yelled Mavislin, trying to grab the person.

”If you can even catch up to me!” taunted the brat.

The duel was on as the two tried to confront each other in the graveyard. Regardless of how many spells Mavislin threw at the brat; he never showed himself. It was getting frustrating. She then closed her eyes and smiled.

The Aura was able to pinpoint where he had placed his foot. If she could predict where he would go next, she might be efficient enough to hit him. But alas, how could a mere Mage predict the movements of a Time Mage?

When the young girl thought she had located where the annoying brat had been, he decided to change position. Mavislin looked shocked, how could he have moved when his Aura did not. She was beginning to tucker out. As she began to fall, a pair of scrawny but sturdy arms grasped her on time.

”No way, your Aura and footsteps were there a second ago. How are you skilled enough to get here so fast?” asked Mavislin, looking at the brat.