Chapter 5 - The Old Chapel (1/2)

The next morning, the couple decided to give the young Valkyrie a little tour of their new home. Mavislin was ecstatic when she initially heard she would have a home after agreeing to train under the couple's wing.

The trio took a little journey, a walk towards the border between the Urnsfield's and the Campania's domain. Entering the Campania's domain meant a world of problems, but the couple seemed confident.

A village situated right at the border was only a landmark for them, much to Mavislin's surprise.

”This village is very important to Mages. They aren't just humans, they are humans who know about us Mages. A treaty of peace has been established between us and them, so make sure you don't cause any trouble for them,” said Gillian.

”They protect our identity and whereabouts while we protect them by helping out using our powers,” explained Ysabeau, her hands waving about, greeting the villagers.

Mavislin kept quiet as she tailed along. Something about having humans around was bothering the young Valkyrie. Ysabeau smiled gently as she rested a hand on the child's head.

They walked into a forest situated beside the village. Located in the heart of a forest, laid a small clearing. From the perspective of being behind a curtain of vines, nothing but lush greenery and a single huge oak tree that was at the side was present.

Mavislin looked perplexed as she stopped in front of the curtain of vines, but the couple gave a reassuring smile.

”Go on, you'll be able to understand what the Elements can do,” said Ysabeau.

The young girl gulped as she stepped through the vines. In an instant, the fallen leaves in the clearing decided to have a mind of its own as they flew up into the sky. The leaves formed a huge cylinder and exploded, revealing a huge stone building in its wake.

An Old Chapel turned to a nice little home in a small clearing of a beautiful forest was right before the Valkyrie. It was cosmic. The walls were still sturdy as if it had been untouched. It bore no look of war or fights but it screams of nostalgia towards anyone who came by.

An upgraded cottage, if there was such a thing. Its roof had been repainted from gray to brick red. The walls from their typical grey and black color to a subtle pale white. The windows maintained their design. A chimney stuck out from the building's top.

”Go on, nothing to be afraid of,” cooed Ysabeau, slightly pushing the Valkyrie towards the house.

Mavislin scanned the area in wonder. Was this the true power that an Elite could muster? The child gleefully ran up to the building and gave it a knock.

Two large wooden doors opened with a creak, allowing the Valkyrie in. The couple smiled as they followed the energetic child behind.