17 Wizard?
Amber watched on as Arsan took her over, now that the cut was clean. He scrolled through the pages, his eyes dilating over every word as he recites the right information.
His index stopped on a page, "I'll need you to hold her hands." He glanced at her over the pages, and Amber nodded with her mother's hands squeezed in hers.
She had no idea what he was doing but she trusted that he would help her. He was perhaps her mother's only hope.
"There's a lot of mysteries in the world, Miss Lane, including what you're about to witness right now, I only trust that you'll use this information for good and not put it out to the wrong persons." Arsan closed his eyes, whispering words under his breath when he placed his hand out.
The words rolled off his tongue, the book tightly held in one hand and his mind focused on the opponent when magically an immense green glow erupted from his hands, filling the room to proximity.
Amber gawked, her jaw practically dropped at the sight before her. Arsan's eyes were closed tightly while everything happened around him, books floating in the air along with his hair, blowing with the created wind.
His lips were parted, the glow evidenced on his face and parted lips when he continued. Amber could feel her mother's body slightly raise on the table but fell back again with all the other objects in the room.
Arsan quickly caught himself before his body could stumble backward, and opened his eyes to see a very startled girl looking at him.
She felt around her mother's body, even more, shocked than before when she saw that the wound was closed. She passed her finger along with the cut, looking at the man again, before returning to her mother, "What," She went on, fighting for words, "W-What the hell was that?!" She stepped away from him, her hands in front of her chest when she begged him, "Are you gonna shoot me some kind of laser, seriously first some supposed demons, and now you're some kind of wizard? Please don't kill me."
Arsan chuckled at her remarks, "That was healing magic and no that doesn't make me a wizard as far as I know they don't exist." He scratched his neck, a boyish grin on his face.
"Don't exist. No way, wizards deserve myths too. You know, you're trying to tell me that demons exist and not wizards."
"No—" He stopped her, "I didn't say they didn't exist, I said as far as I knew, no one had ever seen one so but just like humans say they're just myths, though it is rumored that they were around once. I am not a wizard, Miss Lane but a half lock; wizards are said to be my ancestors, whom I had developed these casting skills from."
Arsan passed his fingers along the dusty shelf, rolling it between his fingers, "Do you know that this room alone is said to be of about a dozen and more times your age? These books that were passed down to me share great wisdom though previously I am only capable of casting healing magic."
"A-a dozen times?"
"Yes, I do wish to explain all of this to you but believe you should wander off now, the magic of that spell doesn't last long, and just because the bleeding stopped and everything is pretty on the outside doesn't mean it is on the inside." He explained and pointed to the door, "Head back up the stairs through the hall where you'll meet a door at the end, go down those stairs leading to the side and you'll see an awaiting vehicle. Be sure to watch your surroundings. I'll open the gate."
"Thank you." She wrapped her mother's hand around her neck, lifting her off the table and carried her to the door, she was about to leave when Arsan held her shoulder,"Please, take this—" He says, turning her around in which he gave her a book,"All your fairy tales are true—this book unlocks all the secrets of your world."
Amber gave him a half-smile when she took it, "Goodbye Arsan."
She then hurried through the hall, opening a red door to the metal staircase, being sure not to make any noise. She lay her mother on the backseat before she crouched to the front, picking up the key and entering herself after.
She let out a shaky breath, and while waiting for Arsan to open the gate, she couldn't shake the eyes she was getting.
Amber turned her head to the side, meeting the eyes of Arveion who stood sweaty in battle, his sword bloody in his hand, his eyes focused on her but not directed in a way to reveal her hiding.
She stared at him, Indigo joining to stare as well, along with some of the other angels.
'What did that mean?' Amber wondered but shook away her thoughts when the gates opened.
She started the car, wasting no time on driving out onto the road. Either way, they did win so she supposed that was the only thing that mattered.
It's only when Amber drove off, looking at the place WW hotel resort, this time it was from a different perspective. It was stripped of the walls they tried to cover up, the reality under the paint, that that wasn't a hotel.
And what the world consisted of...
"Demons—" Amber says to herself, were they really fighting demons? Caught in her head and hurried to reach the hospital, Amber almost crashed, smashing a hard break when someone showed up in the road.
She hit the horn, a cloaked figure raising his shadow head to look at her before slowly walking from the road.
It looked like the same cloak person who she had helped on her first day at the resort.
Amber got instant chills, running her palm along her arm which he had touched.
