Chaos ( III )
Teleporting had never been Aristele's favorite form of magic. It gave him a slight headache but Lumielle had always loved it.
No, she loves it.
Why? Why had she done such a thing? Aristele had realized why and that answer made his stomach sick. She could die. She could die and the last thing that she heard was how much he despised her.
That would sit on him. His tongue, he should rip it out. His sister was in critical condition. He had seen the blood splattered across her hand as she fell to the ground, cradled in the arms of his white-haired friend.
It was him.
"Where is Asterias?" He had asked a guard in the palace as they awkwardly looked at one another. Were they not going to disclose such information? He clenched his fist, magic seeping through the air. Electricity buzzing, almost humming in a melody that needed to be sung.