Curse Manifestation

"Chihuahua has told you about your mother's sacrifice. This is her wand. She would have wanted you to have it."

The Grand Witch said.

Nolamine did not know whether to be impressed that she knew that Mi-sun had told him about his mother, as her and the Grand Witch had not spoken ever since arriving, whether to laugh at the face Mi-sun was making for being called by such a nickname or to be awed by what he was seeing.

The wand floated from her hand to his. He had no time to be awed by such a trick and grabbed it. As soon as he did, his eyes felt it, his very being connected with the wand. It was like it had come back to its owner.

It was blue, made of glass blue dragon scales that seemed to be unbreakable. It had a picture of a wingless dragon, a drake, coiled around it like it was on defense but also about to attack at the same time, with its mouth open towards the point.

"You will know what to do with it once you meet the Guardian. For now, Second."

She called out at Second and she threw a potion to him. It was milky white with it being in a test tube bottle.

"Drink that. It will help with the rash."

Second said.

Nolamine trusted them and drank the whole of the potion. His rash stopped itching and started to visibly rescind.

"You have not been practicing but have experience fighting many tainted souls. First, we get rid of the curses that hang over your shoulders. Fifth will help you. You shall fight them and show us what you lack."

She said and just stood up and walked outside. Nolamine did not want to part ways with his mother's wand after just receiving it, but had to give it to Mi-sun to hold it for him as it seemed he was about to fight something.

Her words were like a command. The others all stood up and followed her. Nolamine still did not know how she knew all about him when he had been away.

"Bring me a branch from each of those trees."

Fifth said when they reached outside. The villagers were gathered around the hut. They had wanted to listen in on what was being talked about. Fifth had pointed to three trees. A peach tree, a guava tree, and an avocado tree. As soon as everyone saw him do that, they got excited.

Nolamine did as he was told and when he finished, he took the branches to him. Without saying anything, the branches lifted from the ground and were engulfed by black smoke, the same kind of smoke he would see leaving him each time he moved.

They entangled each other and turned into one branch that just like Fifth, smoke left it each time you would move it.

The other five looked on with Sazi and Nala eager to see what he was capable of.

"Drink this."

Fifth said, giving him another potion that was milky white but with patches of something black in it. He took it and drank it. Seconds after finishing it, his whole body felt light, like he was about to faint.

He vomited some black goo so thick it looked like tar with the same smoke coming out that he would see leaving the branch doing the same thing with the goo. He stepped away after vomiting bucket loads.

After gathering himself, Fifth came next to him.

"The potion I gave you is something I brewed. It allows you to excrete the curses cast on you without me needing to forcefully bring them out, which could sometimes result in the weak having seizures. Something we would not want if you have to fight them yourself."

"Huh?"

Nolamine understood what he was saying and had his suspicions that that was what he was going to be doing, but he still hoped it wouldn't be fighting his own curses.

"I usually take care of them after extracting and manifesting them but, manifesting them using the potion I gave you requires you to kill it in order for them to be exorcised completely. If you lose, you die or they stay on you forever, needing the Grand Witch's power to get rid of them."

He said as the black goo started to move.

"This, in your hands, is the only weapon that will work."

He said, giving him the branch.

"Once it manifests, it will only go after you but try to keep away from the spectators. Even though they are trained, some of them are children, and, with all of them wanting to see if Levian's son lives up to his mother's name, including us, young Guzzler. Do not hold anything back. "

The branch felt light and steady in his hands. He had to admit that for a guy who looked sickly and pale, having scars all over his body, his voice and eyes were of someone with wisdom and command.

The black goo manifested into something horrendous and ugly-looking. It was short, deformed, walked on two legs, and had three arms. Its hands were claws and its teeth looked like a shark's. One of its eyes was on the left side of its forehead and the other right where it should be. Its hair was oily and it had no nose. Its face and ears almost looking like that of a deformed gremlin.

"Ahhgrr."

It growled at him, the children screaming in surprise at the sight of it.

"Who in this world would ever curse your descendent in such a horrific way?"

Fifth asked as he looked at the thing with much curiosity.

"I believe it's the first of its kind that I have encountered. Well, that and the fact that this person seemed skilled in weaving curses. It's like he has been practicing on you for five years."

Fifth said. Nolamine at that point wanted to take a flight back to South Korea and punch Son-join again. One punch seemed like it was not enough for his wrongs. He looked at Nala who was standing next to Sazi, them discussing something pertaining to his curse. It seemed Son-join was still playing jokes on him even when he was away from him.

He cursed the heavens and hoped that they were not talking about the curse cast on him for his descendants. He had no need for motivation. Son-join's cruel unintentional curses had given him all the motivation he needed. For, for his own lovelyhood, he needed to get rid of them.

Looking at Nala looking somewhat flushed, he knew Sazi had done him no good and told her something she should never have heard.

'Curse your seeing through curses ability, Sazi!'

He yelled in his mind.

He ran to the goo with so much anger and hate, making it to be even surprised by his determination.