The End of The Festival

Under an inordinate size of a tree, the immoderate shadow it casted covered the people galore in there. Everyone had exuberant smiles inscribed on their faces, lying jocosely in the clearing ground.

Orlan ate the cultural chip-like foods, crunching it's roughly properties yet giving out a savory taste. He abstained himself drinking a wine but he had already prepared copious amounts of flasks of wine hidden in a storage space.

"For goodness' sake, how does that brat have managed to get a reward of a mini spatial ring? It should have cost at least 10 000 gold." He continued crumbling his food while looking at the plain yet runic black ring on his marriage finger.

If some ignorant person looked at it, he would speculate him having a wife.

"Where the hell is he? He should have accompanied his own uncle during such a special event. Maybe I should not have gotten hard on my words." He watched the continuous brilliant explosions in the night sky.

At the next dawn...

Gloathiac had finally seen the last firework bursting at the pale sky. He had remained awake to savor the experience of his first festival of celebration.

The brightly colored lines that exploded like a chain reaction, forming stacks and stacks of glows, and the distinct appearance of a chromatic and motley colored dragon beast; shone for the last time before dimming.

The remaining people who managed to last at this moment finally slowly dispersed.

Camie beside him was still asleep. The sight of such beautiful and petite girl could trigger his conscientious sympathy.

He flipped his hand and opened his palm wide. An immaculate flow like a river coursed into the air and circulated towards the flowing wind, dispersing and mixing with it. The holy elements that filled the perfectly pure white river, was far more holy and many times better than Camie had.

The air absorbed the elements until it surged out white lights. The luminance was lower as to be expected. The time of dawn abated it, causing its glow to be dimmer than when it lighted in a pitch-black darkness.

Two forms were swiftly created, attaining a sublime form. The same angels with their stunning and exquisite figure showed its ravishing appearance again with an aura of holy sacredness. They glowed with a shining bright white light.

They flapped their wings and soared above both of them. They halted at a higher atmosphere as they opened their wings wide, presenting their deifying entrance.

Afterwards, they glided towards both of them, approaching. Both Camie and Gloathiac seemed to be magnetized as they were moving towards them preternaturally. They left their seats and was grabbed mildly by the angels, and descended down below in a dash.

Gloathiac immediately covered Camie in a barrier coat while he selflessly let himself feel the prickling wind hitting him sharply. However, his physique made him indestructible as aside of feeling slight tickle, nothing harm did a damage to his body.

They pierced a small sized cloud, budging it slightly to scatter, and proceeding below to meet the stretching vertical wall of the west.

The city had long lost its sparkling glows as the people killed their lights, for the sun was already rising. In the background, the circular shape of the sun slowly flew up into the large twin peaks of two humongous mountains far away in a long distance. The yellow incandescence it brought out kept the city in its opening warm radiance.

Some lanterns were still brightening but was swallowed by the increasing radiance of the sunlight. The banners and some writings of mnemonics across all structures still hanged, showing the people's reluctance to bid farewell of the festival.

Both Gloathiac and Camie continued their descent, meeting the walls of the north, east, and lastly the large east wall. Finally, they entered into the secret hole then in a particular hall.

The place was not mostly affected by the increasing light of the sun as it maintained its darkness. However, due to the angel's permanent glow, it brightened the gloomy hall.

The angels slowly unlocked their grasp, letting them land gently at the platform. Gloathiac swiftly held Camie before she fell, still comfortably asleep.

The angels smiled warmly de novo. Their hands which pulled out of their embrace, still lifted as if they were reluctant to part. They floated in the air before finally dispersing into light, which scattered around yet flowed into the platform they stood below.

The place became dark anew.

Suddenly, the balance they had regained was in a turmoil. Gloathiac immediately floated while carrying Camie in order to be unaffected.

The platform that stood 2 meters drilled back to the ground, blending with it to hide its existence. On its surface, it suddenly formed earth as if covering it with a cloth of land, making a camouflage.

Gently, Gloathiac descended into the ground, which supposed to be where the platform was.

"Camie" Gloathiac muttered in concern as Camie was in his embrace, lying in his standing posture in pleasure.

'Should I wake her up?' Gloathiac thought.

But it was no longer needed.

Camie's long eyelashes stirred, attractively opening her stunning and gorgeous deep blue-gem like-eyes.

The light that sipped through still managed to let one's vision to see their surroundings.

"Glo" She spoke weakly. Her movements flexed as she tried to stand properly, ejecting out from Gloathiac's embrace.

"You've done pretty well." Gloathiac helped her adjust, which she finally stood. "Now, I am supposed to be your friend. Naturally, I'll not hide some secrets of my own."

Frail winds gathered from every directions, coursing to their little legs. It accumulated to a point of great puissance, raising them up slightly in the air and elevated them in a fixed position.

Camie's eyes clarified, and rational thoughts had barely returned when she was just shown by an improbable scene. Her eyes slowly widened into surprise as crucial thoughts had implied that her building speculation was true: an impossibility.

Their hairs rustled by the leaking force of bellow, their clothes shook in intensity. Her cherry lips opened to express her swelling emotions.

"You're unlike me!" A voice came out of her unintentionally with a volume of octave higher. She continued, "How can you procure wind?"

"I think you've misunderstood me for something." Gloathiac smiled.

"That can't be. I thought you are a pure-blooded angel." Camie slowly said in disbelief. She stared at him incredulously, "How can a normal person wield both holy and wind elements?"

Her sensations told her his body pulsated with a pure aura, entailing the holy element. Even if she didn't have the same corresponding element of the wind, even a normal person could feel what element others have. But this person, the same age as her, seemed to conceal his other element freely.

"Then how about you? Two constricting elements: Holy and Evil." Gloathiac spoke.

"I- I am different." Camie lowered her head.

"Well, I am also different." Gloathiac casted his gaze away. "Let's go back. My uncle is waiting for me. How about you? Do you want to go back to your place?"

'So that's why she could feel my holy element. Because she's an angel, huh? Does that really exist? Then she must be also a fallen, if she had evil within her. Then how can't she not sense my evil element?'

Camie kept silent for a while as if she was thinking.

"I don't want to go back in there." She spoke, looking at his side.

"Okay, then let's go to my home." Gloathiac took a glance at her side-ways before keeping it away.

"Eh?"

"You heard it correctly."

"Can I really go there?"

"Of course, I'm not lying."

Camie's eyes turned wet before she lowered her face again, ridding her recently formed tears. She looked at him anew, speaking gratifyingly,

"Th..thank you. "

"But I still can't. I will stay at my place." Camie said seriously.

Gloathiac immediately eyed her in shock, "Why?"

"I just felt I cannot leave them. I think I only misunderstood them, thinking they are all bad persons. Just I misunderstood my mother, I don't want the same thing to happen. I'll clear my mistakes and face them straight."

Gloathiac stared at her, 'She changed so much.'

"Okay, if that's what you said, I am greatly assured." Gloathiac uttered before he willed his intent at his control, propelling them with the wind below their legs ushering them forwards.

Opposing winds had not managed to barrel at them, some deterring barrier eclipsed their beings.

Two kids, were quickly moving fast, flying back to the destination of the alleyway. Cheerful smiles accompanied by cheers roamed following their movements.

The cheers of experiencing the sprinting dash Gloathiac had not strongly felt during the part when both angels carried both of them.

The cheers Camie that let her remember when her mother activated the platform and they rushed to a destination with angels carrying them.

What exchanged the sad and serious atmosphere was a joyous one as they flew across the rooftops with yellow refulgence of the rising sun adding a painting to their body.

After arriving in the alleyway and gently dropping to the surface, they faced each other.

"I guess we'll now go our separate ways. But I know we'll still meet again." Gloathiac smiled friendly, as he would count his days back to his home again.

"I'll never forget you Glo." Camie had her eyes soaked again.

"Haha, how many times have you cried? Others will tease you a crybaby." Gloathiac patted her head. 'If I do this on her the first time we met, I'll surely be greeted by her slap.'

Camie had her cheeks turned red as she said no words.

"Okay, I'm going. I'll show you one last trick again. Bye!" Gloathiac gestured her a goodbye before activating the space elements around him, swallowing his entire body in a dizzying fluctuation. It was as if he was a pool of still water that suddenly been dropped by a stone, shifting forms.

Suddenly, his existence vanished as Camie stood in silent shock, her chaotic emotions greater than anything else.

"A space element... Triple elements..." She subconsciously muttered.

Until, her thoughts snap back out of her.

"Glo, you idiot. Idiot, idiot!!" Her angered expression swiftly soothed as she faced the ground. "I haven't said my goodbyes."

A teardrop fell.

After noticing that, she lifted her head and punched her cheeks clumsily, "Crybaby! Glo said you will be teased upon if you cry again."

She shook her head and faced the outside with renewed vigor, "This time, I will not be the one waiting. Once I became strong enough, I'll search both of you, Glo and Mom!"

Under a particular astronomical tree, Orlan along with some drunk and non-drunk people, lied relaxingly at its shadow.

Suddenly, Gloathiac manifested and appeared beside him. The space fluctuations this time seemed more stable and powerful than the last time.

Noticing that deeply familiar space feeling that managed to puke him at one memory, Orlan swiftly shifted his direction to Gloathiac, "You damn brat, and you've waited your uncle so much. You didn't care for my feelings at all huh? I'll teach you a lesson after we get home."

Gloathiac guiltily smiled and as he whiffed the scent, a wine aroma entered his nostrils.

"Uncle, you're drunk!" He exclaimed.

"What drunk? Of course I'm drunk. I've wanted to invite you for five years in this festival so we can celebrate with each other as uncle and nephew. After all my effort in convincing your mother and father, and after all of my investigations; you just left me behind alone? You ungrateful brat, see what I'll teach you."

"I'm sorry uncle. I just met this intelligent girl and you kn--"

"What girl? Have you already fallen in love you brat? What age are you right now to already forget your uncle just like that!"

"Okay, okay. I'll pay you back after we get home. I can't already wait to see mom and dad!" Gloathiac lifted Orlan's bulging arm to his neck easily.

Orlan seemed to be lacking in energy after venting his pent-up emotions as he was held by Gloathiac.

"And yeah...(hiccup)... You brat, don't use the space elements too much.. (hiccup)..We might be discovered. And don't forget the money. After leaving me alone, that should basically be all mine. (hiccup)..."

"Okay, it's all yours. I'll be using this power one last time. If I had to use it a second time, I just need to change my identity. I deeply wanted to walk back home. But it can't be helped with. Alright, here we go." Gloathiac adjusted Orlan's body beside his back, lifting him off unconventionally.

Everyone at the vicinity was dumbstruck witnessing the scene. A young kid with his large uncle behind his back.

Every toy and bag of gold swiftly vanished, precisely disappearing to be manifested at where the storage area of the mansion-like-house. The space was flawlessly regulated by Gloathiac to move all of the items including him and his uncle, back to where his home at.

Large fluctuations of space flittered in the area, shifting the image like an illusion that was shaking. Everyone who felt it had an urge to puke as they tried to take a distance away.

At the span of moments, they had already mysteriously vanished.