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Secret of The Mythics

Siloam Ezio and Suki Sakura have been childhood friends since kindergarten. Now they will find themselves going on a adventure that will try them so very much. One they would never expect. Not once.

Caitlyn_Guy · Fantasy
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2 Chs

Learning Control

Over the next few months Sara began to try and teach Eariana skills to help manage her anger. Eventually after a long few months of failed attempts, Sara began to wonder for an unusual situation such as Eariana, maybe she should try some unorthadox methods. So one morning she made a plan to have Soliam and Suki go over to (Amber) Suki's mother's home down the road a few miles. So that her and Eariana could take a trip a few towns over to a little shop. As they arrive Eariana is looking out the window of the vehicle, and sees a small log cabin with a decent sized sign a that you may miss if you aren't looking for it while driving. The sign read The Mystic's Trove. it wasn't a flashy sign just your run of the mill wooden plank sign with the name woodburned into it. Eariana seemed intrigued by this sign, she some how felt drawn to the sign and the store. "E? Eariana? HEY GIRLY!?!?", Said Sara slightly concerned for Eariana after seeing her zone out for 3 minutes straight. "Huh? Oh sorry Miss Ezio.... idk what happened there for a minute..", Said Eariana making herself grin to reassure Sara that she is ok. They then get out of the car and make their way to the front door which also has some woodburned art on it this time it showed a black cat and a outline of another cat which formed the shape of a yin and yan symbol. she stopped to look at it for a moment, as she looks closer she suddenly jumps back and her hair stood on end. She turns to Sara and exclaims "D-did you see that?!?" Sara shakes her head Abit confused and asks "what do you mean?" Sara looks back at the door and thought, "I swear I saw that black cats eyes open up and blink looking at me.. did I imagine it.." Sara puts her hand on Eariana's shoulder and says with a reassuring smile, "lets head inside." Sara opens the door and upon entering the smell of incense fill the air around them. Eariana takes a nervous breath in and feels an internal warmth almost as if the scent itself naturally melded with her and could soothe her inner turmoil. the sound of the ringing wind chimes filled the room just as the smell of incense filled the air. "welcome.", Greeted an elderly woman whom emerged from behind a tapestry, Near the counter in the front of the store. Eariana jumps a bit from the sudden appearance of the women. Sara looks to the woman and begins to part her lips to speak. But before she could get even the slightest sound out, The woman looks to Eariana and begins to speak. "You are one with great power, potential gifted from the trees that Root from the earth below. They speak to you in the rustle of their leaves to remind you of your Roots, Just as the skys above proudly smile apon you with the rays of the sun to remind you of your ever increasing potential to soar above those whom may doubt you. Yet I sense a darkness, a seed of mistrust, that has been rooted long ago and was fed from the darkness and fear generated from a great loss of someone or something dear to you." She spoke these words all while slowly approaching the young girl with her cane in hand, limping with every step from all her years prior that lead up to her old age and filled her with such knowledge and wisdom. She looks to Sara and says "I know of the reason of which you have came." she gestures to the far side of the store of which seems as though it has been untouched for years and speaks in a wise tone, "If the young one truly wishes to learn control she must learn herself first." Eariana looks to Sara as if asking what she should do. Sara looks at her and smiles faintly and mouths The words, "I believe in you." eariana looks around a bit nervous and fearful of what she is about to find, but all the while at the same time she feels a rush of electricity as if it's a surge of excitement and anticipation of what is to come.