Shy Shy

He felt plain, the sudden realization made the nonexistent walls close the gap between them slowly as the seconds ticked by. Now he was well aware of his situation, the pieces have been attached in his mind and everything started to make sense.

Focusing as much as possible, he tried to recall the events that had taken place. He remembered witnessing the man transform into a beast they had never expected to exist in real life. After that, they were running wildly in circles, desperate to save themselves. The incidents that happened later weren't in his memories, which meant that they had died by being attacked while running. Cloey's words were true! They had really died!

"Oh man! What wrongdoings of mine could have provoked an angel to slap me?" a part of him was surprised too.

The fact that he was sad can't be denied either, for he hadn't done anything meaningful for himself and his family. Little did he expect that his life would end so fast.

No matter the regrets and grief that filled him, he knew that it was not a proper time to give in to his feelings. There was a bigger crucial matter at hand, saving both, his and Cloey's soul.

However the pressure he felt was still immense, the fact that he was dead was confusing and appealing at the same time. His fingers ran over his hands. It felt the same as before. He touched his hair. It felt like a mini hay stack, all the same as before. He blinked his eyes rapidly, it felt all too real.

"Death changes nothing except for my visibility probably. I guess fellow humans won't be able to see me," Peter concluded to himself.

He went back to staring at the phone's screen blankly. Earlier, they desperately needed signal reception which they now had but weren't capable of doing as planned. If he dialled the emergency number and told them that two dead people need their help to save their souls, it would sound absurd. The cops would instantly dismiss it as a prank call, unless he was extremely lucky and an officer who believes in supernatural stuff answered the call.

Cloey basically named everyone in her contact list except for her parents. Calling her parents and explaining their current situation seemed hopeless, they wouldn't believe him and might get even more agitated. Besides, there was no way that he would tell them their daughter had died and is now risking her soul for the wellbeing of herself and the Alfansos' son.

So, he was left with no other promising choice besides contacting her friends. As far as Peter knew, normally kids around his age tend to have a liking for things that seem fictional or absurd when observed by the eyes of an adult. After all, he was one of them.

"Which one shall I choose?" his eyes widened looking at the many weird names listed.

Just as he was analyzing every name in hope of trying to figure out their real identities, a horrifying scream echoed through the whole building. Peter jumped, his body involuntarily trembling. The scream was too familiar.

Unexpectedly, his shaking fingers clicked on the name Shy Shy. He made no effort to end the call, for that was the best shot he could give.

The beeping sound made his body go stiff, his mind was racing about the scream he couldn't turn a deaf ear to. Scared of the possibility that he was too late, Peter prayed hard for the other person to pick up the call. He tried to shake off his wariness by convincing himself that this unknown person he had called might help and Cloey was still safe, probably running for her life.

"Hello?" Peter greeted with his voice trembling.

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Bora was lying on Laven's soft black cushion-like bed, pretending that she was angry with him for not introducing her to his aunt. The sun outside had already set, the two of them had their backs facing each other. Hours have passed, without them uttering a single word to each other. Laven was busy reading news and doing some other things online, abandoning Bora for quite some time.

"Who wouldn't fall for this cute cat. You are simply being so irrational!" Bora broke the silence.

"I know you're cute. But if you meet a cute adult lion in the forest, would you run away or rush to it and pat its head?" he tried to defend his situation.

"Rush to it and pat its head," she stated bluntly.

"What possible harm can it cause?" she continued.

There was no use fighting with a creature which had no idea on what a lion was. Bora was the stubborn type, who didn't give in no matter what the other person says, unless opposed with a solid undeniable fact which she comprehends.

"Well, you're so cute. What if you get too attached to Aunt Shelly and abandon me? I won't be able to control my jealousy later," he tried flattering her to end the argument.

Bora kept mum for a while. Then, she turned facing Laven, showcasing all her teeth in a broad smile.

"Phlentine's son is so adorable. By the way, what's your name?" she asked.

Laven raised his eyebrows and looked back. After what seemed like hours, she asked him about his name? That was a bit funny.

"Why?" he questioned her, puzzled.

"For me to use when you make my blood boil," she replied in a calm tone.

"Laven," he let out a helpless sigh. What was he going to do with this cat?

"Don't forget to prepare the water. I guess I already told you that I need a hot bath," her attitude had taken place again.

"You've been looking at that thing for hours. Pay me some attention would you?" she pushed her paw against Laven's back, urging him to get up.

Instead of replying, he stood up and made his way to the bathroom.

'Rude!' (Bora's thought)

It was night but she wasn't giving in to the bed's tempting coziness. Haven sleeping for over 10 years, she had lost the mood to fall asleep again. It would take a long time before she feels worn out, at least that's what she thought.

As she stretched her body, her mind was busy thinking about the matters at hand. The furthest point Laven was capable of upgrading to was a pre-sorc, which wasn't strong enough to fight against extremely powerful threats. Although his mother hadn't upgraded to one, hopefully she had listened to the sorcerer and written everything down in the book.

Laven is the successor of one of the only nine sorcerors in the world. Be it Phlentine's mother or father, the sorcerer definitely wouldn't be as powerful as before, after transferring some of the power slowly to the successor. The power transferring process is known as the Harnessing Phase, a phase when the family tree of a sorcerer is the most vulnerable. When a pre-sorc dies, the sorceror will have no heir and be the last of its kind, but when a sorcling dies, the impact's severity depends on the amount of power transferred. A power that has been transferred out of the sorceror's body can't be absorbed back into the body, for the power requires fresh blood every time it is forced out voluntarily by the host.

In this case, Laven's race wasn't confirmed yet, due to his human father. It was confirmed that he inherited his mother's blood since Everett let him into the passageway but the presence of a human's blood is capable of 'locking' the special gene that is responsible in harnessing special powers in the descendant.

This whole situation was aggravated by the fact that his mother had died.

Just as she was about to scratch her head with her sharp claws due to distress, a sudden loud sound startled her to jump off the bed.

It was Laven's ringtone which of course she had no idea of, but she remembered watching her Master use it with the help of the human man she hated the most.

She leaped back onto the mattress, almost slipping but managed to get a good grip with the assistance of her claws. Retreating her claws back into a harmless position, she gently swiped the green icon. Her Master had done it before.

"Hello," an unfamiliar boy's voice was heard.

Strangely enough, his tone was way off, as if something had terribly gone wrong to him.

"Hello," Bora knew the basics of greeting a person.

Realising a mistake that she had made, she shifted her voice into a lower pitch and asked, "What do you want?"

"What do you want?! That doesn't sound friendly. Don't you know this is Cloey's number?" the voice on the other side shifted to that of an enraged person.

"Cloey? Isn't that a girl's name? Why do you sound like a boy?" her forehead furrowed a bit, not as much as a human is capable of. After hearing the person's words, she realised the name that popped up on the screen. Cloey.

"Who is this? Please don't play around with me," the boy didn't bother to answer her question.

"You called me yet you don't know my name?" Bora snapped. The two of them got into a mini quarrel.

"She labeled everyone with odd names, it's not my fault that I don't know which one belongs to who-"

"Did you steal this thing-"

"What thing-"

"This thing that is talking to me know-"

"I am the one who is talking to you. What kind of sick joke-"

"Can you just get to the point already? You're wasting my time!" she got impatient and yelled, the concern of the low tone she was trying to maintain was long thrown into the air.

Her outburst of anger was replied with a series of sobbing sounds.

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