Young Master's Future Wife?

"Not Evil," Christopher muttered to himself as he washed at the castle's private bathing area. He puffed out his cheeks, letting out air and thinking if the one inside him is evil or not.

Back then, they could not explain it. The powerful healer, Basalt, confirmed it was evil. They merely took his word for it, echoing their existing suspicion.

Having stayed in the wooden tub for only ten minutes, scrubbing off the scent of the Oscorian blood, he was already feeling the cold. He sighed and complained, "Whatever is inside me... it's giving me inconvenience. Evil or not... At least, Amanda was not inconvenienced by her inhabitant."

As he made his way back to his chamber, he had the same thoughts in mind. He waited for another hour and observed the guards from outside. After seeing more lights turned off, he once again jumped off his window to see Amanda.

Tired from their day, Amanda and Christopher merely slumbered together, but like the previous nights, it opened a chance for the voice inside him to speak up.

"Let me out. Let out." The voice quickly faded.

Some time passed again and the same voice spoke, "I can help you - ahhhh!"

It was as if something was holding back the voice to speak further, yet another force was giving it strength to get through the seal.

Christopher was too tired to bother himself with the voice. He would lightly twitch at the sound of the calling, partly grunt at the appearance of his seal. Yet, despite the mild discomfort, he returned to sleep.

Inside Christopher's body, the blue crystal, the spirit's superficial form was wrapped in a black shadow, constantly rotating and guarding it. However, what used to be a perfect seal to suppress the spirit of the water, now had an opening, barely a millimeter in size.

For five long years, Mahli, the spirit of the water has grown tired and had fallen into a deep hibernation state, following the effects of the dark shadow. Yet, with the arrival of the master of fire, Mahli slowly awakened.

Each and every day Mahli, thrived to use its strength to weaken the seal and when it did, he began to speak to Christopher's mind.

The spirit of the water, Mahli, struggled to express itself through the very small opening. In each chance he got, he called for Christopher, but the black shadow was often quick to rotate itself, tightening around the crystal and seemingly preventing for his voice to be heard.

The black shadow was a powerful magic that came from a set of stones, ones that the healer, Basalt, took from an enchantress belonging to the world of Devani.

It was the healer's most powerful and prized collection, which he had long used in his practice. It was said to be an equally powerful force as any spirit of worlds.

It was this same magic that had sealed the blue crystal inside Christopher. Yet, despite still being caged, Mahli remained confident. For as long as the master of fire would remain to awake him, he can soon break free, even without Basalt's help.

"Master of fire... stay with me..."

Amanda woke up in the wee hours. She heard the voice again. Someone was calling out to her, but she knew not who. She turned to Christopher's frowning face and could tell he was having an unpleasant dream.

She studied him carefully. For a second she thought that the voice was inside him, calling for the master of fire. However, reality hit her, shew as no longer... the master of fire.

Amanda frowned and turned to another direction. She asked silently, 'Who is calling me? Am I still the master of fire?'

She remained awake for at least an hour, but before returning to rest, she concluded, 'Maybe... maybe it is because the master of fire remains to be me until the next one is born.'

She sighed, realizing it will be for another decade or so for the next master of fire to come about.

In the days that followed, Amanda resumed her training while Christopher became busy, interrogating the Oscorian leader about the taking of Basalt. The leader never said a word, only saying that Christopher should just surrender himself for the sake of his nation, otherwise more blood will be spilled.

Since the leader of the Oscorian troop refused to cooperate, they sent the other Oscorian prisoner to return to their land, bringing with him a message from Aeros. They requested for the exchange of the leader and Basalt in two weeks' time.

Days passed again, and the time for Amanda to prove herself finally came. Christopher was no longer worried about her. He established his woman had unusual strength. As to why or how, he did not care anymore. He only wanted Amanda by his side.

Two days before the awaited fight, Amanda decided to rest her body. Kiesha, on the other hand, proclaimed her winning in advance, scorning Amanda in front of soldiers, telling them that Amand was stupid to even agree to the fight.

A day before the match, Kiesha drank with her closest arms, continuously celebrating her upcoming victory through small barrels of liquor. Kiesha even found the courage to seek for Theo in the evening.

After seeing Theo and his advisers come out of the castle's great hall and heading toward his chamber, Kiesha rushed to him. "Master Theo! Master Theo!"

Theo turned to find a drunken Kiesha. Her face was red and full of sweat while wearing a white padded jacket, her silver hair tied to the back of her head. He frowned and asked, "What is it, Kiesha?"

"Master, I am one of the female guards of this nation who has served you and the young master for many years," she tried to sell herself.

"Yes." Theo acknowledged.

"I come not from a noble family, but I have proven myself to be worthy of your trust, more than any woman in this land," Kiesha added.

"And?" Theo asked, now raising his brow, wondering where this was going.

"There is no doubt that I will win against Amanda, Master Theo. I don't know what this woman is thinking, but since you chose me for this task, I will fight for your entertainment," said Kiesha.

She bowed her head before she requested, "Master Theo, all I ask is that you consider me to be the young master's future wife."