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..ACATALEPSY..

(noun) The impossibility to truly comprehend anything.
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"Mordana! Where the hell are you?"

The frantic voice of a woman thumped the black metal furnished walls and lone standing pillars to reveberate in the groin vaulted ceiling embedded with some intricate symbols amidst the convex folds.

With rushing breaths, she footed downwards in the loopy circling stairs. Her craggy steps were echoing in the evenly polished dove grey and grainy granite floors. She crumpled her heavy lilac linen gown with her toiling fingers. With every step, her anxiety sliced her deliberations.

"Mordana! Are you alive? Some response please, I need you now," she squealed in anguish. The anguish was ghastly than the giggles of the night winds singing its ballad of the day to the night-waking souls.

While she neared the eastern corner of the arching illustrated raven foyer, her eyes looked at the thick purple cloaked skies dusted with glittering silver spots and grey floating clouds, caressing the frosted crescent pendant. When she was feeling lost amidst the array of silencing howls, inside and out, a murky yet melodious humming tickled her ears. A stream of mitigation flowed on her.

Shadowing that, she clanked her steps audaciously towards a lonely diverged, dimly lit aisle, glowing under the silver shine of moon paired with golden candles dancing to spread their frosty fervour. Within three flicks, she stood in front of a rusty wooden door that had no handle to push it in. Her irate brows shot up.

"Here! Unlock it. I need your help," she urged. Her words echoed the clear aisle only to eventually hush.

Gradually the eerie tunes of elegiac tunes from the other side wilted into rough ruffles of air. Being used to these responses, she decided to push the door forward. But ceased when some silvery streaks of electric lines emerged with her two steps towards it.

'Such a bizarre woman!' Eir grumbled beneath her breath. She then took her amethyst jewelled lambent tiara from her purple-gold curvy locks and placed them on the webbed beams. The moment she kept it, the metals dissolved into the glowing lines while the amethyst stone was thrown out. She was taken aback but was grateful as her birthstone was still secured.

"Ajarep Ingresse"
(Ajar the ingress)

She could hear the spell in a hazy tone yet nothing changed. Before she became infuriated, she saw a gold-dusted palm emerging out. Slowly, it fitted the golden knob into the edge of the door. Then the aureate palm opened it for her. She stepped in and the door closed erratically behind.

There she saw Mordana brewing some noxious, viscous libation.

"Silly you! Should you always disturb me whenever I'm busy?" Mordana implored plainly.

"Whatever! I need help! We need to..." Eir paused hearing her plaguing recitation.

"Aye! Aye! So here is the queen of cure pleading to me? Do you think I will come for some petty litigation?"

"Not so funny! This is something important. Follow me, you get that?" Eir intensified her words, making Mordana wince.

"Not as valuable as my ale! I will come later or maybe never. Get lost."

"Ale? Pretty crap! Sere needs us and here you are concocting it with no resentment!" Eir couldn't hold back anymore.

"What's with Sere? I remember her snores and agape mouth. She was lost in her grave slumber."

If denouncing thoughts could choke the soul, Mordana would have to cry for help.

"Booze and die. Only the hell would greet you with glad smiles. Guess what, I'm leaving."

She hit her steps harshly towards the door. Snapping her knuckles, she enchanted,

"Burstaco meltiana"
(Burst and melt)

The spell did make the wood burn and the rimming irons melt, making the putrid fumes choke the serene whiffs. She moved from that place and made her way towards Serephina. When she entered the chamber, she saw shivers and sweats feasting on her peer.

Her skin was turning pale as her ruby blood had decided to keep away her warmth. Eir couldn't think better than solacing her.

"Sere! May you be calm. I'm here."

"Where are we? Thy mercy shall.." With those words, she gasped. Her lips were dry and flaky.

"We are here, in the Narngon. Wake up it will be over," Eir recited her words of concern to free Serephina from the mist of murk. Within flicks, she could see Mordana approaching them with a glass ballooned bottle showcasing the tides of ale in her palm.

"What happened to her? How long is she like this?" Mordana enquired in a strict composure.

"Quarter candle time or so. I woke up hearing her cries. She couldn't be sure of where she is. She was getting apprehensive with every passing moment," Eir replied while caressing her palms and toes.

Like the voids need moisture to cultivate some new scope, Serephina was fiercely burning who awaited some remedy to flick off the inner inferno. Both the women tried to calm her with their embrace and tried warming up her damp skin.

"No! Endow grace upon us!" Her muffles crammed their ears.

"Seems like it's some nightmare!" Eir commented.

"Save us rather than letting us succumb to despair! Mhmm... Hmm..." Her breaths were getting unsteady and deep.

Looking at her despicable demeanour, Mordana couldn't hold back anymore. She took some of her ale and asked Eir to part Serephina's lips.

"You sure about this?" Eir enquired.

"She needs it. Just do it. She should either sleep well or wake up. If she refuses to get up, let her rest long."

Accepting that Eir thrust her cheeks and she poured the dark viscous ale into her mouth. She rubbed her throat to help it glide down. With the minor dose, Serephina resumed her slumber silently. When her snores were replacing the mumbles, both of them sighed in goodwill.

"This crazy woman would have taken my life for her nightmares. So stubborn to give up a dream," Mordana ridiculed.

"Rest! She is better now." Eir diverted her.

"True! Let me go and refill my dose. This girl stole my hard work so easily." Stating that she walked towards her aisle.

"Are you sure it was just an ale? I thought it was something noxious. Some nasty deadly thing!" Mordana lifted her brow and thinned her lips with a stiff glare.

"It's not my fault! Who would brew some ale in this black glistening pigment? The moment I saw it, I was perplexed. Also, how can I expect a woman who loves death to do something normal?" Eir nagged her hard.

"Not fitting! Firstly, black is my only fascination and every potion of mine would be in black. Secondly, I love death but not everyone's. The one who can never accept life the way it is and complains it strictly can never be worthy of it. So don't call me a necrophiliac Ms Curie Queenie!" She retorted.

"Well! I apologise, Ms Dearthly hallow! Get along with that bizarre ale of yours," Eir grated her.

"Good for you! Do let me know when she is awake. She must sleep for at least three candles time." Stating that she turned to walk away but halted when they heard some wakening grunts.

"Who was sleeping? Is someone unwell?" Serephina asked innocently, shrugging off her weariness. Eir held her palms and gently tightened her grip, yearning some sombre stares.

"It was you who was driving us mad with your worst mares. And here you ask who was that. Oh, Lovely lord!" Eir let her maddening thoughts on lease.

"What? Me? Maybe, but I don't remember anything though. Better that I don't. It's all for good." Serephina's eyes lit up with a delightful smile.

"Better? You stole my ale and you woke sooner! This is sickening me and you say it's all for good?" Mordana never expected this debacle.

"Okay! Okay! I'm sorry. Glad now? We have to plan our training for the day." She pinched her ears to convince them.

"Not so better much! But yeah it's a waste of energy to refill an unworthy ale," Mordana expressed her misery.

"Don't mourn for that ale! I'm done with that ale tale. Let's progress," Eir hit her again. When Mordana was about to burst, she quickly rephrased it.

"I know you will do it better next time. Alright?" She encouraged, raising her thumbs to her.

"Not better, the best tomorrow," Mordana replied with confidence.

"Good! Now let's quicken up and get ready. It's not good to be late for Madame Valerie's hour." Eir backed them to time.

"Oh! That paranoid woman. I never wish to hear her rancid words and timid talks. That too not in front of those crazy novices. Let's go soon today,' Serephina added and Mordana patted their shoulders in approval.

With that disposition, they were getting ready for their training. They were dressed in thick laced garments that suited well with their heavy rings and sleek stringed chains dangling with ruby, amethyst and black opal, pendants. They did their light makeovers to highlight their twinkling eyes and plumpy lips. They seated their hair in a messy high bun while leaving some stray strands to tease their sharp-featured face beneath their flat and smooth tiara encircling their heads.

Grabbing some quills and times of tanned parchment along with some essential stuff from their perfectly clumsy, accidentally burnt side desks, they locked their chamber. They reached the granite floored hallways and greeted everyone with their standard glares and crooked smiles.

Their charm and perfection pulled anyone's attention, but their intimidating attitude and their terrific skills repelled everyone.

After scrutinising the flooded ways, they reached their classes. When they were about to step in, an autocratic voice stopped them.

"Stop right there! You have no business here." It was Madame Valerie. The paranoid psyche, that was her epithet. Glancing at her rim-spectacled eyes and purely black attire that contrasted her half pink and half green hair, one could tell why such an epithet was given to her.

"Sorry to offend you, madame. Are we not on time?" Serephina asked politely.

"Not my concern. You are wanted by Professor Azarious. Meet him on time if possible and now... Off my sight." Waving her pointers for a moment, she closed the door with a loud thud and it made them step back in astonishment.

"That psyche needs some treatment. This was quite too much!" Mordana scowled in bitterness.

"Relax! I wonder why he did summon us after all. Can't be anything good," Eir spoke her mind and it was a lot sensible.

Professor Azarious never summons anyone unwantedly unless there was something risky and rendering. This piece of news was enough to cloud their mind. Yet they must attend this call whatever it might be. Without delaying much, they set their mind to meet whatever uncertainty was waiting to greet them there. Maybe this was the beginning of the havoc!

With this chapter, I'm completing my first milestone for the ONC 2021. Hope this is enjoyable.

Some may ask why it is entirely a wizardry world and why there were no 21st century things. For this, I would say that I love the traditions the way they are.

./ø\. I will be adding some rare or fancy words as the chapter caption. I feel those words must need some light! What do you guys think?

./ø\. How are these spells? I created them. I use English words and modify them.

./ø\. What do you think is awaiting them?

./ø\. Can they face it or will they be pushed? If you were them what would you think the task to be?

./ø\. The above gif is my attempt. Are they fitting? Does it provoke some traces in your mind? Just some sceptical anxieties!

Make me know your thoughts in the comments. I await them all.

With love,
🦋..Yaris..🦋