Chapter 11: chapter 11
Confusion is written all over her face but she can't hide the grin forming from her lips.
"I'm not a muggle?" Alyxia stated with a terrifying tone which gave chills to both Clair and Reign.
"Now I can prove to those bitches that I'm someone they shouldn't lay a finger with" she continued with the tone of her while grinding her teeth.
"Alyxia, I think you need to calm down" Clair said, walking towards her with fear.
"No! They should learn! I'm the first female mage, I'm special compared to them!" Alyxia said forming a burning fist.
"Calm down, Alyxia" Reign stated dead tone. But it's too late, flames embraced herself.
"Oh no…. She's controlled by her anger. She seems to be unable to control her ability yet. I don't know how to handle a mad mage" worried, Clair draw out her wand.
Golden orange flames were everywhere. Flames which may cause death, Reign assumed. The calm yellow eyes of Alyxia is now completely red.
"I'll cast a spell. A gas that may cause her to sleep. I think my wind can't put out those deadly flames" Reign said with her nervous tone.
"Good plan. Those flames are golden orange. They're still weak compared to red and blue. This is our chance. Maybe she can't draw those mentioned colors. If so… I don't really know what to do" Clair laughed off the tension covering up her body. But irony must be cooperating with her. The unconscious Alyxia draw out red flames that scared the pair of witches.
"Damn it" Reign laughed then spill out her magic words "Gestidus Sliporious!" she casted her spell but all Alyxia did was blocking the spell with her flames to all Reign's effort.
"Ah sht" Reign murmured in frustration.
"I believe it's my turn" Clair stated, then swished and flicked her wooden stick. "Flemos Rigente!" was heard and Clair's golden orange flames wrapped the still unconscious Alyxia.
But then groans are heard from the inside of those orange flames. The redness aren't visible at that moment too. Her spell seemed to be working. But the flames feared by Clair covered up their place.
"Leave her alone" a dead tone was heard from their behind.
"Can't you see that we're helping her?! She's clearly unconscious and needs to be freed from the anger covering her" Clair shouted to the awakened Altair.
"You're all hurting her! Leave Alee alone!" he said with a demonic tone. Fear was written all over their faces as the blue flames grew bigger and they can feel their skin being burned at any second now.
"I didn't plan to die like this" Clair murmured with anger.
Alyxia's groans made Altair unalarmed and let out the flames that almost killed the witches.
"Alee, are you okay?" Altair hugged her, while hiding his horns. But he didn't heard any reply. She's still unconscious.
"Help me bring her to the hospital or even the clinic. She need help, quick" Altair demanded.
"Aren't you too full of yourself. For Pete's sake! You two almost killed us with your flames then you demanding us to help you?" Clair couldn't take it anymore. Shock and anger covered her up.
"Calm down, Clair. She was unable to control her ability. It's understandable that she happen to almost killed us" Reign weakly tapped her shoulder.
"That's not an excuse, Reign. We almost faced death there!" Clair shouted her lungs out then passed out due to the mixed emotions and tiredness she's feeling.
"Sorry about that, Altair. Let ne guide you. But I'll be taking this angry cinnamon roll. She was just shocked. Don't mind her attitude" Reign stated and grabbed her broom.
"I'm sorry too. But for now, we need them to checked up quick"
"Yeah, so the clinics are located at any department but the one is located at the castle. I know that lord Stefan will allow the both of you to go to that clini---" Reign said and Altair held Alyxia's hand and teleported to the mentioned destination.
"Oh so he left me to fly with this thin stick, alongside this heavy woman" Reign murmured with annoyance.
"It's ok. It's normal to have such reaction. But the thing that's odd is the red flames she produced. I've tested her blood and it's pretty odd yet intriguing to study such liquid. She's an odd one, Lord Altair. What is she to you, then?" the doctor asked.
"She's very dear to me. She reminds me of someone" Altair replied, back to his so called 9 year old character. Seen much difference when he's calm and mad.
"Ohhh. I'm expecting a clear answer after a while" tge doctor smirked then continued writing on his notebook.
"She can be discharged after 10 hours. She need plenty of rest. As of now, don't let her be mad until she learns to control her ability" he said. Altair just nodded to his words.
"Hello uncle Sec. May I speak to Third?" it took him awhile before someone answered his call.
"What do you want, brat?" Sec said with annoyance.
"I just need a word with him" he demanded.
"He's not here. Look for him yourself, you brat" sec replied and hanged up from the other line.
"Damn that old man" Angered Altair grew back his horns and tails.
"I'll be back, Alee" Altair hugged her goodbye.
It's almost two hours yet he can't find a single trace of Third.
"Damn that man. Why am I even looking for him?" Frustrated, he pulled out his hair.
"I failed you Alee. ..." he uttered.
"It's all my fault. I just woke up a bit earlier. Then I could make the situation less worse. Maintaining this matured character is hard to deal with and makes me feel very exhausted" Altair said while sweat flowing repeatedly from his skin. Then it is found that the matured and serious Altair this morning was now back to being a cute dumpling which Alyxia adored before. He gone short, skin much whither and paler. Voice less husky.
"Alee?" a cute tone turned into cry.
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