Elonian Calendar, 1502, Lunar Month of Light - Day 1
Yuelei exhaled slowly, her breath slipping out like a silver mist that swirled around her body in a thin veil. To the average onlooker, the mist was nigh invisible, but in Yuelei’s eyes, the aura of frost resembled a frozen winter land, where snowflakes and ice crystals gently wrapped around her. Despite this. the Winter’s Breath that surrounded her was much warmer compared to the strong winds that blew at the peak of the mountain that she stood on and thus gave her much needed protection from the elements.
You have progressed far these past two weeks, child. Gallienoir, perched atop a stone outcropping, gave a rare compliment. When Yuelei looked over, she unfurled her wings and signaled that it was time to leave.
Yuelei took a deep breath and stepped forward, her bare feet stepping into the air. With a tinkle of the bells attached to her anklet, the Winter’s Breath converged beneath her feet and formed small platforms of ice for her to walk upon. She moved from platform to platform as she followed Gallienoir’s lead, hardly feeling the chill emanating from her skin. Ever since she started training under Gallienoir, the cold had grown from a death sentence to a bitter but capable companion.
The two of them descended the mountain-side, and as Yuelei pressed her gloved hand against the wall of ice back into the nest, it disintegrated and mixed with her Winter’s Breath. Although she could not do something as impressive as leaving a crater in a mountain, she had grown proficient enough to manipulate ice around her to a certain degree.
Welcome back, Yuli, a voice called out, and a young chick hopped out from beneath the furs. Liur had grown at a remarkable rate, and was nearly the size of a small raptor at this point. Still, the white fuzz that wrapped around her gave away her age.
“I am back, Liur.” Yuelei dispersed the surrounding mist before entering. As soon as Yuelei stepped through, Gallienoir resealed the entrance and left the two chicks in the eyrie.
Training today was rather fruitful?
“It was. Gallienoir did not have any bad things to say for once.” Yuelei said, taking a seat in front of the ashen campfire.
She held her palm open above the ashes and slowly clenched them, and as she did, an unnatural white-blue flame burst forth. After struggling for a minute to maintain the spell, Yuelei tossed a few dry twigs into the ashen camp fire and coaxed the embers into a cozy flame.
With a sigh, she placed a worn pot on the fire and filled it with ice chips from the door. Using fire magic was not her forte, and it always drained her. Nevertheless, it was still preferable to rubbing sticks together for a solid twenty minutes until the friction was enough to create an ember.
Meat soup again? Liur shook her head in disapproval. Yuli, you have to be more prudent with your diet, mother and I can manage, but you need to be careful with your diet since you are still growing.
“You are one to talk when you’re still so tiny. It is more efficient to cook this way. Yuelei sighed, tossing hunks of meat that were also encased in ice into the pot. “None of the nutrients go to waste, and even the bones are edible if we boil them long enough.”
The past few weeks had taught Yuelei to be more careful about wasting food, as there were days where Gallienoir had returned to the nest empty-handed. The temperatures had also dropped as the Whitefrost approached, and Yuelei had to keep her Winter’s Breath active almost all the time while she was outside- if simply just to protect her skin from the cold gales. Her only salvation was the Taw berries that gave her a brief respite, but she was slowly growing hesitant in eating them as her stock dwindled. In her eyes, they were worth more than gold since she could harvest no more.
Liur’s familiar weight upon her shoulders shook Yuelei out of her thoughts.
“You’ve put on even more weight.” Yuelei commented. Liur’s rapid growth was more noticeable by the day, and it made Yuelei wonder if all magical beasts grew so quickly.
I ate a Ghost Hare that I caught earlier. Liur confessed. I tried to bring it back, but it was too heavy for me, so I only brought back some meat.
“It is alright Liur. Don’t worry about it.” Yuelei assured. She opened the lid and a cloud of steam wafted out. “Do you want any more?”
No.
Yuelei nodded in acknowledgement and helped herself to the simple meal. The boiled chunks of meat were bland; the broth tasted like coagulated blood tainted with foamy scum, but each bite of meat, each sip of broth gave her worn out body a burst of energy.
When she finished her meal, she used a bit of magic to freeze the inside of the pot and chipped off the dirty ice with a dagger. Creating a small hole in the ice wall entrance, she tossed these fragments into the wind.
All done, Yuli? Liur asked, standing up. Ready to train?
Yuelei nodded and brandished the dagger in front of her. The tip of the blade had broken off when she had tried to cut into a strange tortoise-like creature that Gallienoir had caught without waiting for her guidance. Gallienoir had refused to speak to her for a few days afterwards, and Yuelei realized the dagger had some sort of sentimental value.
Then… brace yourself!
At Liur’s declaration, both of them brought out their Winter’s Breath aura, and Liur shot two slow Primal Ice Bolts towards Yuelei, testing the waters.
“Going easy on me?” Yuelei smirked. A small thin blade of ice formed from the dagger chipped blade and she gracefully sidestepped and swung the icy blade, evading one bolt and deflecting the other one towards the ceiling where it exploded in a shower of icicles which was promptly absorbed by her Winter’s Breath.
It’s just a warmup, Yuli! Liur tittered, hearing her whispered words. The number of magical bolts slowly increased until eventually forcing Yuelei to create small Frost Bolts of her own to deflect the incoming projectiles. Before long, Yuelei was drenched with sweat, and the magical blade of ice shattered as her concentration broke.
“Once… more.” Yuelei panted, and with a wave of her arm, reformed the blade of ice once more.
I think it would be best if we stopped now. Liur worried. Taking on twelve at once is your usual limit.
“Once more!” Yuelei growled out, holding the Frost Blade in front of her.
As you wish, dear Yuelei. Liur relented under her determination and spread her wings. Yuelei watched as several Primal Ice Bolts slowly formed, followed by a Primal Frost Lance.
Seeing the Primal Frost Lance, Yuelei’s eyes widened and a jolt of adrenaline ran through her body. She had seen Gallienoir cast one when a Glimstalker had continuously harassed them while they were out foraging for edibles and firewood. Compared to the usual Primal Ice Bolt that burst on impact, the Primal Frost Lance had pierced through the Glimstalker’s abdomen before it exploded. If a magical bolt was the equivalent of shooting an arrow, then a magical lance was the equivalent of a ballista shot.
Yuelei sucked in her breath and the Winter’s Aura expanded around her. It was still dismal in size or density compared to either Gallienoir’s or Liur’s, but it was enough to show Liur that Yuelei was fully intending on taking on the challenge. The barrage of Primal Frost Bolts came first, some of them Yuelei deflected, some of them she dodged, but a majority of them were met with tiny Frost Bolts of her own that changed their trajectory enough to miss her by inches.
After letting Yuelei catch her breath, Liur released the large Primal Frost Lance. Yuelei gripped the blade hilt tightly and concentrated the Winter’s Mist into the blade, causing it to fluctuate briefly before growing in size. As the deadly projectile flew towards her, Yuelei dug her feet into the ground and cleaved the projectile in half, both parts harmlessly flying past her and embedding itself in the wall behind her before it detonated into a fusillade of sparkling ice chips.
Even though she had successfully evaded it, the blast wave hit her from behind and knocked her forwards. She slowly lost consciousness due to overstraining her magic but not before having a triumphant smile on her face.
That was reckless, Yuli. Liur finally breathed out. She had realized too late that Yuelei was going to take the Primal Frost Lance straight on and was afraid she was going to suffer major injuries. While Liur could not truly cast a Primal Frost Lance and it was just a mere imitation, it was still considered intermediate level magic. Despite her condensing tone, there was still a speck of pride in it ⎯ after all, which magical beast wouldn’t be happy if their contracted partner showed signs of growth?
She hopped over to where Yuelei had fallen and checked her for wounds. Other than a few scratches and grazes, she seemed to be merely sleeping. With an amused chirp, Liur pulled a few fur skins over her body to keep her warm, and sat next to her to keep warm.
Just as she finished, Gallienoir returned bearing the carcass of a Glimstalker. Seeing that Yuelei was asleep, she quietly encased the corpse in ice and left it at the entrance. She walked over and touched beaks with Liur in greeting.
Little one.
Greetings, mother. How was the hunt?
Not well, it appears that the creatures of the mountains are going into hibernation already. The Whitefrost is coming earlier this year, and I have just confirmed it with a friend. Gallienoir replied.
How many days do we have? Liur asked. A corner of the cavern had been filled to the brim with frozen carcasses and small bushels of wild edibles, yet one could never be too prepared for the Whitefrost.
Two days at best. This Glimstalker was found while it was returning to its lair. Little one, inform Yuelei of our conversation. This one will be busy for the next few days to make some final preparations.
Liur bobbed her head in acknowledgement, a habit that she no doubt picked up from Yuelei.
How was the training? Was it…. satisfactory? Gallienoir changed the topic.
Yuli’s control has improved. She’s still a bit amateurish, attempting to take on a Primal Frost Lance through pure strength.
Indeed, that would be reckless. Gallienoir commented. But judging from the cracks in the walls and ceiling, she succeeded?
Liur nodded her head proudly.
That is good, but take care to protect the cavern. Gallienoir reprimanded. You have yet to inherit and grow into your abilities, so any dangerous activities should be done outside.
Yes, mother. Liur said meekly.
After getting the point across, Gallienoir curled up, tucked her head under her wings, and went to sleep. Liur followed her example and went to sleep next to Yuelei.
Right before dawn, Gallienoir roused herself.
Time to see an old friend for the last time.
Lunar Month of Light - Day 2
Gallienoir had been flying non-stop for the past three hours. She had left early not to disturb the little ones, but it was almost noon now. Even her mighty wings were starting to strain from the fatigue of flying against the strong winds that were the first sign of the upcoming Whitefrost. Channeling magic into her eyes and scanning the valley below, she found what she was looking for and swooped down towards a barely visible, snow-covered cabin.
Inside the cabin, a black haired-man with eyes of amber, appearing to be in his mid-twenties, slowly put down the silver flute he was polishing. His appearance was humble, clothed in aged blue scholarly robes, but his demeanor was one that commanded respect. Although his face was obscured by his long and well-kept hair, his visage was one that many would consider handsome to humanity.
“It seems we have a guest, Eir.” He spoke to the empty room. Carefully replacing the flute down in an ordinary-looking wooden box, he stood from his rocking hair and went and opened the cabin door just as Gallienoir landed in front of him.
“Welcome Gallienoir, it has been some time,” he greeted warmly.
Four winters, to be precise. Gallienoir replied. This one greets you, Alchemist Lin Merylis, Spirit-
“No need to be so formal, Gallienoir. That is a title from a long time ago, and you are my elder by many years if we consider your bloodline.” The man waved his hands in denial and chuckled wryly. “Come in ⎯ it has been a while since I have had guests.”
Lin held the door open for Gallienoir to enter, and as she perched herself atop a carved bench, the scholarly mage snapped a finger and the fireplace roared to life. He trailed his fingers along the rim of a small clay teapot and it seemed to fill up with water as if there was a spring within.
“Would you like some tea?” Lin asked, taking a spoonful of tea leaves from an earthenware jar and pouring it into the teapot before leaving it to hang within the fireplace.
No, thank you. This one does not understand the nuances of tea, but please help yourself. Gallienoir replied. She watched as Lin poured the hot water into the pot and poured it into two ceramic cups as she waited. Placing one cup on a simple wooden table, he returned to his own seat.
Ocean’s Breeze it? Gallienoir voiced, as she smelled the aroma wafting in the room. Although taste was something Gallienoir could not relate to, scents were something that was obvious to her.
“Your memory is still as strong as ever, Gallienoir. Indeed, this is the rare Ocean’s Breeze tea, and it is Eir’s favorite, as well.”
Gallienoir said nothing in response. She had thought this man, Lin Merylis, was a raving lunatic when she had first met him half a century ago when he moved into this abandoned cabin. He always seemed to speak to, or refer to someone named Eir both aloud and in his thoughts.
However, when Gallienoir had searched through her ancestor’s memories, she had grown to understand that this man was someone that held a long history and was older than even she was. He was someone that held the respect of the one Gallienoir served, and as such, Gallienoir had always treated him with courtesy and respect, teaching him of the vegetation and creatures of the Whitefrost Mountains she called home.
“Care for a game of King’s Court?” Lin gestured towards a metal board with several figurines on top of it laying on top of the nearby table. “I doubt anyone of these last centuries other than scholars and you that still remember how to play this game around here, so it is hard to find an experienced opponent. If only Lady Lumnieve would have the attention span to sit down and learn the game, she would be a good opponent.”
Very well, let us have a game. Gallienoir replied, she had learned of the game from her mother’s memories, for it was a favorite among nobles and common folk alike.
With a smile, Lin skillfully set up another game board with a wave of a hand. One of the clay bricks that made up the fireplace flew over, contorting itself until it formed into a replica of the game board. They immersed themselves in the game and two hours quickly passed with no victor in sight.
“I hope the roasted venison suits your palate. It has been a while since I have made meals for magical beasts.” Lin apologized, placing a large slab of meat in front of Gallienoir.
Thank you for the hospitality. Gallienoir used a bit of wind magic to cut the meat into bite-sized pieces before delicately picking them up with her beak. It was another memory of her mothers from which Gallienoir had learned these mannerisms, ones meant for when dining with royalty.
Across from her, Lin set his own plate of venison down and delicately carved it with a knife. As they ate, they continued to ponder over the chessboard. After some time however, Gallienoir turned her gaze to the man in front of her.
“It is rather strange is it not, Gallienoir?” Lin commented, noticing her gaze.
What is?
“Sixty years ago, we sat at this exact same table. Here we are again today, and neither of us have changed much at all.” Lin nodded in agreement to no-one in particular. Just as he opened his mouth to speak, Gallienoir’s words stopped him.
But I’m afraid there won’t be a next time for me to sit at this table.
“I had thought you may have been injured based on your Aeht, but is it that time now?” Lin’s hands stopped in midair while hovering over a white mage piece.
Thank you for your companionship these past decades, Lin. It has made the winters bearable. Gallienoir nodded.
“No… it is I that should be doing the thanking.” Lin murmured. He leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes. “I suppose this will be our last game together.”
Perhaps. It will only be a matter of time for my little ones to mature.
“Ones?” Lin echoed. “I thought your kind would only have one child.”
Whether it was fate or the whims of an old phoenix, this one had adopted a human child who had formed a pact with my daughter.
“Like your mother, I suppose.” Lin opened his eyes at the unexpected information. “But a child, here in these cold mountains? Would it not be wiser to send her home?”
Her name is Yuelei, and this one has been teaching her how to survive. She has… circumstances that prevent her from doing so, and she has the talent for Frost Magic, which is unseen among humans.
“I see…” Lin quickly realized Gallienoir’s implied words and instead refilled his cup with more tea, waiting for her to continue. In the past decade she seldom came without reason.
This one would like to ask you to look after the girl, Yuelei, until my lady takes action. While this one could teach her to survive, but this one cannot teach her the ways of human society or how to navigate her… situation. If you are comfortable with it, this one would also like to request you to deal with my body when the time comes.
“If you say so Eir. You’re right… Perhaps it is time I started seeing my kind again.” Lin turned around and faced Gallienoir, and then towards an empty chair in the room as if agreeing with some unseen person. “I have heard your request.”
My gratitude. Gallienoir never truly understood Eir’s existence, but it seemed that she had influenced Lin to agree.
“A moment...” Lin instructed, opening a hatch in the ground and descending into the cellar. About five minutes later, he returned, a crystal ball in his hands. He pressed a palm on the orb and it slowly changed into a light-blue larimar color as a blue lotus seemed to form within.
“This orb is a product of a spell that lets me track where it is. Give it to Yuelei, and in her time of need, have her break it and help will come.”
This one… has never heard of such a spell before. Gallienoir replied as she scrutinized the orb.
“It’s nothing spectacular. In this era, people may refer to me as an alchemist, but in my youth, the term was enchanter. I may very well be the last one,” he explained sadly.
You are still young, Lin Merylis. There are plenty of opportunities for you to pass on your legacy, as this one has.
“No!” Lin lashed out, and then he quickly apologized. “This sort of magic is not something I would wish upon another. It is both a blessing… and a curse.”
Gallienoir said nothing, merely staring at Lin and pondering what sort of trials he had gone through. She trained her gaze towards the game board and burned the positions of the board into her memory. After she made her next move, she gently picked up the crystal orb in her beak and stood up.
Farewell Lin. Again this one thanks you for the favor.
“Farewell, old friend. These years with you have been long but gentle,” Lin replied. “I will take care of the rest when you return for the last sleep.”
May the rest of your winters be kind and forgiving.
And with that parting remark, Gallienoir flapped her wings and flew out of the cabin and into the sky in a gale of wind. Lin quietly went and shut the door that was shaking on its hinges, before putting his cup down on the table.
“And so the story ends on another, huh, Eir?” Lin sighed. “Another one of our friends passes because of old age, while we continue to endure..”
Lin cocked his head, as if actually listening for a response in the empty cabin. His hunched over visage made him appear lonely as the shadows flickered from the cackling flames.
“As you say, this page ends, but the story goes on. We just have to make sure that her children can make her proud. A human child and a phoenix, eh…? A strange pairing indeed. Reminds me of a certain two individuals.” he laughed.
“Would you like more tea, Eir?” he asked, as he went to refill both his and the empty teacup on the table.
Lunar Month of Light - Day 3
“Gallienoir didn’t come back last night?” Yuelei said, rubbing sleep out of her eyes. She shivered as the nest had grown colder ⎯ a sure sign that the Whitefrost was starting soon.
Mother said she was going to be busy. Chances are, she shall be back sometime today. Liur reassured. What would you like to do today? Shall we go hunting again like yesterday?
“No...” Yuelei could hear the wind howling outside and tearing at the ice wall. A light hail was falling and Yuelei did not want to be caught in a blizzard.
Do you want to practice magic again?
“No… I’m still a bit sore from the bit of training we did yesterday.” Yuelei replied. Sore was a bit of an understatement, as she had crashed into a tree while trying to race Liur with her magical anklet. Fortunately, the snow covered ground had dampened her fall and she only suffered a few cuts and light abrasions.
Just as they pondered what to do that day, the entrance wall cracked and a small hole formed. The head of a giant bear peered in from outside and both Yuelei and Liur jumped up. Just as she was about to call forth her Winter’s Breath in defense, the rest of the wall shattered and a giant bear corpse was tossed in. A moment later, Gallienoir dragged herself into the nest, matted all over in blood. Several claw gashes covered her chest, and one of her wings hung limply with its feathers torn asunder. The wounds had been sealed in ice to prevent bleeding, but they looked to be extremely painful and the ice was the color of blood.
As Yuelei stood in shock, Liur quickly fluttered over to Gallienoir and touched beaks.
Child, it’s alright. The wounds were not deep, and the wing will heal in time. Gallienoir’s voice shook Yuelei out of her trance and she hurried over to reseal the wall and start a fire to chase away the frigid air that had leaked in..
“Are you really alright, Gallienoir?” Yuelei shot concerned glances while trying to coax the embers into flame, still not quite believing that Gallienoir could ever be injured so heavily. “What is… that thing?” she pointed towards the hulking corpse of a bear.
A Sheive Bear. They are extremely rare and solitary magical creatures. This will be my last gift to you, Yuelei. Take its fur and make yourself a cloak. It will keep you warm and keep away predators. Gallienoir’s voice did not seem to have the strength it usually contained.
“Thanks, but shouldn’t you be treating your wounds?” Yuelei glanced over to Liur for backup, but Liur simply perched herself on the ground and stared at her mother.
They must be talking to each other. Yuelei thought. She made herself busy dealing with the Sheive Bear corpse, occasionally glancing over at the pair to try and gauge what they were discussing.
Liur and Gallienoir stile a glance at Yuelei, and then each other, before nodding their heads and leaving the nest again.
“I wonder what those two are up to...” Yuelei spoke to the now-empty chamber.
My daughter. Gallienoir addressed. Her nostalgic tone of voice shocked Liur. They were perched on the peak of two mountains above the blizzard clouds.
Back there… you lied to Yuli didn’t you? Those wounds are critical and you hardly even had the strength to fly up here. Liur accused.
You are correct my daughter, these are grievous wounds.
Why did you pick a fight with the Sheive Bear? A ninth- rank magical beast… you should have known better! Liur raised her voice without thinking.
Gallienoir quietly sat through Liur’s scolding. She couldn’t help but realize that Liur had been influenced heavily by Yuelei’s presence, and it made her happy and just a little bit sad that Liur differed from her.
Child…. The soft tone caused Liur to stop her talking. It is time.
You promised Yuli that you would be here until spring. Liur accused. Until after the Whitefrost.
There is no reason for me to stay and be a burden, Gallienoir explained slowly. This one’s wing would take years to heal, time which we do not have. The issue of food has also not been resolved, and we do not have enough to feed three mouths. As your strength goes, mine dwindles ⎯ you will come to understand my choice, in time.
If you leave now… then who will guide Yuelei during the upcoming days? Liur protested.
This one has made arrangements. She will be in good and more suitable hands, someone that once shared a destiny that she now has with you.
The two phoenixes argued back and forth, neither one willing to compromise, until Gallienoir’s voice started to crack as the wounds ate at her.
Please mother, just go back inside for now and we can discuss this. Liur pleaded.
No, little one, this one knows exactly what is going to happen. You will inform the child, who will also try to stop me. .
Why must you be so stubborn?
This one had planned to venture out during the Whitefrost to feed us, but she learned that this Whitefrost shall be the coldest one within four decades. Defeating that Sheive and taking its pelt was the only way for the child to live through the winter… and there are other forces at work. Gallienoir explained. By custom, this one should have bequeathed her power to you when you were born. We have merely delayed it until today.
If you cannot venture forth, then why can’t I do it and feed all of us? At her words, Liur retorted.
No! Gallienoir’s voice was powerful enough to cause Liur’s consciousness to blacken momentarily and cause her to lose her balance. You and the child must not, under no circumstances, leave the nest until the Whitefrost has ended. And as soon as it does, you must contact Lin, and you must contact the Lady.
Who is-
He will be Yuelei’s teacher. Gallienoir moved her broken wing and revealed the translucent crystal orb she was given, except it now resided in a nest of icy feathers. After we are done here, give this to the child. This one has imbued it with a bit of magic, and it should protect her until help arrives. Shatter the orb in her time of need.
Liur could only shake her head as Gallienoir passed the orb towards her.
Is there really no other way? Must you leave us so soon? Liur begged.
There are always ways, dearest daughter, but this… this is the best way for everyone. Gallienoir replied. As is custom, allow this one to show you the spell borne from her name.
Gallienoir took a deep breath and jumped, soaring into the skies above. When she was nothing but a small dot in Liur’s eyes, she came to a halt and started chanting an incantation.
Roaming through the autumn peaks, Gallienoir started chanting slowly but loudly enough for Liur to hear, frozen in crystalline allure.
A ghastly blue aura started to gather around her body- a transformation of her Winter’s Breath.
Wind. Ice. Form for me an endless, gray sky.
The aura burst into several hundred pieces and formed a giant cloud in the sky.
Flutter, flutter and bring forth death’s harbinger.
The fragments started to condense around her, and several clones of Gallienoir flapped their wings of ice around her.
And thus, when winter finally comes, the first snow comes by storm.
And like a salvo of arrows, the simulacrums shot down towards Liur. She tensed up as the onslaught of mirror images shot towards her. Standing her ground, most of them avoided her and formed a circle around her. Gallienoir fluttered down and perched herself on two of the clones.
This is the spell this one has created. ‘First Snow’. Gallienoir waved her good wing and the hundred clones all transformed into deadly projectiles, crashing into the ground and forming explosions of ice.
One day as you peer into my memories, you will learn to use it as your own. One day, you too will have to create a spell to answer your own name. Gallienoir closed her eyes and sighed. The spell had drained her, but with this, everything is in place.
Now, child, this one will grant you her memories, and the memories of her predecessors. When the time comes where you feel as if you are missing power, you may choose to gaze upon them.
“Welcome back,” Yuelei yelled as the ice wall broke into tiny fragments and the bitter cold air blew in.
I am back, Yuli. Liur’s somber voice made Yuelei look up from her work of butchering up the carcass.
“Is something the matter, Liur? Where is Gallienoir?”
Gone. The injury was worse than she had expected. Liur gently spoke out. She went to her final resting place after communicating with me.
At the words, Yuelei felt her heart drop. Despite their differences, in the past few months she had come to see Gallienoir as the mother she never had. She had taught her to be strong and diligent, guided her to be prudent, and protected her from harm. It was a kindness that she had not experienced with her own mother, much less a magical beast.
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Yuelei turned her stare away from Liur’s and stared at the wall of ice at the entrance as if in a daze. Night fell and yet she still remained in this posture. When morning came along accompanied by the howling blizzards of the Whitefrost, something clicked and she slowly, quietly, buried her head into the Sheive fur skin, and cried like a child of her age.
Liur, who had been watching and caring for her this entire time, pulled another furskin on top of her shoulders to keep her warm. Not knowing quite sure what to do, she perched on Yuelei’s shoulder and rubbed gently against her face, an instinctive gesture from somewhere within the confines of her memory.
“Thanks.” Yuelei mumbled as the sniffs receded. “Did she… say anything?”
Yes… but they are deep, deep into the memories. Liur confessed. Mother likely has left messages for the both of us, but I cannot see them yet.
“These… memories, what are they like?”
Liur closed her eyes. After a few minutes she opened them again. They… are like a book with pages that opens the stronger I become. To gaze into my mother’s memories, I too, must be as strong as she was.
“How long will that take?”
A few years, a few decades… who knows? Perhaps I may even need to become a Divine Being before I can access her memories?
“I see...” Yuelei picked herself up and started to prepare a meal using the fresh Sheive meat. As she busied herself, she thought aloud. “What will happen to us now…?”
I will protect you, Yuli. Mother also made preparations of her own, and we will meet one of her friends after the Whitefrost that will help you. Liur’s voice soothed her thoughts and reminded her of Airen. We have a pact, and you are a sister to me.
“Ha ha, wouldn’t that make me the older sister then?”
Perhaps, perhaps not. Liur responded. Mother asked me to give this to you. She gestured towards the blue crystal sphere that she had deposited onto the ground when she entered.
“What is it?” Yuelei picked up the small orb and peered into it. She could make out the small shape of a flower submerged in the ocean of glass.
A gift imbued with mother’s magic. In your time of need, break it and a powerful spell will come into effect. Liur explained. That is what I’ve been told.
At her words, Yuelei nodded and carefully placed the sphere into her makeshift pockets.
“So… what do we do now? We can’t go outside because of the Whitefrost.”
First you need to eat something, and then we must train for the days ahead. Liur stared deeply into her eyes.
Lunar Month of Light - Day 11
“Stop, stop! It is my loss.” Yuelei sighed and plopped down onto the nest floor. She had been dueling with Liur daily for the past week to help her forget about her sadness, and each time she was met with failure. Eventually being cooped up and dealing with consecutive losses, her sadness had turned into frustration.
Your reactions are rather quick, but your spells are not. Liur commented, plopping down next to her and grooming her feathers that had fallen out of place.
“Every day you grow stronger by leaps and bounds while I merely gain a few steps.” Yuelei grumbled. When they had first sparred after the Whitefrost begun, they had realized that Liur was almost twice as strong as she was before. Instead of training together like before, it was Yuelei who was training and Liur who guided her.
I still have much to learn, the same as you. Liur replied. I just merely have a wing above you as I have the benefit of naturally being acquainted with frost magic.
“I know. I know… I am just annoyed that I have not had a single victory against you.”
Your attacks are elegant and decisive. If we were evenly matched, then perhaps you would have defeated me. Liur noted.
“Once more. This time will be different!” Yuelei took a few bites of leftover Sheive meat and washed it down with frigid cold water. The liquid quickly cooled her down, and she stood up, ready once more.
Very well. Liur noted. She flapped her wings and created a beautiful sculpture of an ice phoenix that hovered behind her, flapping its wings.
“Just a moment. “Yuelei steadied her breathing and created an orb of ice marked with the letter ‘Y’ that also hovered high in the air. “Ready”
The goal of the match was simple. Destroy the other’s sculpture with magic. Since the target was not the individuals themselves, there was a lesser degree of danger. Both of them sat down below their levitating sculptures, and as soon as the ball of ice hit the ground, both of them released their Winter’s Breath and the battle of wits started.
Liur immediately took advantage of her superior soul power to unleash a salvo of Primal Ice Bolts, forcing Yuelei to turn around to raise an Ice Wall to protect her sculpture. The projectiles collided with the wall and exploded in a flurry of ice.
Just as Yuelei turned around to retaliate, Liur finished casting a Primal Frost Lance whose destructive power can easily pierce the Ice Wall she had raised. Acting fast, Yuelei drew her dagger and planted it onto the ground while extending her Frost Edge forward. The razor-sharp blade of ice split the lance in half, and the weakened projectile flew harmlessly past the sides of the Ice Wall.
Not bad. Liur commended. Then, how about this? Twelve Primal Ice Lance(s) started forming at once above her, along with a swirling vortex that Yuelei recognized as the beginning of the spell Ray of Absolute Zero.
“When did you learn to use that spell…? This can’t be fair.” Yuelei exclaimed in amazement. Unlike the Primal Ice Bolt or Primal Ice Lance, it released a near instantaneous ray of frost, freezing everything in front of it in a line. It was considered an advanced version of the Frost Lance spell, and Yuelei could only shake her head in absurdity as Liur had learned to use advanced magic within a few months.
Hehe, do you really have time to be pondering that, Yuli? Liur laughed.
Yuelei groaned and tossed a few basic Primal Frost Bolts towards the ice phoenix sculpture. The figurine delicately moved and evaded the bolts under Liur’s guidance.
Is that all you have, Yuli? Liur scolded. I expected better from you!
“The match isn’t over until it’s actually over!” Yuelei pressed her hands onto the cold ground and several more Ice Wall rose and layered upon the first one. At her signal, the giant wave of Ice Walls surged forward like a wave, intent on crashing into Liur and the statuette.
Good mentality, but you’ll have to do better than that! Liur replied, shooting the Primal Frost Lances first.
The first salvo crashed into the wall and slowed its advance.
The second salvo forced the wave of ice to a halt and embedded themself into the wall
The third and final barrage caused cracks to appear all across the wall.
And now for the finale! The swirling vortex had stopped moving and a white beam of light shot forward at a speed that escaped Yuelei’s eyes. When the ray touched the already crumbling Ice Wall(s), they shattered on the spot and sprayed a cloud of ice and mist into the air obscuring all vision. Beyond the mist, another shattering sound was heard.
Liur turned towards Yuelei to proclaim the end of the match, only to be met with a grin on Yuelei’s face. She quickly turned and checked her target. The orb was nowhere to be seen and on the ground was a block of ice with a hole through it. She turned just in time to watch as the Y-marked orb flew towards her figurine at an astonishing speed in a suicide attack.
Quite commendable, Yuli, but still that is not enough. Liur had no time to cast a spell to deflect the heavy orb, but she still had one trick up her sleeve. She quickly condensed the Winter’s Breath mist around the incoming figurine into a fast whirling cyclone. The orb of ice smashed into the sphere of wind and just as it was about to be deflected away, a triumphant smile showed itself on Yuelei’s face.
She placed her clenched fist in front of her, and as she quickly opened them, she whispered the name of the spell she had created. “Winter Moon”.
The sphere of ice detonated, and thirty-six Primal Ice Bolts shot out along the circumference around the orb, obliterating both the figurine and causing the cavern to shake from the force of the spell.
Liur looked at the fragments of her leftover figurine, and then at Yuelei’s delighted face.
Well done. This is my loss. Liur conceded.
That was a rather impressive spell, Yuli. Liur commended as they were discussing the duel while dinner was being prepared.
“Hardly as impressive as your Ray of Absolute Zero.” Yuelei pointed towards the six inch hole in the mountain wall that they had to seal with ice.
You had created a new spell, dear sister. That is an achievement that cannot be overlooked for someone that is not even an adult yet. Furthermore, you also managed to outplay an ice phoenix at her own game.
“One victory means little. Now that you’ve seen the spell as well, I doubt you would fall for the same trick again.” Yuelei bashfully looked away at Liur’s shower of praise.
One battle, one victory is sometimes all you need. Liur shook her head.
Yuelei grew quiet at her words and quietly turned the spit roast. She had been extremely cautious of using her limited stock of firewood, but after Liur’s spell had tunneled a hole in the wall, the frigid Whitefrost air had seeped in and immediately caused ice to form over the walls and over her skin. The fire was necessary to return the nest into habitable conditions, and Yuelei warmed her hands to the small fire.
Are you cold, Yuli? Liur asked. The magical gloves my mother gave you should at least prevent your fingers from frostbite.
“My hands are fine, but, Now that I am sitting here instead of moving around, I finally realized how cold it was,” Yuelei admitted. “The Whitefrost… I wonder what it looks like outside.”
What about the Sheive fur cloak? Have you finished making it?
“It is… really warm, almost unbearably so.” Yuelei replied. She had finished curing it, but whenever she tried to wear it, she would immediately begin to overheat as it trapped heat like nothing she has ever seen.
Have you tried using the Winter’s Breath while wearing it? Liur suggested.
“I have not. That kind of defeats the purpose, doesn’t it?”
No… that is exactly the purpose. It is similar to the method we creatures of the cold use to traverse these snow-covered lands. You must withdraw the Winter’s Breath into a thin film that surrounds and cools your body from the fur. The idea is to trap the temperatures both inside and outside. According to mother, you should also learn to conceal your Winter’s Breath eventually as well, something about Divine elements putting a marker on you in ‘civilized’ human society.
“That… makes sense.” Yuelei was enlightened and picked up the bundle of thick white fur and wrapped it around her body. At once, the heat started to cause Yuelei to sweat, but following Liur’s advice she called forth the Winter’s Breath and covered her body with it beneath the fur skin.
How is it…?
“It’s… surprisingly pleasant, like a cool spring breeze.” Yuelei stood up and twirled around, the exquisite fur swirling around and kicking up a cool draft. “I can get used to this...”
You should. From what I know, the Sheive fur has a few magical properties. It will never freeze or burn, perfect for you when using Frost Magic.
“So are you saying it can render the Ray of Absolute Zero useless...?”
Perhaps. Let us find out. Without warning Liur started to cast the spell and Yuelei hastily tossed it into the air. The beam of white light shot towards the fur cloak, but failed to pierce it, only leaving behind a small patch of ice on the spot of impact. As Yuelei caught the cloak, she soon realized the implications of what she was given. Primal magic was dangerous at close range because of its volatile nature, but she had the Sheive cloak, which opened up several possibilities for her.
“This… this is amazing!” Yuelei exclaimed loudly before turning to scold Liur. “Tell me beforehand next time! What if you made another hole in the cavern?”
I had absolute faith. Liur smugly replied. The memories never lie.
“Speaking of which, what have you seen lately?” Yuelei asked. Oftentimes while she worked, Liur would sit down next to her and go into a dream-like state as she revisited days gone by through her predecessor’s eyes.
I have only peered into the early days of my great-grandmother. Most of it seems to consist of tales of traveling through lands that were long gone.
“To see the world as it was ages ago…is it really that useful?” Yuelei asked.
Perhaps... perhaps not. The first of my kind was an anomaly among her kind and did not fit in. She was also considered weak because of the purebred phoenix’s fire element. And so, she went on a journey.
“...what will you do if one day we run into other phoenixes?”
I highly doubt that there are many of them left. But on the chance that we meet another of my once-brethren, we shall exchange words. Instead of bearing hatred, my ancestor’s memories bore a deep sorrow. If need be, I will show them that ice phoenixes are nothing to scoff at, and that they were wrong to exile my great-grandmother!
“...I see.” Yuelei had not expected Liur to be so passionate about the subject. Perhaps it was not only memories that were inherited, but also the will and feelings of her predecessors.
And for that, the both of us need to train. The Whitefrost will go on for at least another few months. That may not be enough time for the both of us.
“What do you mean..?” Yuelei asked. “Why can’t we simply stay after the Whitefrost ends?”
Liur shook her head, the delicate feathers on top waving around. Mother and I have already taught you the basics of frost magic. The fact that you managed to defeat an ice phoenix at her own game shows your talent. However, our magic differs from those of humans, and other than those basic spells, we cannot teach you further. I also cannot teach you to use wind or water magic either, for how can one teach something that comes innately to them? After the Whitefrost, an… old friend of my mother’s will guide you.
“What is she like?” Yuelei was apprehensive but took Liur’s words to heart. Despite Gallienoir’s abrasiveness there was always one solid truth ⎯ she always looked after her and Liur.
It is him. The man is… eccentric. Mother said to ignore whenever he appears to be talking to a hallucination of his called ‘Eir’. But he is a powerful mage from a distant land, as well as an alchemist. It would be wise to learn his form of magic. The crystal sphere that I gave you is a product of one of his spells. I cannot see my mother's memories of him yet, but he may as well be a Divine Being ⎯ or greater.
Listening to her words, Yuelei dug around her storage chest and pulled out a small pouch made of fur. She rummaged around it and pulled out the crystal ball and inspected it.
“He made this? Can magic create even things like this?” Yuelei thought aloud.
I do not know either.
“But whatever it is… it is really pretty.” Yuelei gazed into the crystalline flower within the orb. “I have never seen anything like this back in my days at the palace.”
The palace…?
“Oh right... I have told Gallienoir, but you don’t know it.”
If you do not wish to share your story with me, I understand. I will be ready to listen whenever you wish to speak.
Yuelei made up her mind on the spot, and proceeded to reveal to Liur everything about herself. The tale extended far into the night and early morning, and when Yuelei finally went to get some sleep, she felt that a heavy burden was finally removed from her shoulders.
Lunar Month of Light - Day 15
One day, Yuelei was reorganizing her storage chest.
“Hey Liur, what’s this ring?” Yuelei held out the ring Gallienoir had given her a long time ago. “It’s supposed to be magical, right?”
It’s a ring once worn by your predecessor that also formed a contract with my grandmother. While she lacked your talent for the frost element, she was an esteemed blacksmith that made up for it with legendary artifacts. You can store a spell in it and use it anytime you wish. Mother felt you weren’t ready for it yet, since you should focus on your own skills over borrowed ones.
“Any spell?”
Any projectile type spell. It is a rare and powerful artifact compared to your other items, but do not rely upon it.
“How does it work?”
Mother did give me instructions…. I suppose it won’t hurt to have another tool for you.Place it in front of me and I shall demonstrate.
Yuelei did as bid and tossed the ring in front of Liur, who promptly blasted it with a Primal Ice Bolt. But when the projectile approached the ring, a ripple seemed to cut between the space and the Primal Ice Bolt vanished.
Good, now put on the ring and point it towards the door.
Yuelei carefully put the ring on, the cold silver sitting comfortable on her index finger, and held her hand towards the door.
Now repeat after me. ‘I beseech thee, eternal time… Return unto me that which was freely given.’
“I beseech thee, eternal time… Return unto me-” but before Yuelei could finish, she felt magical power well up within the ring and Liur’s Primal Ice Bolt materialized and shot out towards the ice wall barrier.
Interesting… it seems that parts of the incantation were unnecessary.
Yuelei did not hear Liur’s remark as she gazed at the ring in her hand. This recent addition opened up a wide potential of uses and she was already plotting on how to use it in the next sparring match. She took it off and placed it onto the ground. Yuelei held her palms open and cast the spell she had created, Winter Moon.
Liur cursed as she realized what Yuelei was going to do. She quickly created several Ice Wall(s) in front of her in case something goes wrong.
Be careful, Yuli. I know not the limits of the magical ring.
Yuelei gave a slight nod before returning to casting her spell. A few moments later, a basketball-sized sphere of ice hung in her hand. Taking a deep breath, she directed the sphere towards the ring and it was promptly absorbed.
Yuelei and Liur watched with bated breath as the ring shuddered and trembled for a few minutes before lying still. She carefully picked it up and replaced the ring on her finger. Liur dispersed the protective barrier around herself and stared at Yuelei.
That is one dangerous spell you have created, and even more dangerous now that you can store it and fire it without taking the time to cast it. Liur remarked.
“It’s rather situational, if you ask me. If I use it at the wrong time… I would also be caught in the blast. Even so, I wonder where all these magical objects Gallienoir gave me came from.”
Chances are, a different era from this one. Liur noted.
“A dagger hilt embedded with jewels, an anklet that lets you walk on air, a pair of gloves that protects you from the elements and a ring that can hold a spell… “
Along with that hairpin of yours, that makes five magical items, isn’t it?
“Yeah…. These items are likely to fetch a high price if we are ever in need of money. But if I remember correctly...” She dug around her storage chest and pulled out a pouch and opened it, revealing several gold coins. “This should let us get by for a long time if we ever need to… return to civilization.”
What do you think you need money for?
“Probably… tuition. One has to enroll in a magical academy for at least a year before they are allowed to test for their magical aptitude and given a rank. A high ranked mage or craftworker can get around much easier than a commoner, and it would make it easier to blend in.”
Sadly, I don’t think that will be the case.
“Why not?”
Because I will be going with you, and my presence alone will warrant attention.
“You don’t have to-” Yuelei protested.
This is not negotiable. No matter where you travel, I will be with you, ready to help at a moment’s notice.
“Thank you, Liur. You have always assisted me, I fear I may never return the favor.” Yuelei bowed her head.
Do not forget that we have a pact, Yuli. Perhaps in time, you will curse me for it instead of being grateful. I shall now gaze upon the memories, and you should eat something, Yuli.
Yuelei was left to ponder Liur’s words as she moved towards their pile of rations. She shot a glance at Liur, but she already had her eyes closed and her stature made it hard to approach.
As Yuelei busied herself, Liur thought to herself.
Hundreds of years from now Yuli, when all that you have known has faded away ⎯ will you still thank me for this gift?
Lunar Months of Earth ⎯ Bloom, Day 4
Three months quickly went by in the flash of an eye. Everyday for Yuelei consisted of sleeping,
practicing magic, and the occasional spar while Liur gazed into the memories of her great-grandmother and relayed the tales back to Yuelei.
At one point Yuelei had fell sick, but heeding Liur’s advice, she had eaten the frozen liver of a Glimstalker and she recovered the next day. As the Whitefrost continued to rage outside, the days grew colder and colder and Yuelei had to wear the Sheive fur at all times. She had joked with Liur about it, who was not bothered no matter how cold it got.
Their supplies slowly dwindled down and eventually they had to start rationing their food, as they had no clue when the ceaseless blizzard outside would end. Liur had wanted to go out in the Whitefrost in search of food, but her mother’s words would always echo back to her. Just as they were down to their last Ghost Hare corpse, the howling that had accompanied them for the past three months stopped abruptly the next morning.
Wake up, Yuli. Wake up!
“Hrrmgh” Yuelei made a funny noise while Liur constantly poked her head with a wingtip in excitement. “What is it..?”
Did you hear something, Yuli? Liur cheekily asked.
“No….” Yuelei rubbed the sleep from her eyes and realized exactly what she had just said. “There’s no sound?”
Liur fluttered over to the entrance and removed the wall to be met with a clear and crisp view of the nearby mountain peaks. Yuelei walked over and joined her, and the chilly air was a pleasant change from the below-zero temperatures a few nights back.
The Whitefrost is over, Yuli. We can go outside again! And Liur happily flapped her wings and soared out the opening, doing back-flips and dancing in the air in joy.
Yuelei grinned and donned the Sheive cloak and jumped into the air following Liur with her magical anklet. “At long last, we can finally go outside again! This feels great!”
Of course it does! My wings can finally breathe! Liur laughed and fluttered next to Yuelei.
After the two frolicked around for a while, reveling in the coming of spring, they returned into the nest for their last meal of frozen meat.
“We should go hunting.” Yuelei said as they helped themselves to the remaining food. After a month of carefully rationing food, the full-bodied meat soup was a welcoming change.
We should. A bit of raw liver would do us both good. Liur agreed, tearing into a rabbit haunch.
“Do you think there are any creatures out there? The Whitefrost had just ended after all.”
There are always creatures out there. One just only needs to know where to look. Liur replied.
“….we should still be careful.” Yuelei said. “There’s all manner of magical beasts now that pose a threat to the two of us, but we still have to eat..”
You should wear the Sheive cloak to warn off any hungry predators that try to attack us. While we have the benefits of flight, on the ground we are vulnerable.
“So our goal should be smaller game like Ghost Hares and edible forage.” Yuelei summarized.
Everything is still covered in snow, so we may have to do a bit of digging. Liur commented.
“It should not be too much of a problem. These silk gloves are really beneficial for that task.”
The two of them nodded in agreement and quickly finished their meal and set off after Yuelei gathered a few things. Liur took the lead as she was more familiar with the Whitefrost Mountains, and Yuelei trailed behind her, unable to match her speed.
After an hour of flying, Liur turned around to notify Yuelei that she had spotted something.
Over there, to your right, Yuli.
Yuelei trained her eyes on the tree-covered scenery below and noticed patches of vegetation growing amidst the tundra. She signaled to Liur an OK sign, and the two of them slowly descended downwards.
“This is quite the find...” Yuelei whispered. She stood in front of a patch of ground where there were several bushes of ripe snow-fruits and Taw berries. “It’s as if none of the animals nearby had touched these throughout the winter.”
Chances are that the area was recently covered by snow. Liur suggested. There’s the telltale signs of a recent avalanche, but that doesn’t seem right...
“Either way, we were quite fortunate. Let’s hurry since something feels off.“ Yuelei shrugged, and she quickly plucked everything that was edible.
As Yuelei worked, Liur perched herself on a tall tree and kept careful watch. Nothing out of the ordinary happened and by dusk, Yuelei’s sack was full.
“I am done here!” Yuelei yelled into the trees, and Liur flew down to meet her. “I managed to fill the bag easily, but there is still a lot more.”
Then let us return tomorrow. Liur answered. We should return before it gets too dark.
Yuelei nodded in agreement and the two of them started the journey home without incident.
That night, the two of them slept better than they did for the past month.
The next day they woke early to get to the vegetation site, hoping to be able to bring back at least two sack’s worth. When they arrived they noticed traces of blood and half-eaten fruit around the area.
“What happened here..?” Yuelei asked.
The likelihood is that some creatures came here for food and were attacked by other predators. Liur noted. It is a common tactic for predators.
“Should we stay or leave? Is it too risky?”
You have the Sheive cloak to mask yourself and few creatures dare to contest with a Sheive Bear. Liur reasoned. I will keep watch, and at the first sign of danger, we will leave.
Yuelei nodded and started to quickly gather the edibles while keeping an eye on her surroundings. Liur perched herself on a tall tree and overlooked the area. An uneventful hour slowly passed and it was then Liur detected a presence within the trees. She flapped her wings and flew high into the sky trying to pinpoint what it was.
Yuli, be careful. There’s a Glimstalker slowly approaching from the south.
At her words, Yuelei adjusted her position to face the south while still working. She took out her dagger and placed it on the ground next to her, and perked her ears for the sound of crushed snow.
Liur closely monitored the Glimstalker, and watched as it boldly strode forward. Just as it was about to get too close and she was about to tell Yuelei escape into the air, the Glimstalker raised its head up and sniffed the air. Its fur suddenly shot up and it slowed down its pace into a delicate lumber.
Yuli, it’s about to come into your sight. Try to meet its eyes and hold your ground. Don’t show any fear.
Yuli shuddered for a moment and did as Liur said. A few moments later, the head of the Glimstalker, with its long whiskers and panther-like markings on its face, appeared between the trees.
Upon spotting Yuelei staring straight at it, it halted. For two minutes, the Yuelei and the Glimstalker starred face to face, neither one relenting. A tuft of snow falling off a branch broke the silence and the Glimstalker quickly turned around and retreated.
Well done, Yuli. Liur commended. She had poised herself to strike if the Glimstalker was going to try something, but it seemed like it was unnecessary.
Yuelei finally released the air she was holding in and chuckled wryly to herself. A solitary Glimstalker without the advantage of stealth was hardly a threat. She nodded at Liur circling in the sky and returned to gathering. Liur returned to her position as lookout and another hour passed by uneventfully.
Liur yawned as dusk approached and she flew high into the air. She was about to inform Yuelei it was time to go when she noticed movement in the corner of her eye. Carefully training her eye at the source, she realized it was two Glimstalkers hiding their presence and slowly creeping forward.
As she was about to alert Yuelei to quickly flee into the air, she felt something quickly approaching her and she turned just in time to narrowly evade the claws of another Glimstalker that had crept up beneath her through the fallen snow.
Yuli! We have company! Liur shouted as she soared towards Yuelei, releasing several Primal Ice Bolts into the trees behind her.
At her voice, Yuelei quickly picked up the dagger next to her and the Frost Edge quickly formed. Liur quickly perched herself onto her shoulder.
“What happened?” Yuelei hollered loudly.
The one that left went back to bring more. They were going to attack you… Whether or not you were a Sheive Bear all along!
Realizing that their ruse was already given away, a pack of seven Glimstalkers emerged from the trees and slowly circled Yuelei.
Yuelei cursed under her breath. “What do we do? Do we flee into the air?”
No, that would make you an open target. They may not be able to catch me, but we need to create an opening for you!
Yuelei shot a couple of Primal Ice Bolts at a few of the Glimstalkers that were getting within striking distance. They leaped back to avoid it but quickly returned to circling her. Yuelei pointed her blade at another one that was walking forward, and at that opening, the one behind her leaped forward to strike at her back.
Get back! At Liur’s command, an Ice Wall formed behind Yuelei’s back and the Glimstalker roared in pain as it smashed head first into the solid ice.
“Liur, do you think I can scare them away with the Winter Moon spell stored on my ring?”
The spell is strong enough that you may kill one with it, but with their speed. it would be hard to hit them in the open like this. These creatures usually don’t hunt in packs ⎯ they are waiting for us to tire or make a mistake!
“Then what do we do?!” Yuelei shouted as she forced the approaching creatures back once more with a flurry of Primal Frost Bolts, draining even more of her reserves of magical power.
When I open my beak, dive for your bag and take out the crystal sphere and smash it with your blade!
“What good would that-” Yuelei’s question was broken off as Liur fluttered into the air and opened her beak. A loud and unsettling shrill rose forth. Yuelei watched as the Glimstalkers suddenly dropped to the ground and tried to cover their ears with their paws.
The sphere! Liur’s voice jolted Yuelei from her daze. I can’t maintain this for long, hurry!
Yuelei quickly jumped for the bag a few feet away and poured out its contents. Spotting what she was looking for, she picked up her Frost Edge and struck down on the sphere.
Whether it was due to her lack of concentration of her adrenaline-fueled haste, her blade glanced off the round glass. If she was thinking more clearly, she would have realized it would have been easier to pick up the orb and toss it onto the ground, but in her addled state, she swung once, twice, thrice until she finally managed to land a solid strike on the orb.
As soon as the orb was shattered, a wave of ice poured forth and knocked away all the Glimstalkers. Yuelei watched in awe as the fragments of the orb floated into the air and glowed a dazzling blue light. Ice and snow started to gather from the surroundings and in a moment, a giant phoenix made of ice towered above her. It blinked once, and covered both her and Liur with its wing, forming a protective dome.
Safe for the moment, Yuelei went to check on Liur, who had collapsed on a pile on the ground.
“Liur, Liur, are you alright..?”
That… took… more than… I thought. Liur was panting heavily and shook her head weakly. Using the full effect of the phoenix voice had drained her heavily.
“What is this?”
I… don’t know… I have... never seen... this spell before.
Yuelei glanced at the shadows of the Glimstalkers who were curiously prowling around the ice dome. Once in a while, they would scratch their claws on it and that sound of nails on chalkboard would echo throughout the chamber. However ⎯ they did not leave.
“What now?” Yuelei thought aloud. “Do we try to dig into the ground with magic and make a getaway?”
No… I doubt either of us... can outrun a Glimstalker... in our condition. We must sit… and help will come.
Yuelei felt helpless as those words but nevertheless, sat down and stared at the shadows through the ice.
Night had quickly fallen and Yuelei had used her magical hairpin to light her surroundings. The Glimstalkers had quickly realized that the dome would regenerate after each blow, and they concentrated their attacks at one point, taking turns and striking at the point where the phoenix wings intersected.
Yuelei quietly placed Liur as far away from the side which they were attacking onto the ground. At one point, the Glimstalkers had tried to burrow beneath the ground into the dome, and Liur had been forced to freeze solid the entire earth to stop it. However, the act had drained her even more and she was at the cusp of unconsciousness. Yuelei quietly tucked the hairpin into her dark blue hair and stood up and drew her dagger.
A crack had appeared at the side of the dome for a while, but whether it was luck or the sheer power of the spell, it had held out until now. With a sharp crackle, the weak spot gave way and three of the ravenous Glimstalkers entered, drool positively dripping on the floor as they finally felt like they were about to score a meal.
Yuelei was prepared, she had envisioned this scenario multiple times in her mind. There was no way she was going to go down without a fight.
“Don’t think this will be easy!” Yuelei let forth a battle cry as she released the Winter Moon spell she had prepared for them. Upon seeing the rapidly spinning sphere of ice approaching and sensing the danger of it, two of the Glimstalkers quickly leaped back out of the hole in the dome to safety.
“No you don’t!” Yuelei placed her palm on the ground and an Ice Wall sealed the hole. The Winter Moon crashed into one of the Glimstalkers that had foolishly tried to escape backwards and exploded, killing it outright. The resulting blasts of Primal Ice Bolts caught one other Glimstalker, who fell back growling in pain, barely injuring it but not enough to inflict any wounds.
The one that did not try to retreat took this chance to leap towards Yuelei, exactly as she had planned.
“I beseech thee, eternal time...” Yuelei chanted. She pointed her hand towards the incoming Glimstalker as its aimed its fangs at her throat. and another Winter Moon burst forth. The force of the close-range Winter Moon also knocked Yuelei back as the Primal Ice Bolts detonated, but the damage was done as the Glimstalker fell over, a bloody pulp where its head was prior.
That last Glimstalker in the dome cautiously strode forward towards Yuelei. Yuelei waited for it to slowly approach before swinging her dagger while forming the Frost Edge. But she was too slow and the Glimstalker ducked under the blade and swatted the dagger out of her hand.
“You bast-” Yuelei started to shout while forming a Primal Ice Bolt, but the Glimstalker simply swatted her again and knocked her face forward into the center of the dome. The Ice Wall Yuelei formed was finally destroyed by the other Glimstalkers and they slowly stepped in.
The victorious Glimstalker placed a paw on top of Yuelei’s back and roared triumphantly, and its companions echoed the sentiment with roars of their own. Yuelei tried to pull herself up but she was simply hit again and tossed amongst the other Glimstalkers.
They were merely playing with their prey now. A few more attempts to fight back wore Yuelei out and her consciousness started to fade. Noting this, the Glimstalker on top of her reared its head down to finish the job by snapping her neck.
“Begone!” A woman’s voice jolted Yuelei from falling unconscious. She heard a loud shattering sound which she realized was the dome shattering, and the blade of a beautiful blue sabre pierced the skull of the Glimstalker on top of her from above. The warm blood that trickled down onto her was oddly comforting, and in her primal rage, Yuelei let a grin rise to her face.
Yuelei felt the Glimstalker on top of her collapse. She heard the sound of footsteps as she spotted the hem of a larimar-colored dress, no doubt belonging to the owner of the voice she had heard. She felt the corpse of the Glimstalker atop of her was knocked aside, and despite the fact that she felt she was going to faint anytime soon, Yuelei watched with dimmed version as a delicate hand retrieved the sabre and her savior stand between her and the Glimstalkers.
“Leave now! This one is under the protection of the Spirit Walker!” the melodious voice echoed. Yuelei stared at the back of her savior, who was wearing a strange robe that revealed her shoulders. The sleeves were shaped like a dolphin’s fins and behind her trailed a piece of cloth shaped like a mermaid’s tail. It took a moment to realize that her savior was also levitating off the ground. The remaining five Glimstalkers looked at each other and cautiously strode towards the woman, still intent on fighting and claiming their prize.
“A foolish mistake.” The woman pointed the sabre towards the closest one and high pressured beam of water shot forth and pierced one of the Glimstalker’s shoulders. Like a snake, the beam of water twisted before drilling into the head of another one of the creatures.
With her other hand, she snapped her fingers and a pillar of water erupted forth from the ground and blasted away another Glimstalker, crashing into and breaking the side of the dome and throwing it far into the distance.
The remaining two realized they were not even remotely close to a match to this person and quickly turned tail to flee… only to see a man crouch down to enter the dome from the entrance they had made. The man ignored the approaching Glimstalkers and shot a glance at the unconscious Liur off to the side before locking his amber eyes with Yuelei’s brown ones. Yuelei saw a flash of anger in his eyes and watched as the man held up his hands.
His right hand started to glow unnaturally with a blue and green aura, while his left glowed with a red and brown one. It was at that point Yuelei felt exhaustion take her. Had she not fainted, she would have witnessed the two Glimstalkers be executed under a barrage of water, wind, fire, and earth spells.
She was simply glad that dawn would come once again.