Continued from the last chapter.. obviously
All that is seen in that room is a purple, blue, and black mixed flame in the middle, and a pedestal that reads, "Ones weapon can create destruction, but ones mind must be clear, and have no bad intentions..," and the flame grows bigger as it is read,
"What is the point of this?"
A 'CLICK' is heard, and a voice is heard, "Think of a weapon, and an animal, for that's what your life depends on..,"
Confused silence echoes through the dark cavern of nothing.
"A.. weapon? Any weapon? and an animal, of all things, fine." Fynix looks up into the darkness and thinks, "I GOT IT, a crystalic dagger and an albino crow."
another 'CLICK' is heard, "Good choice, young sage.. This is a rare one, come back when you can control your ability, and you can have the weapon I create, and shall your life flourish with riches." and Fynix wakes up in the same bed, but, the sick lady is.. LAYING NEXT TO ME? she is cuddled up against Fynix's body and he cannot move due to her grip strength, and his weakened body from the merging process, "Hello? Mercy please wake up, you-" She squeezes on his hand forcing him to shut up, "nevermind.."
Fynix later falls asleep, but he falls asleep on her shoulder.
☆8 ½ hours later..☆
The pair eventually wake up next to each others side, and are flustered and jump to different directions, "UH, IM SORRY, MY BODY WAS WEAK AND YOU WERE SUFFOCATING ME LAST NIGHT..", shouts Fynix, "IM SORRY ASWELL, CAUSE MY SICK BODY CANT HANDLE LOTS OF WALKING OR TALKING AND YOU WENT UNCONSCIOUS AGAIN SO I FELL ASLEEP.." A awkward silence....
Than a small, than medium, and a large laughter comes from both of them.
Continued next chapter...
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