"Orpheus, you are back from your scout range, and you brought guests with you" a dark skinned fairy said.
"I'm Hilda, nice to meet you, welcome to our small town" she said shaking both Seraph's and Larmore's hands.
"Come, let me show you around". Hilda said very hyper.
"Here, here Hilda, calm down, they are my guest, you can show them around later in the day, so we will see you later Hilda". Orpheus said.
"Alright, bye Orpheus and you two, I'll meet you by evening". She said waving her hands to them
Orpheus led his two guests to a house that is obviously out of place. Like other houses there, his house is also mounted on a tree but requires a long stretch of stairs and is large compared to other houses around.
The house was made of stacked wood and was quite fancy on the outside. The inside not too much, it was a bit untidy.
"Pardon me, i don't usually have guests, so bear with me". Orpheus said.
He gave them chair to sit and was trying to prepare some food.
"On our way here, you said you were gathering us five who signed contract with Valier to revert the effect of the magic plague, how do you want to archive that ". Orpheus asked.
"Well, we four have already met, the other two are on their way to get a sample of the magic dust to see if we can reverse engineer it. All that is left is you Orpheus". Seraph said.
"Do you even know our names". Larmore questioned.
"Err, i do remember that you were the first person to sign contract with that devil and you were the third". Orpheus said pointing to Larmore and Seraph respectively.
"Well I'm Larmore and she's Seraph, like we said earlier, we are forming a team of us five who signed contract with Valier to revert to effect of the magic plague. we need us all to gather our heads together to archive a good success ". Larmore said.
"Why would you want to do such thing, have you looked around, people love what they are now, not the powerless bunch they were before, plus even i like how I am, unlike the sore loser i once was". Orpheus said
"Well, things might be going pretty smooth now, but soon, very soon a huge disaster will happen because of this magic everyone has. If we don't do something it could be the end as we know of". Seraph replied.
"And how sure are you such disaster would take place, it's been three years and there hasn't been any news of rebels and agitation, sorry but i like what i am now". Orpheus said.
"Let me ask you this Orpheus, have you had some kind of trance or some sort of vision showing you about a future filled with nothing but strife and numerous bodies of unalived people lying around"? Larmore asked.
With an uneasy expression and a sweat on his face, Orpheus paused his work, it seemed Larmore hit a nerve spot on.
"Even if that were true, what makes you think i would join that future fight, live for today and tomorrow shall worry about itself that is my philosophy". Orpheus said.
"Really? I don't think so, i don't think you left your father because you are a sore loser, it something else and you do worry about tomorrow that is why you stayed in Fiilar despite being a wizard and not a Fairy". Larmore said.
Orpheus paused again and thought of Larmore's words, it seems Larmore kept hitting him in the soft spot again and again. He looked at the two guests with a sad expression and was silent. Looking at them makes him have a flashback of him being a Theronite.
* * *
Three years ago in the house of Marquess Gizbert ron Turker, a humongous Villa made with splendid architectural designs and a beautiful garden with a gazebo. The Villa was made from well polished stones. Everything about the property speaks of wealth and power.
Walking in the hallway, a man in his fifties wearing a splendid coat, walked towards a particular room.
*Knock, knock*.
The man knocked at the rooms door.
"Young master Orpheus, it's time for your lessons, your teacher is waiting for you at the library". The man said.
Opening the door, a young man with black hair came out with a bathroom rope on and said:
"I'll be ready in couple of minutes, Bestman please tell madam Kristen I'll meet her shortly". He said
"Alright young master ". Bestman said.
Few minutes later, he was ready and dressed in a splendid attire. He arrived at the library and joined the teacher and his younger siblings in the lesson.
"You are late again brother, if you are to succeed father all of these things matter especially your tardiness ". A young man with similar face as Orpheus sneered
*Sigh* "another day another migraine ". Orpheus sighed out.