Chapter 8
I can't believe what I'm hearing, I'm panicking and freaking out, isol is not dead but he'll definitely kill someone if he's left unchecked. cept goes to get the village chief but I stay behind to make sure nothing bad happens. I grab some ropes to tie him up with, though I know from experience that it won't be nearly enough, I still have to do something. after a while cept and the village chief arrive.
" what's wrong with him " the village chief asks
" it's dark magic " I say while sobbing
the chief then asks cept to go find a shaman and bring them. immediately cept leaves to find a shaman I remember what the elder shaman from Moonlit village said on the possibility of my nana having some knowledge on the dark arts, so I excuse myself and quickly rush back home.
I barge into the house and I catch my mother off guard
" are you trying to break down the front door, can't you walk in like everybody else " she says
" sorry mom, I'm in a hurry "
" what is it, did something happen with the chief ? "
" something like that, is nana around ? "
" no, she left for the market to get somethings, if you run fast enough you could catch up to her "
" okay, I might be back late so don't wait up for me "
I run as fast as I can on the path I know grandma will take and I eventually catch-up with her. I tell her everything that is going on and how I need her help but she tells me she only knew a dead witch at one point and never practiced any sort of magic herself, then she tells me that if isol really is speaking the demon tongue there's not much anyone can do since he has agreed to the terms of the contract. I hear those words and I'm completely thrown for a loop.
" contract, what do you mean ? "
" though I never practiced it, I knew someone who did, she was a dead witch and a powerful one at that "
from what nana is saying anyone who is willing to practice dark magic is more than likely doing so to use the " Chant of the Nontrinite " spells, the three most powerful classes of spells known in the dark arts, said to grant a faithful disciple " Godhood ". though to use these spells one would need to be affluent in " Demon Tongue " and would need to have an anchor, someone who would of their own volition participate in the ritual but as a sacrifice. once the ritual had begun and the conditions were met the sacrifice would be accepted. the anchor would start to recite hymns in demon tongue and would try to kill as many people as possible within a set period of time, these were not limited to adults or men. the power then gained by the caster would mostly be determined by how many people the anchor was able to slaughter. if the anchor kills more people, the more power the caster will be able to invoke into the Nontrinite spells, if the anchor kills less, the less power, and if the anchor kills no one at all then the caster would forfeit their own soul. but regardless of the anchor, we would need to find and kill the caster, because the fact that people from the village are being used as anchors could mean that the caster is probably in or even from the village. I don't have a clue of who could be behind this, I only have a suspicion and that's all based on how I feel, there's no evidence what so ever.
this is not great news I'm hearing but I chin up and head back to the village infirmary, on the way there I meet cept and he tells me he found a few magic practitioners but they all said nothing could be done, and that the village chief had gone to call for a royal messenger. we both walk to the infirmary and the doors are in pieces, two caregivers have been torn to bits, the guards are dead as well, it's a gruesome scene but I'm used to it at this point. cept takes lead and we go into the infirmary but we can't seem to find isol anywhere, we instantly know what this means and the implications it has. we make our way to the village chief and tell him that isol is missing and about the people he killed. the chief then calls for a curfew and asked that everyone remains inside their houses till the situation has been brought under control, this includes me and cept as well. before I go home I confront cept about everything that's going on, I tell him how he's my number one suspect and how I don't trust him, which is also stupid on my part but can you blame me, with everything that's happened. at first he doesn't even act like I'm accusing him of anything but he then tells me that whatever I feel he did is more my business than his, and that doesn't sit well with me but I decide to keep myself calm. we split and I go back home, and as I walk into the house I can smell something cooking in the kitchen. it smells good, grandma is in the living room just chilling and mom is cooking what I think is porridge. with all that's happened to me these past few days, I could really go for some of mom's cooking, I can't wait. when she is done cooking she calls for me to get the table set, which I do. we eat and we talk about everything, and mom is more happy that I'm alright, nana as well. after eating and talking, I do the dishes and get myself cleaned up before going to my room for some shut eye. I get to my room but the window is open, I close it and get on bed. then I feel a cool breeze and I turn around and the window is open again, I'm sure i closed it. I shut the window again and lock it, and as I lay on my bed I can feel someone's hand on my thighs. I turn and there he is on my bedding, isol.