ULTRAMagic Eon 1 - Chapter 17
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“Dang, Blood, you actually let Will go off on his own?” Dragoslava questioned.
He sighed as he sucked on his peppermint candy. “Yeah. He didn’t rip and tear until it was done yesterday and Aureolus, Razor, and Mizuki are with him, so it should be fine.”
“I’d say that’s progress, if you weren’t still taking shots at him,” Tiberius remarked, receiving a glare and a grunt from Blood-Wraith.
“Well it’s certainly been an interesting time with the Future Squad,” Deimos cut in, wanting to shift the subject. “I’d dare say the future-guild is doing well, given the caliber of mage they sent us.”
“True, but Will does concern me…” Alexia put in.
“How so?”
“Schwarzes said he is an up-and-coming necromancer, but I have yet to see him summon anyone. You’ll have to pardon my concern, given that it’s claimed he razed a group of a hundred shadow constructs with Faustus Ashman…”
“No no, it’s a valid concern, my dear,” Tiberius assured.
“And adding insult to injury, his magical skills are lacking and his alchemical prowess is student level. I don’t mean to be rude, but it seems like we had a neophyte dropped on our doorstep without being told so.”
“That’s a good point, Alexia,” Deimos concluded as he shifted in his chair. “I mean if the boy needs tutoring, I’d be happy to teach him. It’s not what we signed up for, but sometimes you have to roll with the punches.”
Tiberius glanced over to the doors to the conference room. “If Schwarzes wasn’t tied up at the moment, we could ask him.”
A turquoise portal then appeared on the opposite side of the room and out stepped Ultimatum, looking a bit frazzled. “Apologies, everyone. There were some anomalies from Universe-23-3 popping up… you know, the cursed iteration…”
“Heh, ‘cursed’ being relative, given what I’ve studied in regards to Iteration Generation Loss,” Deimos added, with Ultimatum chuckling.
“Schwarzes, did you send Will back to be trained?” Tiberius inquired. “This is a very important question and we need your utmost honesty.”
Ultimatum paused before taking his seat, slightly averted his gaze, and gave a light sigh. “Yes and no. There are some underlying problems with his magic that he should come forward about.”
“So he does need training then?”
“Yeah…” Ultimatum hesitantly admitted as he sat down.
“Very well then. When he returns I shall ask him about it and Eustorgio, Ermenrich, and I shall see what we can do to remedy the situation.”
Alexia gave a light applause. “A capital idea, dear.”
“Oh great, rowdy and lacking…” Blood-Wraith chided.
Dragoslava scoffed a little. “Jeez, bro, attitude at 9 o’clock much?”
“State your grievances, Blood-Wraith,” Tiberius instructed. “We’re all adults here.”
Blood-Wraith let out a frustrated groan. “The future-guild is concerning me. Why in the blue blazes are they letting new members go on important missions like this!? Why!? It feels like we’re babysitting a bunch of children.” He did not realize it, but Ultimatum had sunk in his chair a little.
Everyone else was taken aback by how blunt Blood-Wraith was. “Well ain’t that the pot calling the kettle black,” Dragoslava rebuked as she took his beret and held it above his head.
“Give me that!” he ordered as he ripped it out of her hands.
“Well it wouldn’t be the first time we’ve had to babysit a child…” Tiberius scolded, followed by a snowball hitting him in the face. As Blood-Wraith laughed and the others quietly giggled, Tiberius shot up from his seat. His chair was sent careening into the wall, and he stomped right over to Blood-Wraith. “YOU ARE OUT OF LINE, YOU INSUFFERABLE LITTLE BRAT.”
“OH YEAH?” Blood-Wraith shot back as he got up, only managing to knock his chair over. “That doesn’t change the fact that Will’s an utter hooligan!”
“That rambunctious nature can be tempered,” Tiberius pointed out, slightly shaking his fist. “I’ve done it before, I’ll do it again!”
“Yeah, but… um…” Blood-Wraith was at a loss for words as he felt his leg tremble. “I don’t like how he keeps beheading golems!”
“It is a less than ideal outcome for his bouts, but we can fix that,” Tiberius responded, like he had gone through this kind of situation before… “I’ve worked with his type in the past…” The conversation was interrupted by the sound of Will and Aureolus’ voices approaching.
“...incredible, Will,” Aureolus replied. “I wouldn’t mind meeting Mr. Fractal at some point in the future.”
“Yeah, he’s pretty cool,” said Will as they walked into the doorway, with him holding the head of a cake golem. “Hey, guys, the mission went great!” He then noticed everyone was on edge. “Whoa, what happened here?” Some of the others were silently panicking over his apparent trophy, unbeknownst to him.
Blood-Wraith felt his anger come back in full force as he went over to Will. “Hey, Will! Glad you brought me that head I asked for!!” His voice was overflowing with enraged sarcasm.
Will felt his breathing start to go uneasy as his body began to tremble. “Ye-yeah, I uh, brought it back as a sample, the one you guys asked for…”
“A SAMPLE!?” A sample?! Do you do that with your enemies back home? You catch a thug, look him in the eye, and just casually cut his head off?! Oh cheerio, my fellow Ligers! I got the intel right here…”
“NO!!” Will shouted back, deeply offended. “I’d never do that!” Seeing how hurt Will was legitimately broke the hearts of some of the others.
“Oh really!? Well let me tell you something, Private Ford! Milosh is a freaking scorch mark in the Storm Plateau and Sebastian’s nowhere to be found! You can’t treat everything like it’s a shadow construct or a video game! Either get serious or GO HOME!”
Will looked scared, like he was about to cry. As he dropped the head and ran out gasping and sniffling, the rest of the group (barring Aureolus and Ultimatum) grew utterly livid. “BLOOD-WRAITH!!” they angrily exclaimed in unison, causing him to flinch.
“Oh mein Gott!" Ludwig said in a panic as he hurried in. “What just happened!?”
“This little hot head just screamed at Will,” Dragoslava said as she hit Blood-Wraith upside the head.
“He beheaded a golem again!” he protested, rubbing the spot she hit.
Ludwig glanced at the head, then backed Blood-Wraith up towards the table. “Verdammt, Blood! I asked him to retrieve it!”
“Wait, what!?”
“I asked him to bring back a sample of a golem so the guild could study Valerie's magic!”
Aureolus nodded as Blood-Wraith looked at him. “We dealt with the golems in a clean manner, then collected the sample. I was a little concerned about our collecting method, and I see my concerns were justified.” He then picked up the head, enclosed it in a magical bubble, and teleported it to one of the guild’s laboratories.
Blood-Wraith looked around, his regret growing as he saw the disapproving and disappointed looks he was getting. “ARGH, stupid guild’s more trouble than it's worth!” he declared as he began to leave.
“Don’t run away from your issues, Sir Raynot!” Tiberius ordered.
“I’m not!”
“You’re not?”
“Can I have some time to think of an apology!?” Everyone stayed silent. “For the love of The Source!” he said as he walked away.
Aureolus nodded as his friend vanished down the hallway. “I’ll go with him and make sure he focuses, haha… ha…”
Once Aureolus left, Rostislav stuck his head in. “Is it all clear?”
“Were you there the entire time?” Ludwig asked.
“Yeah,” he mumbled. “I heard the snowball and got nervous…”
Ludwig chuckled. “A snowball? You dodged a bullet, Private. I can’t say the same about Will. Some captain I am…”
Dragoslava walked over to the doorway and glanced down the hallway Will had gone. “I… I can go talk to him. Want me to do that?”
“It’s alright, Drago,” Ludwig replied. “Will’s prone to emotional overloads and you guys don’t properly know him yet…”
“He gets like this sometimes,” Rostislav added. “Unless he talks to you, it’s best to let him cool off with some music.”
“I see,” Tiberius said as he picked up his chair and sat back down. “A good symphony orchestra certainly soothes my nerves. Schwarzes, do you… Schwarzes?” His chair was empty, save for some smatterings of glowing, turquoise dust.
“Oh dear,” Alexia said as she walked over and picked up Blood-Wraith’s chair. “He probably went to go talk to Zal. Should I go tell him things have settled down?”
“Sure,” Deimos concurred, followed by Alexia snapping her fingers and vanishing in a flurry of golden dust. “Jeez, that was probably like seeing your parents argue for him…”
Tiberius sighed and put his face into his hands. “I wasn’t being too harsh on Blood, was I?”
“Dad with a belt energy?” Rostislav put forth. “Sure, but he did throw a snowball at you. My dad would have sent me to my room without supper for that.”
Tiberius could not help but laugh at that, feeling his inner father poke through. “I wish the boy had a little more time to be a boy. Instead he has to use that energy for this thankless conflict of ours.”
“Is it alright if I go tell mom and dad about this?” Dragoslava asked.
“Sure, go ahead, lass.” As she left, Tiberius drummed his fingers in contemplation. “Eustorgio, do you go through this with Darkness?”
Deimos laughed. “We have our disagreements, but he’s mainly been bugging me for a mother. Probably should get a move on that as he’s now calling himself ‘Baxter Pryce,’ and even made a family-sized house in anticipation.”
That entire situation was endearing, causing Tiberius to laugh as a father once more. “Well then we better hurry our efforts so you can meet his needs as soon as possible.” This made Deimos shake his head with a smile. “Meeting adjourned, I suppose.”
Will had cried a little bit in the Future Squad’s quarters, as he was both hurt and felt inadequate. What had he been doing the entire time aside from fumbling and bumbling around like a foolish cowboy? It was the biggest mission of his life since Red River City and he was blowing it. Blood-Wraith had attacked his honor, but Will was a first class private in The Liger Brigade! It was his responsibility to do better and make Antares and Colonel Aalders proud. As he laid there on his bed, he mulled over an idea that was dumb, but would help the guild if it worked.
Noticing Will stirring, Yale flew over to him. “Feeling better, Will? Want to go get something to eat? Or maybe talk to Ludwig and Rostislav?”
“Yale, I got an idea…”
“Oh?”
“Let’s go scouting,” he said as he got up and straightened his hair out.
“Scouting?” Yale had a bad feeling…
“Yeah, like what Adrien and Satsuki did back in Red River…”
Yale nearly choked on his spit. “Hold up! Those two nearly died, remember?”
“Yeah, I remember… but we’re dealing with Valerie, not Sebastian.”
This made Yale go red and buzz like an angry wasp, but he relented as Will had a point. “Shall I go tell the others?”
“No, this will be off the books, so no one sees us coming…”
“Will!” Yale exclaimed as he buzzed with anger, flying around him like he was a bug trying to sting him. “Are you using that head of yours!?”
“It’ll be fine,” he assured with uncertainty in his voice. “Let’s use that portal spell of yours.”
“You’re serious about this?” Yale waited as Will just stared at him, then pinched the bridge of his nose and groaned. “Alright, but we’re out of there at the first sign of trouble, capeesh?” Will nodded. “Go write up a note for the others while I pick a spot close enough to Castle Ter Avest…”
“But...” Will started to object.
“Do it or I won’t take you anywhere other than to Tiberius to tell him what you were planning!”
“Okay…” Will conceded as he got to writing.
“Seriously, Will, be logical about this. If things go south, the others will need to know what we were up to.”
A triangular portal of purple fire eventually opened up on a hill with a good view of Castle Ter Avest in the distance. Out stepped Will and Yale with the portal closing behind them. Will was immediately greeted by the gusts of The Roaring Mountains blowing his long hair around, to his displeasure. Scanning the area, he spotted some handy bushes he could spy from. They were big and dense, perfect for what he had in mind. Once he was fully concealed in the cozy shroud of the mountain shrubbery, Will had Yale summon his Liger Binoculars.
As he glanced around at the majestic castle and its spectacular architecture, Will felt good about himself. It felt like he was actually doing something productive for once. “See, Yale? This is going great,” he whispered.
“Have you found anything noteworthy yet?”
“Um, no, just golems doing patrols and whatnot…”
Yale sighed. “Of course…” He then got out a chocolate bar from Will’s pack and handed it to him. “Here, keep your stomach quiet just in case.”
“Ha, thanks,” Will said as he unwrapped it. It was a dark chocolate bar with nougat, caramel, and almonds inside of it. As he finished his candy, he noticed some odd shadows being cast on his hiding place. “Yale, do you smell… ice cream?”
“Will, back out slowly and calmly…”
That made his heart sink. As he got out of the bush and turned around, a surge of adrenaline shot through his veins. It was Eloise, smiling innocently with her hands behind her back. “He-hey, Eloise…” Will choked out.
“Hey, Billy! What are you doing here? Snooping as to be expected? Pretty sneaky for the guild…” she teased.
“Look, I don’t want to fight…”
“Aw, really? Because mom has this cool new gadget she wants you to see!” Eloise whipped out her hands to reveal she was wearing a pair of shiny, orange long gloves. Her hands then morphed into giant fists made of what looked like frozen ice cream, like that of a popsicle. To say Will was silently panicking was an understatement. “You know what, Billy? I’ll let you have the first move…”
Next: Chapter 18
ULTRAMagic Alternate © 2022 William Ford II (ChaoticTempleKnight)
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“Dang, Blood, you actually let Will go off on his own?” Dragoslava questioned.
He sighed as he sucked on his peppermint candy. “Yeah. He didn’t rip and tear until it was done yesterday and Aureolus, Razor, and Mizuki are with him, so it should be fine.”
“I’d say that’s progress, if you weren’t still taking shots at him,” Tiberius remarked, receiving a glare and a grunt from Blood-Wraith.
“Well it’s certainly been an interesting time with the Future Squad,” Deimos cut in, wanting to shift the subject. “I’d dare say the future-guild is doing well, given the caliber of mage they sent us.”
“True, but Will does concern me…” Alexia put in.
“How so?”
“Schwarzes said he is an up-and-coming necromancer, but I have yet to see him summon anyone. You’ll have to pardon my concern, given that it’s claimed he razed a group of a hundred shadow constructs with Faustus Ashman…”
“No no, it’s a valid concern, my dear,” Tiberius assured.
“And adding insult to injury, his magical skills are lacking and his alchemical prowess is student level. I don’t mean to be rude, but it seems like we had a neophyte dropped on our doorstep without being told so.”
“That’s a good point, Alexia,” Deimos concluded as he shifted in his chair. “I mean if the boy needs tutoring, I’d be happy to teach him. It’s not what we signed up for, but sometimes you have to roll with the punches.”
Tiberius glanced over to the doors to the conference room. “If Schwarzes wasn’t tied up at the moment, we could ask him.”
A turquoise portal then appeared on the opposite side of the room and out stepped Ultimatum, looking a bit frazzled. “Apologies, everyone. There were some anomalies from Universe-23-3 popping up… you know, the cursed iteration…”
“Heh, ‘cursed’ being relative, given what I’ve studied in regards to Iteration Generation Loss,” Deimos added, with Ultimatum chuckling.
“Schwarzes, did you send Will back to be trained?” Tiberius inquired. “This is a very important question and we need your utmost honesty.”
Ultimatum paused before taking his seat, slightly averted his gaze, and gave a light sigh. “Yes and no. There are some underlying problems with his magic that he should come forward about.”
“So he does need training then?”
“Yeah…” Ultimatum hesitantly admitted as he sat down.
“Very well then. When he returns I shall ask him about it and Eustorgio, Ermenrich, and I shall see what we can do to remedy the situation.”
Alexia gave a light applause. “A capital idea, dear.”
“Oh great, rowdy and lacking…” Blood-Wraith chided.
Dragoslava scoffed a little. “Jeez, bro, attitude at 9 o’clock much?”
“State your grievances, Blood-Wraith,” Tiberius instructed. “We’re all adults here.”
Blood-Wraith let out a frustrated groan. “The future-guild is concerning me. Why in the blue blazes are they letting new members go on important missions like this!? Why!? It feels like we’re babysitting a bunch of children.” He did not realize it, but Ultimatum had sunk in his chair a little.
Everyone else was taken aback by how blunt Blood-Wraith was. “Well ain’t that the pot calling the kettle black,” Dragoslava rebuked as she took his beret and held it above his head.
“Give me that!” he ordered as he ripped it out of her hands.
“Well it wouldn’t be the first time we’ve had to babysit a child…” Tiberius scolded, followed by a snowball hitting him in the face. As Blood-Wraith laughed and the others quietly giggled, Tiberius shot up from his seat. His chair was sent careening into the wall, and he stomped right over to Blood-Wraith. “YOU ARE OUT OF LINE, YOU INSUFFERABLE LITTLE BRAT.”
“OH YEAH?” Blood-Wraith shot back as he got up, only managing to knock his chair over. “That doesn’t change the fact that Will’s an utter hooligan!”
“That rambunctious nature can be tempered,” Tiberius pointed out, slightly shaking his fist. “I’ve done it before, I’ll do it again!”
“Yeah, but… um…” Blood-Wraith was at a loss for words as he felt his leg tremble. “I don’t like how he keeps beheading golems!”
“It is a less than ideal outcome for his bouts, but we can fix that,” Tiberius responded, like he had gone through this kind of situation before… “I’ve worked with his type in the past…” The conversation was interrupted by the sound of Will and Aureolus’ voices approaching.
“...incredible, Will,” Aureolus replied. “I wouldn’t mind meeting Mr. Fractal at some point in the future.”
“Yeah, he’s pretty cool,” said Will as they walked into the doorway, with him holding the head of a cake golem. “Hey, guys, the mission went great!” He then noticed everyone was on edge. “Whoa, what happened here?” Some of the others were silently panicking over his apparent trophy, unbeknownst to him.
Blood-Wraith felt his anger come back in full force as he went over to Will. “Hey, Will! Glad you brought me that head I asked for!!” His voice was overflowing with enraged sarcasm.
Will felt his breathing start to go uneasy as his body began to tremble. “Ye-yeah, I uh, brought it back as a sample, the one you guys asked for…”
“A SAMPLE!?” A sample?! Do you do that with your enemies back home? You catch a thug, look him in the eye, and just casually cut his head off?! Oh cheerio, my fellow Ligers! I got the intel right here…”
“NO!!” Will shouted back, deeply offended. “I’d never do that!” Seeing how hurt Will was legitimately broke the hearts of some of the others.
“Oh really!? Well let me tell you something, Private Ford! Milosh is a freaking scorch mark in the Storm Plateau and Sebastian’s nowhere to be found! You can’t treat everything like it’s a shadow construct or a video game! Either get serious or GO HOME!”
Will looked scared, like he was about to cry. As he dropped the head and ran out gasping and sniffling, the rest of the group (barring Aureolus and Ultimatum) grew utterly livid. “BLOOD-WRAITH!!” they angrily exclaimed in unison, causing him to flinch.
“Oh mein Gott!" Ludwig said in a panic as he hurried in. “What just happened!?”
“This little hot head just screamed at Will,” Dragoslava said as she hit Blood-Wraith upside the head.
“He beheaded a golem again!” he protested, rubbing the spot she hit.
Ludwig glanced at the head, then backed Blood-Wraith up towards the table. “Verdammt, Blood! I asked him to retrieve it!”
“Wait, what!?”
“I asked him to bring back a sample of a golem so the guild could study Valerie's magic!”
Aureolus nodded as Blood-Wraith looked at him. “We dealt with the golems in a clean manner, then collected the sample. I was a little concerned about our collecting method, and I see my concerns were justified.” He then picked up the head, enclosed it in a magical bubble, and teleported it to one of the guild’s laboratories.
Blood-Wraith looked around, his regret growing as he saw the disapproving and disappointed looks he was getting. “ARGH, stupid guild’s more trouble than it's worth!” he declared as he began to leave.
“Don’t run away from your issues, Sir Raynot!” Tiberius ordered.
“I’m not!”
“You’re not?”
“Can I have some time to think of an apology!?” Everyone stayed silent. “For the love of The Source!” he said as he walked away.
Aureolus nodded as his friend vanished down the hallway. “I’ll go with him and make sure he focuses, haha… ha…”
Once Aureolus left, Rostislav stuck his head in. “Is it all clear?”
“Were you there the entire time?” Ludwig asked.
“Yeah,” he mumbled. “I heard the snowball and got nervous…”
Ludwig chuckled. “A snowball? You dodged a bullet, Private. I can’t say the same about Will. Some captain I am…”
Dragoslava walked over to the doorway and glanced down the hallway Will had gone. “I… I can go talk to him. Want me to do that?”
“It’s alright, Drago,” Ludwig replied. “Will’s prone to emotional overloads and you guys don’t properly know him yet…”
“He gets like this sometimes,” Rostislav added. “Unless he talks to you, it’s best to let him cool off with some music.”
“I see,” Tiberius said as he picked up his chair and sat back down. “A good symphony orchestra certainly soothes my nerves. Schwarzes, do you… Schwarzes?” His chair was empty, save for some smatterings of glowing, turquoise dust.
“Oh dear,” Alexia said as she walked over and picked up Blood-Wraith’s chair. “He probably went to go talk to Zal. Should I go tell him things have settled down?”
“Sure,” Deimos concurred, followed by Alexia snapping her fingers and vanishing in a flurry of golden dust. “Jeez, that was probably like seeing your parents argue for him…”
Tiberius sighed and put his face into his hands. “I wasn’t being too harsh on Blood, was I?”
“Dad with a belt energy?” Rostislav put forth. “Sure, but he did throw a snowball at you. My dad would have sent me to my room without supper for that.”
Tiberius could not help but laugh at that, feeling his inner father poke through. “I wish the boy had a little more time to be a boy. Instead he has to use that energy for this thankless conflict of ours.”
“Is it alright if I go tell mom and dad about this?” Dragoslava asked.
“Sure, go ahead, lass.” As she left, Tiberius drummed his fingers in contemplation. “Eustorgio, do you go through this with Darkness?”
Deimos laughed. “We have our disagreements, but he’s mainly been bugging me for a mother. Probably should get a move on that as he’s now calling himself ‘Baxter Pryce,’ and even made a family-sized house in anticipation.”
That entire situation was endearing, causing Tiberius to laugh as a father once more. “Well then we better hurry our efforts so you can meet his needs as soon as possible.” This made Deimos shake his head with a smile. “Meeting adjourned, I suppose.”
Will had cried a little bit in the Future Squad’s quarters, as he was both hurt and felt inadequate. What had he been doing the entire time aside from fumbling and bumbling around like a foolish cowboy? It was the biggest mission of his life since Red River City and he was blowing it. Blood-Wraith had attacked his honor, but Will was a first class private in The Liger Brigade! It was his responsibility to do better and make Antares and Colonel Aalders proud. As he laid there on his bed, he mulled over an idea that was dumb, but would help the guild if it worked.
Noticing Will stirring, Yale flew over to him. “Feeling better, Will? Want to go get something to eat? Or maybe talk to Ludwig and Rostislav?”
“Yale, I got an idea…”
“Oh?”
“Let’s go scouting,” he said as he got up and straightened his hair out.
“Scouting?” Yale had a bad feeling…
“Yeah, like what Adrien and Satsuki did back in Red River…”
Yale nearly choked on his spit. “Hold up! Those two nearly died, remember?”
“Yeah, I remember… but we’re dealing with Valerie, not Sebastian.”
This made Yale go red and buzz like an angry wasp, but he relented as Will had a point. “Shall I go tell the others?”
“No, this will be off the books, so no one sees us coming…”
“Will!” Yale exclaimed as he buzzed with anger, flying around him like he was a bug trying to sting him. “Are you using that head of yours!?”
“It’ll be fine,” he assured with uncertainty in his voice. “Let’s use that portal spell of yours.”
“You’re serious about this?” Yale waited as Will just stared at him, then pinched the bridge of his nose and groaned. “Alright, but we’re out of there at the first sign of trouble, capeesh?” Will nodded. “Go write up a note for the others while I pick a spot close enough to Castle Ter Avest…”
“But...” Will started to object.
“Do it or I won’t take you anywhere other than to Tiberius to tell him what you were planning!”
“Okay…” Will conceded as he got to writing.
“Seriously, Will, be logical about this. If things go south, the others will need to know what we were up to.”
A triangular portal of purple fire eventually opened up on a hill with a good view of Castle Ter Avest in the distance. Out stepped Will and Yale with the portal closing behind them. Will was immediately greeted by the gusts of The Roaring Mountains blowing his long hair around, to his displeasure. Scanning the area, he spotted some handy bushes he could spy from. They were big and dense, perfect for what he had in mind. Once he was fully concealed in the cozy shroud of the mountain shrubbery, Will had Yale summon his Liger Binoculars.
As he glanced around at the majestic castle and its spectacular architecture, Will felt good about himself. It felt like he was actually doing something productive for once. “See, Yale? This is going great,” he whispered.
“Have you found anything noteworthy yet?”
“Um, no, just golems doing patrols and whatnot…”
Yale sighed. “Of course…” He then got out a chocolate bar from Will’s pack and handed it to him. “Here, keep your stomach quiet just in case.”
“Ha, thanks,” Will said as he unwrapped it. It was a dark chocolate bar with nougat, caramel, and almonds inside of it. As he finished his candy, he noticed some odd shadows being cast on his hiding place. “Yale, do you smell… ice cream?”
“Will, back out slowly and calmly…”
That made his heart sink. As he got out of the bush and turned around, a surge of adrenaline shot through his veins. It was Eloise, smiling innocently with her hands behind her back. “He-hey, Eloise…” Will choked out.
“Hey, Billy! What are you doing here? Snooping as to be expected? Pretty sneaky for the guild…” she teased.
“Look, I don’t want to fight…”
“Aw, really? Because mom has this cool new gadget she wants you to see!” Eloise whipped out her hands to reveal she was wearing a pair of shiny, orange long gloves. Her hands then morphed into giant fists made of what looked like frozen ice cream, like that of a popsicle. To say Will was silently panicking was an understatement. “You know what, Billy? I’ll let you have the first move…”
Next: Chapter 18
ULTRAMagic Alternate © 2022 William Ford II (ChaoticTempleKnight)
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