His Unannounced Visit

"Quite bold of you to come here unannounced, Alejandro."

Akin a kitty to a mouse, Clementine glared at the male like a ferocious predator. She wouldn't have minded such arrival of his, however, due to current circumstances— the magician have the rights to act as she did.

Said male raised both his hands indicating surrender, though he remained neutral as he faced her. The female magician stood from her crouching position— a hand on her hip, awaiting for his response.

"It's an urgent matter," Alejandro stated. He lowered his arms. "I came to warn you."

"Warn me?" Clementine glanced at him, her back still facing the gray haired magician. She shifted on her place, now her arms were entangled together. "Warn me regarding what?"

"The letter you received from Ellysia," he responded with a tight frown. "It's a trap. Someone's luring you to go there. I could predict an ambush."

"What are you now? A fortune teller?" The lass incredulously questioned. She didn't wait for a reply, instead she went on. "I have my assumptions, especially since the letter was specifically addressed to me."

Clementine turned to face the lad head-on, scoffing as she averted her attention towards a small, nearly unnoticeable rip on the wall. "But no, that stupid Shaun had to share his damned opinion!"

"Shaun. . .He's here?" He bewilderingly questioned. Clementine met his emerald pools with a nod of confirmation.

"He came here. Demanded Dominique to show him an exclusive book— I don't know which one," Waving a hand in the air, she unceremoniously transported the both of them within the confines of her tower, magically sealing the wooden door shut.

She watched Alejandro stumble to regain his balance, and she would've laughed but she refrained herself from doing so. Clementine wanted to keep her regalness after that childish verbal squabble she shamelessly started.

"A warning would be very much appreciated." He grumbled, dusting his pants from some invisible dust he had gained. Might as well mention that he fell on his bum. "How did you identify that it was me though?"

Clementine rolled her eyes. "You intentionally electrocuted me with your magic! How else would I identify you?" Books flew open, parchments scattered like raindrops in the air. The mage unconsciously released a fair amount of wind, enough to make her room a paper mess.

"My bad. I thought that it'd only cause tingles." Alejandro mocked, only to clear his throat after a few seconds passed. He needed to tell her and settle this immediately. He couldn't have her going to Ellysia just to have her head chopped.

"Let's get back on track. Don't. Under any circumstances, don't you ever go to Ellysia." The atmosphere surrounding them turned gloomy. It grew heavier that it made Clementine feel the depressing negativity and the pressured tension.

Yet she chose not to address the ambiance, but instead she stood firm on her ground. "How did you know about the letter?" She demand an answer, and she wanted it right now.

"I placed tracking spells here, don't you recall?" Alejandro rubbed his forehead. He'd been stressing about this matter since she received the envelope.

"That's not likely acceptable nor does it make sense. So why—", she was cut off.

"Isabelle is currently in Sappherine. As much as Cassia dislike her , she was invited in her 'ladies tea-party'." The room glowed a light cyan and wind rustled like it was slowly swallowing the fact that it was threatened in the most innocent way possible.

"The letter. . . She hadn't written a single letter in Sappherine. I made sure to keep an eye on her and that child ghost insisted she help," At this point, he's in a state of frustrated panic. Alejandro was obviously shaking on the spot, a bead of sweat trailing down his forehead.

"I was bewildered when that letter arrived. I asked Mariella if she saw the princess write one that was addressed to you and confirmed that Isabelle didn't. You have to believe me, please do not go!"

'BOOM!'

Amid his steaming blow, fireworks flew and exploded in sky, illuminating the brightest red in the sky. Clementine alarmingly turned towards the window, summoning her sword in haste.

Shouts and discord flooded her ears. She had no time to think when another explosion happened. The lass disappeared from her room, transporting herself in the middle of the commotion.

Guards were scattered everywhere, some were cursing, some were panicked. She tried to gain attention of one but they were all over the place that every single knight she called had ignored her.

'Dominique. . . Where's Dominique?!' She frantically focused her magic on her surroundings and her rattled nerves made it entirely difficult.

She couldn't locate Dominique. Clementine was too anxious!

"Calm down!" Alejandro exclaimed, armed with his own weapon. She could feel him shaking her subtly in desperation, trying to take her attention from her racing head.

It was no use.

"How do you expect me to calm down?!" She yelled back. The wind grew harsh in her wake, responding quickly to her emotional state.

Leaves and branches flew in the air, as a hurricane started to brew itself in the middle of the castle. She's the strongest weilder of wind magic that she could wipe out a town with it.

"Clei! Clei! Come on, calm yourself for a bit! Or at least make your wind less harsh! Guards are getting harmed." At this call, the wind started to dissolve but not entirely. It was still present, still raging, practically snarling to whoever caused those red fireworks to explode that they're knocking in their deaths.

'Where are they. . . Where are they?!' Clementine thought, her gaze shifting left and right. She demanded the wind tell her the locations of the royals, and thankfully it abided by whispering its answer.

She was about to teleport to the king's location, the adrenaline to keep the royal safe making her do so. However, midway to the spell— something slammed on her head, causing her to stumble forward.

The dizzying, crazy hard impact had her kneeling down on the ground, fixing herself to regain a clear vision. Her ears rang in a head-aching tune that her hand covered one to stop the noise. Blood dripped down her head to neck, she felt it cascade.

'FALSE ALARM! FALSE ALARM!'

It was somewhat faint yet she heard it.

"Alejandro? Alejandro, where. . . Where are you?" She whimpered, lost. The ringing was starting to worsen.

Recalling the recent occurrence, she concluded that Alejandro must be behind her or somewhere of arm's reach. However, the grasses underneath her felt extremely wet.

'It didn't rain. . . What?'

Red. Red was everywhere. On her hands, on her knees, on her clothes, some smudged on her cheek. It dawned on her, and she shakily gasped— head slowly tracing the gruesome puddle.

'No, this can't be. This is a prank. This is a prank I know. Please. . .tell me it's a prank. It's not funny at all!'

And when she saw the source of crimson, Clementine felt her world stop. Everything in her disconnected, everything felt far. Very far away as she stared at the body that laid a few feet away from her.

Tears unknowingly flowed, staining her cheeks in streams. She abruptly stood up, scrambling on her feet when she stumbled and planted her face on the ground.

Soot, soil, grasses, and blood, she was filthy as of the moment. Though she could care not. A ball seemed to block her throat as she choked, lips quivering.

With pain, concern, grief, and anger, all mixed up in a horrifying batter. She cried.

"ALEJANDRO!"