A visit to the sage

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As Dianne uttered the name "Tracy", Noelle's eyes widened in anguish, her face crumpling like a fragile vase shattered on the floor. The room seemed to darken, as if the shadows themselves were mourning the loss.

Dianne's voice was laced with regret, her words dripping with sorrow. "But she's gone," she whispered, her eyes brimming with tears. Noelle's face contorted in a silent scream, her fists clenched at her sides as if she could will Tracy back into existence.

The air was heavy with grief, the silence oppressive. But then, a spark of determination ignited in Noelle's eyes. She straightened her shoulders, her jaw setting in a fierce line. "There must be a way to find her," she declared, her voice a battle cry.

Adley's eyes lit up with hope, her face a mirror of Noelle's determination. Together, they formed a plan, their words tumbling out in a urgent whisper. "A wise sage," Noelle murmured, her eyes gleaming with a hint of mystery. "Grandma's wisdom," Adley breathed, her face alight with excitement.

As they set out on their quest, the room seemed to brighten, the shadows receding like a retreating tide. Hermes' name was uttered, his fate a dark and ominous cloud on the horizon. "What did you do to him?" Adley asked, her voice laced with trepidation.

Noelle's eyes flashed with defiance, her voice steady. "I sent him through a portal." The words hung in the air like a challenge, the unknown looming like a specter on the edge of town. "Where does it lead?" Adley inquired, her brow furrowed with concern.

Noelle's shoulders shrugged, a hint of uncertainty creeping into her eyes. "I don't know," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. "Hopefully a far place, because we're going to need all the time we can get." The determination in her voice was a beacon of hope, illuminating the dark path ahead.

As they hastened back to the school, their faces reflected the gravity of their mission. Noelle's voice rang out, urgent but respectful, "Gina!" Gina turned, her eyes sparkling with curiosity. "Hey," she said, but Noelle's intensity left no room for small talk.

"Gina, we need your help," Noelle pressed, her voice laced with a sense of desperation. Gina's brow furrowed, concern etched on her face. "What's going on?" she asked, her voice laced with a hint of trepidation.

Noelle's eyes locked onto Gina's, her gaze unyielding. "We need to find your grandma. Now." Gina's expression remained calm, but a flicker of uncertainty danced in her eyes. Before she could pose a question, Dianne interjected, her voice firm and commanding. "No time for questions, Gina. Just tell us where she is."

Gina's eyes widened, her nod barely perceptible. "North Hill," she whispered, her voice barely audible. Noelle's face reflected her gratitude, her voice sincere. "Thank you, Gina." They hastened out, their footsteps echoing through the hallways, driven by a sense of urgency.

"Adley, wait!" Noelle shouted, but he had already vanished, leaving behind a trail of mystery. Three minutes ticked by, each second an eternity. Then, Adley reappeared, his face flushed, his eyes gleaming with a secret. "Where did you go?" Noelle demanded, her patience worn thin, her voice laced with a hint of accusation.

"I went to get something that might be of need to us,"As Adley spoke, his eyes gleamed with a hint of mystery, his words hanging in the air like a promise. Noelle's curiosity was palpable, her gaze fixed intently on him. With a flick of her wrist, she opened a portal, and they stepped into a winter wonderland, the snow-covered village stretching out before them like a canvas of white.

Adley's eyes widened, his breath misting in the chill air. "This place is enormous," he exclaimed, his voice full of awe. Noelle's face, however, was etched with worry, her eyes clouded with doubt. "How are we going to find her before midnight?" she asked, her voice laced with desperation.

Hardly's expression was enigmatic, a hint of a smile playing on his lips. "I guess you'll be needing this," he said, his voice low and mysterious. He handed Diane a yellowed map and an ancient necklace, its pendant glinting in the fading light.

Diane's eyes lit up, her face transformed by a look of wonder. "Thank you, Adley," she breathed, her voice filled with gratitude. Her mood shifted, her determination palpable. "It's magic time," she declared, her voice ringing out across the snow-covered landscape.

A sly smile spread across the old lady's face, her eyes glinting with mischief. Noelle's gaze locked onto hers, a knowing glint in her eye. "Can we go now?" she asked, her tone dripping with sarcasm.

The group exchanged eager glances, their faces set with determination. "Sure," they chimed in unison, their voices barely containing their excitement.

As they made their way to a secluded spot, the air grew thick with anticipation. Dianne's eyes closed, her lips moving in a silent chant. "Ahanodomini extracte visic... Anano domini entraste visi Ananodumi entracte visie," she whispered, her hands weaving intricate patterns in the air.

A crimson line began to form, pulsing with an otherworldly energy. Dranne's eyes sparkled with excitement. "Found her," she breathed, her voice barely audible.

Noelle's eyes flashed with determination. "Let's go get her, then," she declared, her hand slicing through the air to open a shimmering portal.

The trio stepped through the portal, their feet landing softly on the snowy ground. The old hut loomed before them, its wooden walls weathered to a silvery gray. Adley's voice was barely above a whisper. "Is that the place?"

Noelle's gaze locked onto the hut, her eyes burning with intensity. "I guess it is," she replied, her voice laced with a hint of trepidation.

Adley's eyes darted between Noelle and Dianne, his impatience palpable. "Then let's go," he urged, his voice low and urgent. "We don't have much time on our hands."

As they approached the hut, their footsteps quiet on the snow, the air grew heavier with tension. Adley's eyes locked onto the entrance, his voice barely above a whisper. "Who's going first?"

Noelle's brow furrowed in annoyance. "I thought you were," she snapped, her eyes flashing with irritation.

Adley's eyes pleaded with Dianne. "Me? I'm without power, how about one of you two?"

Noelle's eyebrow arched in playful mockery, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Really... But you're the guy here?"

Adley's face flushed with embarrassment, his eyes darting away in discomfort. "Uh... Haven't you heard of the saying 'Ladies first'?" he retorted, his tone laced with defensiveness.

But before the banter could continue, a booming voice echoed from within the hut, its intensity making them jump. "You can come inside, don't be shy!"

The widow's aquamarine eyes gleamed with an otherworldly intensity, her voice low and mysterious. "You may come in," she invited, her words dripping with an air of secrets and ancient wisdom.

With a mix of trepidation and curiosity, they stepped inside, their eyes scanning the dimly lit space like hawks on the hunt. Strange trinkets and talismans adorned the walls, casting eerie shadows on the ground. The air was thick with the scent of old books and forgotten memories.

As they approached the gray old lady sitting behind a floor table, her warm smile welcomed them like a gentle embrace. Her toothless gums and wrinkled face seemed to hold a thousand stories, each one etched into the lines of her face like a river carving its path through stone.

"Welcome," she said, her voice like a gentle breeze on a summer's day. "Good evening, ma'am," Dianne replied, her head bowing in respect, her eyes locked onto the old lady with a sense of wonder.

Abelle and Adley followed suit, their eyes darting around the room like trapped animals, their faces reflecting their unease. "Have a seat," the old sage said, her eyes twinkling with a knowing glint. And with that, they sat, their eyes fixed on the old lady, their hearts pounding with anticipation.

Noelle and Adley hesitated, their eyes darting between the sage and the floor chairs, before slowly lowering themselves down, their faces reflecting their unease. The sage's eyes sparkled with knowing amusement as she poured the steaming tea, the aroma filling the room like a warm embrace.

Dianne's voice was laced with embarrassment, her eyes cast downward in a polite bow. "I didn't know how else we could find you," she apologized, her words barely above a whisper.

The sage's chuckle was low and soothing, her eyes twinkling like stars on a clear night. "You could have just asked around," she said, her voice dripping with wisdom. "But I suppose that's not the way of the young ones these days."

Dianne's voice was urgent, her words tumbling out like a pent-up flood. "We need your help, wise sage. The blood moon is today, and we don't know what to do. Hermes has been running our school, and we think he's in the process of possessing the minds of everyone in it... and possibly the entire world."

The sage's expression turned grave, her eyes narrowing like a hawk zeroing in on its prey. She set her tea aside, her movements deliberate and slow. "Tell me more," she commanded, her voice low and husky, her eyes boring into Dianne's very soul. "What makes you think Hermes is behind this dark magic?"

The air was thick with tension, the silence hanging like a challenge, waiting to be broken. The sage's eyes seemed to bore into the very hearts of the trio, as if searching for the truth, and the motivation behind their desperate quest.

Dianne's eyes locked onto the sage's, her voice steady and determined. "We've seen strange occurrences at the school, wise sage. Students and teachers alike have been acting strangely, as if they're under some sort of mind control. And Hermes has been at the center of it all, his power and influence growing by the day."

The sage's expression turned even graver, her eyes clouding with concern. "I feared as much," she muttered, her voice barely audible. "The blood moon is a time of great power, and Hermes seeks to harness that power for his own dark purposes."

Noelle's eyes widened, her voice laced with fear. "What can we do, wise sage? We can't let him continue to manipulate and control everyone."

The wise sage's eyes darkened, like a stormy sky, as she spoke, her voice laced with a sense of foreboding. "I knew I felt a great evil," she whispered, her words barely audible. "Very well, then... This is what you must do..." Her instructions were laced with an air of urgency, her hands weaving intricate patterns in the air as she spoke.

Dianne's eyes shone with gratitude, her head bowing in respect. "Thank you very much, wise sage," she said, her voice filled with sincerity. Abelle's eyes never left the sage's face, her expression a mask of calm, yet her eyes betrayed a hint of curiosity.

As they rose to leave, the sage's hand shot out, her finger pointing at Adley like an arrow. "Not you," she commanded, her voice low and mysterious. The trio froze, their eyes locked in a silent understanding. Adley's face paled, his eyes wide with a mix of fear and wonder.

Dianne and Noelle exchanged a questioning glance, their faces reflecting their confusion. Why was Adley being singled out? What secrets did the sage see in him that they didn't? As they dragged themselves out of the hut, their minds raced with questions, their hearts heavy with a sense of foreboding.

The wise sage's eyes seemed to pierce Adley's very soul, her gaze burning with an inner intensity. "You, Adley, have a crucial role to play in this quest," she whispered, her voice dripping with an air of mystery. "Your powers, though untapped, are great. And I sense that you are connected to the chosen one in ways you cannot imagine." Adley's eyes widened, his face reflecting his awe and wonder, as the sage's words hung in the air like a promise.