In the heart of the woods, a small hut exists. That is my home. And I was standing in it's garden. Tall trees surrounded me. The purple sky had devoured the sun.

In the end, I decided to help Solis.

Two days had passed since then.

I waved my hand in air. A silver wand appeared It was crafted to represent a dragon. Black undertone seperated the wand's scale.

I closed my eyes.

“Beauty of night,

          Stars a guide.” I mumbled in quite voice.

Surrounding trees shrank and their bark turned white. The moons and stars became clearer. Their shine had brighten.

Shrunken trees gained a soft glow. A glow white in colour with a hint of pale yellow and cold blue. It looked like the moon.

I opened my eyes and stored my wand away.

“A beautiful performance.” Soft voiced called me out. The softness perfectly hid the coldness.

I turned to look back. There stood a human. Light blonde hair with cunning hazel eyes. Her scent left a distaste in my mouth.

A scent without the hint of magic. Was she unable to perform any?

Her arms, legs and neck had blue marks. Scars decorated her face and body alike. A woman I cannot trust.

“Lady Solis, What are you doing here?” I smiled as gently as I could. “Should you not be resting?”

“I was resting. But suddenly light came from the window. I was curious. And now I am here.” responded solis. “What are you doing?”

I turned to face the trees, “I don't have fancy touches here. Without light, the nights in the jungle gets pretty scary.”

Solis came to my side. “You use poetry to cast the magic. It's quite unique from what I know.”

I remained quiet. I looked at Solis. She continued to stare at the trees.

The more I look at her, the more this odd sensation grows inside me. Like I have seen her before. A feeling she is not what she seems.

“Anselma must be celebrating your exile right now.” I spoke the first thing that came to my mind. Solis finally looked at me. She didn't wear her usual deceiving smile.

“Celebrations don't happen in Anselma……. Not filled with joy and happiness any way.” Solis's eyes had darken. “Except for the times when crown prince Nova returns.”

“Crown prince Nova?” I question.

“My fiancee……… and accomplish  in this war against Oskar”, replied Solis. “He is going to return soon.”

“Is he the one who send you here?”

“Oskar exiled me, and I planned to ask for your help.” Solis replied with a firm voice. “This might be our only chance.” She stood there quietly.

The Anselma I knew, the Anselma she loved, couldn't have existed without happiness. I thought it would ……never disappear. I get it now, what you meant that day. Eternity, huh.

“You might have convinced me to join you. But how do you plan on contacting the crown prince of yours? Especially since he is absent from your kingdom”, asked I.

“It would have been easier if he was in another kingdom”, said Solis with a discouraged look.

“…”

“You can't just enter or leave Anselma. Actually it is impossible unless you are a associate of ‘The Grand Merchant and Information Society’ or a high class noble.”

“You said the Crown Prince was absent.” I stare her down.

“Yes till the day I was exiled. But the last letter I got from him stated his return. I received the letter a week ago.”

What a complicated thing I have entangled myself into. “What are we going to do then?”

“We need to go to Valhalla. That's our only hope.” Solis had a glim glow on her hazel eyes.

“Valhalla?” The kingdom of temples. The holy empire, Valhalla. “Why there? Why Valhalla?”

Solis had a soft smile on her face. ”The headquarters of The Grand Merchant and Information Society, Aspene is situated there. And the leader Andri also lives there.”

“And?”

“Their leader is the previous head of Morana, The Silver Frost Of Winter.”

My ears pricked up. My heart sank to depth of my stomach. The uncomfortable sensation grew deep inside my stomach.

Morana. The name I wish to forget. The name that is proof of my failures.

“He is also great great grandfather to crown prince Nova. He will surely help us.” Solis carried resolve on her voice. “The problem is….”

“Problem.” I questioned.

“The problem is we need to be unnoticeable as possible. Oskar must be keeping his eyes and ears sharp.” Solis said.

“ With the way you are talking I suppose you have a solution. That likely involves me.” I glare at her eyes.

“Spell’s Blizzard is going to start.”

“Spell’s Blizzard?”

“A magic competition.” A confuse look covers my face. “A competition hosted by Aspene. The winner is honoured with a wish under Aspene.”

“Which can be an audience with Lord Andri.” A soft smile decorates Solis's face. “I will have to take part in it.” I stroke my chin.

“It will not be easy.” Solis has a serious expression. “This is a national event in Valhalla. A once in a year opportunity. And international participator are allowed. That also means.”

“…”

“Valhalla's people will try to win at any cost. At least for their pride.” Solis adds. Her completion has gone cold.

“You know a great deal about Valhalla.” I point out.

Solis looks at me in a daze. “I am originally a priest from Valhalla.”

A priest. With no smell of magic.

I share Solis's confuse look. “How did you enter Anselma then?”

Her hazel eyes still holding up the confusion. “I met prince Nova in Valhalla. We fell in love.”

“What about your parents?” I ask.

“I was born a orphan.” Quite atmosphere clouded the area. Following that Solis left.

Fireflies had been sparkling and glittering. The night is getting colder and dimmer. Going to Valhalla. I need to cast a defensive spell around my house.

I can't have it recked.