Adyna, the lady sorceress, carried the body of her mother to the graveyard she had built for the stolen dead bodies by the spring at the end of the enchanted forest. She laid her down on the edge of the grave. As she sat on her legs, her tears poured, and she told her, "I'll free you, mother..." then she gave her a long forehead kiss.

Larreis's body was magically and gently lifted in the air and lowered into the grave as her daughter tried to fight tears. Her body was buried with soil, and a headstone with engraved silvered letters of her name slowly emerged from the ground.

The sunrays from the horizon glimmered over the grassland, waving against Adyna's long dress as she walked towards the ordinary hut inside an interdimensional place.

She suddenly stopped walking and looked around. She sighed before she decided to hop and drift in the air. Her arms struck the wind as she used her hands to grow reflecting glass flowers that surrounded the hut, which constantly released glittering pollen in the air. She hovered, gazing at the hut, and when she transluced it with weakly lighted walls, the archer was no longer there, inside, where she had left him sedated. She rushedly drifted into the hut, passing through its wall, and searched around for him.

"Are you looking for me?" The archer asked from outside, standing behind her sight.

Adyna turned around in the air and looked at him, then the hut disappeared into thin dust that was scattered by a gust of wind. She came close to him and landed on her feet.

"Why did you change my face?" He asked. "My entire face?"

She gazed into his eyes as she squinted. "I missed it. You weren't asleep. At all. You let me change your face."

"Well, I couldn't bring my face back."

His eyes watched her left hand that held the right side of his face. She gazed into his face, and he waited as he raised his eyebrows.

"Do I have my face now?" He asked. "...'cause I didn't feel anything."

She chuckled and said, "You were so enchanting. I couldn't change it back."

He frowned as he chuckled, "What did you say? You mean my face wasn't attractive enough, so you changed it into something more to your liking? Your preference? What for?"

With restrained laughter, she removed her hand from his face and flew away against his eyes. When he turned to her, she turned to him as she hovered, then she shouted, "Sorry! I just couldn't handle looking at what face you had. It's too much that only overwhelms my heart."

"Oh. My old face is what you... Can we talk closer? Just talk to me without flying around."

She shortly laughed and said, "Don't you like your new face now? That's still pretty good face, isn't it?"

"You witchess, just come down."

"I'm not a witchess."

"I know."

"You know..."

"Yes, I know."

"You know? Tell me what you know."

"Your eyes are yellow."

She transformed her brown eyes back into yellow ones as she was looking down at him.

"Your hair is black," he continued as her black hair was still.

"What else?" She asked.

"A sorceress."

"And your name?"

"Athan, my lady," as he bowed to address.

She smirked before she drifted towards him, closer to him. Then her feet touched the ground as she gazed into his eyes.

The soul of the prince who was also watching them, as I floated near him, suddenly vanished, which caught Adyna's eyes. She turned her head to her left side and moved her eyes as she said, "Something's here."

The archer also looked at that side as she walked towards where I was, looking and trying to sense something. She turned to him and looked at him as she continued sensing around.

Adyna brought Athan to a desert, to the planet's edge opposite the Murdgen Kingdom, where the sun was shining, forty-five degrees from the west.

"Is it still possible to get her back?" Athan asked Adyna as she spun around to draw a four-meter circle on the sand.

"As long as she's still bound to the queen's, she's still up here," Adyna replied.

When she drew a line connected to the edge of the circle as her feet hovered in the air, he said to her as he was standing outside the circle, "I'll draw the other line."

"No, no!" She stopped him from drawing. "Don't!"

"Right, alright. Sorry!"

"It should be in sequence," as she continued drawing the line away from the circle.

"I can draw next."

"Why are you over there?" She shouted. "Come with me!"

He reappeared close to her and abruptly pulled her away by grabbing her hand with his right hand. She was drifting in the air as he ran on the sand. Then he stopped with his left hand, slowly moved from left to right, generating a sea. Her feet landed on the sand as she watched speechlessly.

As soon as he finished it, he pulled her, running to the seawaves, "Come on! This wouldn't last any longer."

"It would!"

"It would?" He turned to her as he stopped with the swashes reaching his feet.

"I'll make it."

He ran to her as he pulled her, then their lips touched as the blazing sky glimmered on the sea.

For a year, Adyna and Athan spent some of their days drawing the thirteen lines, like sunrays, that connected the circle to Queen Esofere's throne in the Murdgen Palace. 

As the Murdgen Queen celebrated the day she first held Larreis's soul, sitting on the throne in the center of her commemorating kingdom in daylight, five-months-pregnant Adyna, with her husband Athan, were out alone in the middle of a quiet desert lit by the moonlight. They were holding hands a meter apart, facing each other. They were standing inside the drawn circle on the sand, surrounded by thirteen lines drawn and connected to the circle's edge like sunrays.

"You ready?" Athan asked her.

She smiled at him as she began to weep, then she closed her eyes. He closed his eyes right after her, then their bodies released yellow and green flames upward. The circle lit a white light that streamed through the lines, running across the planet. Across the seas, islands, and three continents that would end right at the Murdgen Palace. But before it could reach the throne where the Murdgen Queen was currently sitting, a witch man distantly appeared behind the sorceress, who fired his hands as he glared at them.

The witch was about to cast the fire when Adyna opened her eyes and immediately turned around, letting go of Athan's hands to hold the fire, a finger away from her chest, through her mind, and turned it into ash. And the light that ran through the lines vanished. The witch instantly recast the fire from his hands, but Adyna just turned it into ash as she twisted the witch's body to death.

As she turned to Athan, a sword pierced his heart from behind—from an old magician who laughed and stood among thousands of magicians, who surrounded the circle kilometers away.

Adyna caught Athan as he fell, bleeding from his mouth and his chest. She groaned when her tummy hurt with her legs on the sand and Athan in her arms. He tried to speak to her, but he couldn't until he stopped breathing, which made her begin to cry as she looked and looked at them.

She touched his chest with her fingers around the sword. "Come on! Come on, please! Come on," she couldn't heal him.

"She doesn't attack us," a sorcerer said, standing in the front row. "Why would she not?"

"Should we kill her now instead?" The young witch said behind him.

"She's losing her power," the mage said in front of them.

"Her baby?" The other mage asked. "Is it her baby?"

"Now she's weakened," a sorceress said as she confidently walked forward away. And she turned to them to say, "and the queen couldn't wait, I'll kill her first t-" She suddenly exploded.

They were all shocked, which also caught Adyna's attention by the sound created by the flesh explosion.

"Who did that?" A witchess anxiously asked, then a mage dropped dead as his soul was sipped out of his body and vanished.

It was followed by an instant, continuous death of every magician and deafening screeches that Adyna feared as she tightly wrapped Athan's body. She couldn't make them both disappear to leave.

When they were all dead on the sand, the enchantress who rules the croomns gradually appeared as she finished sucking the souls into her, as she was walking towards Adyna. 

As Adyna glared at her, she squatted down in her crystallized dress and touched Adyna's face. Adyna moved it away as she kept quiet, and the enchantress put her hand down.

"It's you..." the enchantress said. "You look just like her. But I'm going to take you from the queen. And, your baby, of course. You know, to be fair."

"Your majesty!" A witchess screamed as she crashed through the throne room's doors in the Murdgen Palace, which interrupted Queen Esofere from releasing the souls from her possession one by one, a trade with a winged devil for her immortality, who was standing behind her. "We've lost thousands! Terff took them all, including Larreis's daughter."

The queen and the devil just looked into the witchess's eyes without a blink.

The sun just rose above the horizon behind the Redgess Fortress, and there the enchantress watched over her new croomn subjects joining her army in every station. Behind her, there was the condemned unconscious Adyna, imprisoned in a magic nullification cell crystallized with lonsdaleite minerals.

The sky was suddenly covered by black and red flames that stopped the croomns and all looked up. The enchantress stood up and walked to the edge, where she yelled at her army, "Prepare!" Then everybody frantically prepared themselves, including the magical artillery.

She briskly went to the cell and held a rail that melted the crystallized cell down.

A sudden piercing sound that stopped the enchantress for seconds, then silence. When she turned around, the croomns' bodies were shrunk on the ground.

"You couldn't take her?" The queen asked, standing next to Adyna.

The enchantress turned around, and the queen continued, "You still believe you can beat me?"

"Well, can I?" The enchantress asked.

"Hm-hmm," the queen shook her head in disapproval, then she sucked the souls of Adyna and her baby.

The enchantress suddenly fell on her knees for the queen.

"Oh, please spare my-" the enchantress begged before her soul was also sipped by the queen.

The queen stepped out straightaway, then vanished along with the flame in the sky.

Thick snow covered the forest floor where the five-year-old son of Queen Esofere, the same prince who was in the past scenes, was flinging stones that broke the heads of thirteen snowmen he had built.

After he hit the last head, her sister, who was sitting on a smaller boulder, spoke to him, "That's quite a violent dream you had."

The prince walked away without a word, and then the princess rushedly followed him.

"You still don't have the ability?" The princess asked as they walked over the rocks and leaves. "Are you even trying?"

"Do you really care?" The prince asked in annoyance. "Don't worry, I'm refusing the crown."

"No, that's not... Ugh! Let's just go home." Using her hand, she generated a hazy portal ahead of them, then they walked into it.

The prince went out of the portal alone to his bedchamber, where he lazily lay on the bed with his face on it. He faced the vault and sighed, staring through me.

His sixth birthday came. The Murdgen family celebrated it in the royal court, where he sat next to his mother and sister.

As they were watching the magicians performing, the princess handed the prince a small glass bottle of liquid on his thigh under the table. She tapped and tapped it on him until he took it with his hand and looked at her.

"Drink it up later," the princess whispered. "My last gift."

The prince took a look at the bottle and immediately hid it when the queen glanced at him and at the princess.

Right after the prince's birthday celebration, at night, the prince crashed into his chamber and went to a wooden table by the wall. He took the bottle from his pocket with his left hand and used his right hand to make a grimoire appear from the table's surface. He turned to page after page until he found the page where the princess left a note saying, "Drink it up. That's the right poison I could ever find for you. Hope you won't get back. I'll be watching you, little brother."

He lifted the book and the bottle with his hands and uttered the sentence written on the same page, in a lower voice, saying, "Death is with me, a day of journey." Then he drank the poison up, and the substance quickly reacted as it streamed down his throat. He got dizzy as the table was thumped with the empty bottle, and it rolled and fell broken on the floor.

Before he even got back to his bed to lie down, he fell dead on the floor. His soul was detached from his body. He sat up and saw his dead body. He then excitedly stood up and drifted around his room as he could both touch and pass through any object. He tried to cross the closed window, but fear hit him for a moment when he saw how high he was from the shadowed ground as he flipped and turned in the air.

As he could see his older sister through the walls, as I can, the princess who walked from the corridor and entered his room had a delighted smirk when she saw him dead on the floor, then shut the door and left with a thrilled walk.

His soul vanished next to me, and he appeared in the very future where no particles were left, no souls and spirits. No realities. Just the two of us. Just an empty universe that the great black hole sucked his soul and me back to the past in reverse and at irrelevant speed. We were distortedly pulled through its magnetic force, bringing us back to a universe where I began to exist, where erns existed in the dark.

And through the same black hole, we were pulled again along with erns that brought us back to the present at the same speed. Back to his chamber, where his dead body lay on the floor. His soul lay on his body and brought it back to life.

He lamely stood up as he looked at his body, then he lay down, crossing his bed and staring at the vault with his green eyes as he breathed. He closed his eyes for a few seconds, then he sighed before he opened his eyes again and immediately got out of bed. He quickly dressed himself up in different attire in front of a dressing glass mirror that projected his reflection, then he stared into his eyes.