Malva knew it from the very beginning that she wasn't going to last long without her siblings. It's nothing regarding their strength and life as one entity. It wasn't that she wasn't independent. If it was up to her, she would've withdrawn herself from everyone from the start, but there was a reason why she couldn't. She could never live alone without going insane. Not now. And maybe, not ever. Not after what she's gone and been through. The dried tears that stained her pale complexion has been there since a few hours ago. The Aspect of Magic did not bother to wipe it away, and left it be as she descended into the state of being a broken girl. Hugging her knees as she shivered under the pre-winter weather, where she wore only one layer of a dark blue dress, it was almost the first time since forever that she felt the cold. She grew up in North America that was Atlanta when she was a Fae, and hailed from the cold harsh Russia, so the cold didn't bother her as much. But now, she could feel every single tingle.

Her room was a mess. Books and parchments were scattered all around the spacious space. The windows were wide open; the cold wind blowing through the curtains from the balcony and into the room. There were also a few broken glasses on the floor alongside broken paintings that had their fair share of blood staining it like a new addition of paint. Unfortunately, the room wasn't the only thing that was a mess. The person that is Malva Ailward who looked nothing more than a traumatized puppy, was hugging her knees as she settled down on the carpeted floor, trembling in what could seem to be fear and distraught. Her slightly lighter shade of hair was unkempt and her hands were also stained with blood. She knew she should've known better better than to attempt that on her own, without anyone being present for backup. Without anyone that would bring her back. Without anyone that could bring her back. And most importantly, without anyone that could comfort her. 

She was sure she would've been so far gone if she didn't try to get herself out in the last minute. The Russian born woman was too deep in her thoughts to notice that she was in fact, drifting away. The tears began to stream down her puffy cheeks, for it resumed its pace when the dragon covered her face with both hands and cried some more. Malva couldn't remember the last time she had been so affected and scared. All that anger dissipated and was replaced by a monumental moment of contempt.

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8 hours earlier...

Malva has been away from Evermore ever since she had a new personal mission that required her utmost attention. And by personal, it meant that it wasn't known to her siblings. She has been venturing back and forth to Atlanta for the past week. Yet she wasn't anywhere near closer to where she was supposed to be. It caused the Aspect of Magic to be very distressed and has been then, trying to do everything she could that was within her power. But now she was back in Evermore, specifically her room, where she has been busy searching for god knows what. She's been too deprived off proper and decent healthiness for a while and it was starting to take its effects on the Aspect. However, an hour later, she found the item she sought out. There, it was laid before her eyes, the ancient book that contained all the dark arts that were quite the malpractice back in the early centuries; especially the late 15th century. It was exactly the very thing she needed for references to aid her current search.

Breaking off the boundary spell that kept the grimoire sealed for centuries long, Malva opened the first page and began to skim through the old pages. Her steely blue hues were analyzing the book carefully, Because if she wasn't careful, she could end up getting a bit too immersed in it and she does not want that to ever occur in her lifetime. The Aspect of Magic was inexplicably weak and incompetent when it comes to dark magic and she finds it burdensome when she needed to intervene directly.

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Long story short, the flaxen haired Ailward didn't expect for her magic to backfire on her so aggressively since it has never happened before, without any notice. And she was then thrust into the world where darkness looms over, in her head. She felt the effect taking up to her and spent hours trying to evade them. But it was her own terrors, how could she truly get rid of it. It will always be there. She called out for her siblings, but most specifically, she had called out the person who had witnessed this side of her beforehand; Aureus. Malva had probably woken him up from the small sleep he could have as she called for him loudly in his mind. The Aspect of Magic curled herself up in the corner as she tried to close her eyes shut and push every thoughts away that was plaguing her.

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The shivers she experienced were inevitable, such as the moment. There was no escaping so easily and only this time, she wasn't sure if she could properly get her head back into the game of reality before letting the waves wash her off, leaving her to her ultimate doom-- the start of her own untimely demise. It was only unfortunate that it had chosen this time of all times to strike, as if it knew how vulnerable she was to amount those attacks without having the same power to retaliate in the same manner. Despite her attempts to keep her eyes shut in pushing all those nightmares from protruding her head like sharpened needles, she only managed to wince occasionally because it truly did hurt. If it was possible to bleed over them, she was sure it would've happened by now. Malva kept being bombarded with a sack filled with bad memories of her past, and now, figments of her torturous future. What else hasn't she bagged up already, at this point.

There was a nauseous bile that was restricted under her throat and it really wasn't helping the lack of air she's been getting. But it sure wasn't coming from the winter cold weather gracing its presence in her room, mentally and physically-- Malva Ailward was utterly and incorrigibly exhausted. Repeating her eldest brother's name was only the small hint that she needed someone to come to her room and shake off her state, no matter how mild it might be. The Aspect of Magic was sure, that she only needed someone to keep her anchored to the reality that she's at. Just for a little while longer. The moment her door was opened, she had her half-lidded gaze on the door. Aureus’ silhouette was one she recognized very distinctly, much like the rest of her siblings. Her attentive gaze was however, averted away as she tried to stop the jittering in her bones. She could hear the clock that was hung across the room, ticking, as if everything else didn't matter in the current space.  

Constance was up on her feet as fast as it could take her and was growling lowly towards Aureus, to which Malva couldn't even be bothered to tell her off this time. The now- 7 month old Siberian tiger cub wasn't really intimidating as she appeared to be, considering how much the middle Ailward Aspect spoiled her. Still just as lethal as her built, but unless there was any real danger, she was to stay at her spot so no actual harm would've befell her brother. When the Aspect of Time wrapped a blanket around her, she only shuddered against his touch before tugging on it firmly to cover herself up. She knew she would need to answer anything that he asked her, because lying wasn't really an option for her, at the moment. Whilst trying to steady her breath from her uneven pace previously, Malva was able to keep a standard one soon enough. Her tear-stained eyes made her blue hues look more twinkling under the moonlight that shone through the balcony.

Without much to speak at first, she only nodded towards the book that was sprawled out near her. Granted, there was a few others scattered on the floor just as well, but the particular book that was close to her by only a few centimeters, was exuding a rather negative energy around it. The book was intricately designed; with the spine of the book carved out amazingly with handcrafted skills, and the words surrounding every single page under every bottom of it. It was written coarsely on the book cover ‘Blood Magic'. Now why would Malva attempt such a powerful and volatile form of magic that hasn't been practiced since the late 15th century? There could only mean one thing-- she was trying to understand it, and in order to understand them in a deeper and spiritual level, she needed to connect with it. Worst case scenario, she should be able to feel the magic spiraling out from her, but unfortunately she didn't. Hence, the result of her current state.

“I tried to delve myself back into the ancient teachings.. I didn't think it would be too much for me.” One thing known to everyone else; Malva was rarely a giving up person. She doesn't try to evade from all possibilities, and though disappointing as it may be, she was actually persistent enough to get through it. She doesn't know how to stop. Period.

It wasn't as if she never expected this to happen. It was only a matter of time when she first noticed the signs stepping up its game a while ago. What she did not expect however, was just how badly the impact travels. It was like it sunk the teeth on her and made sure both her legs and hands were tied up invisibly. There was currently no escape route for her. The only possible way there was for her to escape its dark clutches was to go through it and come back the hard way. When Aureus wrapped his arms around her to calm herself, she didn't protest. Malva only clamped her mouth shut and said nothing as she stared right ahead. It wasn't until she could feel the lips brushing against her head featherly that she allowed the tears to resume its pace. It kept flowing for reasons even she couldn't comprehend.

She gave up trying to understand why she did this or that. If only the translucent tears would not mix into the mess she made earlier. Her blood was everywhere and it was clear that she hasn't even tried to close her wound because both her palms seemed wounded. Her sapphire hues were fixated on her right palm when she came into contact with it as she tried to control her breathing. This was harder than she thought. It was as if she could hear her own voice ringing in her ears. “As an individual, we should be mindful of who we give our blood to. In the supernatural world, don't trust people as easily as you should.” It was mellow and soft, reminding herself very much of how fragile her voice actually sounded originally. The voice of the girl who's been through her own forced actions. Malva didn't know what to make of it. But she knew it was a warning, though it felt like it was mocking her state.

From the corner of her eyes, she could see Constance looming. Her teeth sheathed and growling lowly towards Reus. The Siberian cub was slowly growing and it wasn't only the physical growth making a mark, her ferocity increased. From the tone of his voice, she knew she's probably gonna get an hour long lecture this way and she's not even complaining at this point. It was her fault for meddling into the dark arts without precaution. Again. Aureus had every reason to chide her, especially when he knew exactly what happened to her 400 years ago that resulted her trauma when it comes to dark energy being used in magic in general. It was the very reason she strayed away from the path of utilizing them. She wasn't weak around them, it was the opposite. The temptations, the voices, everything. If anything, Mal felt a lot more stronger around it, every branch rooting slowly into her.

Perhaps that was why she closed away the door that leads to that option; because she's afraid. She shouldn't like it, but she did. One taste of it was all she needed to delve into them. What's worse was that she went as far as to learn the old ways, and not just dark arts in general. The ancient arts that their ancestors stopped practicing around late 15th century, for a reason. “I know.. I know I said that. But I thought I could try again. It's been a while, Reus.. I can't keep pushing it away because of one trauma.” Oh she knew it was more than just a trauma but if that's what she wanted to tell herself, so be it. “I was trying to get familiar with it. So I can understand it.” But the mess her room was in and herself included stated it didn't went well.

Malva has always had a tendency to push everyone else away, it became colloquial that at some point, no one bothered to try and pry anymore, much to her relief. People have secrets, and she's not excluded from it. Her secrets will end up eating her someday, and whilst she knew that, she couldn't afford to think about the consequences that will follow afterwards. That is for the future, not the present. She should focus on the things firsthand before attempting to handle the others. Aureus was one of the least people she would come for right now, and it's not because she's not close to him because she is. Aureus was perhaps the closest brother she had, there were nights when she always came to him for help regarding her sleep and problems, but do not let that fool you, they had a lot arguments in general. She works closely with him and him with her, but there were plenty of differences personally that they couldn't push aside. She couldn't count just how many times they've scolded and chastised one another ever since they met each other.

She didn't expect him to come to her aid when she needed him truthfully, Malva was just calling out for him because that's the closest person that came to her mind earlier. And he came. Hearing her eldest brother's chiding, the Aspect of Magic lowered her gaze and looked down with a cloud of shame towering above her. Of course she knew that. Mal couldn't bring herself to speak anything because her airstream felt constricted all of sudden and she wasn't sure if she had any answer for the Aspect of Time on hand. Should she tell him the truth? Was there any point of hiding this away from the person who's helped her through this same exact problem centuries ago?

Magic in general is very volatile, she knows that better than most people, and yet here she is treading through them without any backup plans had anything occur. “I want to talk about it.. But it's hard. Reus, I don't feel like myself anymore. Each day passes and I can feel my control over magic slipping away bit by bit.” She sounded her main worry, careful not to mention too much of the specifics in fear of what he would think of her. The last thing Mal wanted was to pose herself in another light. “And I don't know why that's happening. At first, I thought I've been slacking. That I needed to come in terms and tune myself with the nature, to come back mending the solidarity ties between them, but it's not just that. Something's wrong, I know I'm not the only one who could feel it” she coughed, catching his hues with her own, the dried tears that was mixed with her own blood making its home on her cheeks and hands. The problem was that she had no idea where to start.

“It's been bothering me for a while now. It's growing and it's becoming more frequent.” It was clear that this was bothering her immensely to the point where she's slowly falling down in cracks. That trauma from 400 years ago still haunted her and she wasn't sure why she hasn't ask Reus to wipe it off her memories, perhaps the guilt would keep her awake either way. And it's better to acknowledge what you did wrong rather than to run around in circles searching for it. “But I can't just stay still and do nothing, Reus. It'll affect me, and it's only a matter of time before I act recklessly again” she whispered, her voice hoarse from all the screaming and crying earlier. “And what I just did? It proves how incompetent I've become. If I can't understand it and come to terms with it, then I'm of no use if there's a dark force coming. You know that as well as I do, don't deny it” she pressed, her tone harsh but vulnerable at the same time. They were people yes, but the sole reason why they exist until today was because of their responsibilities so to see them putting it before everything else, it wasn't foreign.

Clasping his hand with both her hands, her lips curved into a thin-lipped smile, the bitterness behind it looming ever so slightly. “You'll never lose me, you guys will always find a way to bring me back.” Supposedly they shouldn't have to, because bringing her back was no easy task and they have their own problems. But she needs to do this. She had to. Malva had to try. “The moment I am branded competent, how long do you think it'll take before they consider me broken and replace me?” she asked, knowing fully well that Reus would understand what she's asking, who they are. Their services are all to the gods, forever and always. Understandable too because they don't need someone so unstable to keep holding to such position. Imagine what she could do with her god-given abilities? Just the mere thought of it scares her to oblivion. “I don't want to go..” For once in her life, she actually wanted to stay a little while longer.

Was her faith over her family so little? No. Of course, not. Malva thinks the world of her family and she knew they knew that too, even if she doesn’t showcase it every so often these days, they’ll know it in their hearts that the Aspect of Magic does put them in high regard in her heart. These days, everyday sounds painful enough for Malva to get through, it was slowly beginning to feel like a chore, somewhat.  The only thing reminding her to keep fighting is her family and her responsibilities because she doesn’t get to put down her mantle so easily after a long day and leave them. It doesn’t work that way, but even if she doesn’t want to do that, it’s likely that she might get stripped away if she doesn’t measure up to her God-given abilities very soon. That scares her to oblivion, and she wondered if that thought ever crossed her siblings’ head, perhaps, Aureus?

Whenever she felt going through this emotional dilemma mess, Malva remembered who she was; she’s just a girl, who was no more than stepping into her early adulthood and less than even the 20s when she was executed, and still her vessel was the same that day, only her mind evolved. But there was only so far to the extent of her mind could go and despite it being one of the most powerful weapons she had they tried to rank it, it’s very vulnerable and still prone to attacks, namely emotional ones. They had argued so many times, her and Reus, but at the end of the day, he would be the sibling she would scurry to whenever she was in doubts with herself or had trouble trying to keep up. It’s always been that way ever since the beginning. So it was no surprise to find him being the one to console the Aspect of Magic in her room when she’s at her weakest.

Reassuring words always helped, but there was only so much they can do to her, feeling it is not the same in hearing, that is the case for her. She likes hearing consolation and words of reassurance but would that make her feel better beyond her heartache? No. “Believe me, brother. I have no want in going down that road again, but what can I actually do to prevent something that’s already considered inevitable?” she quipped softly, her tone remaining solemn and timid, feeling as if she’s cowering from the weight of the entire world. For the past few months, and coming back in a larger number than she’s ever seen, diviners were getting killed left and right, and when she tried to send people to investigate the roots of it, they came back blank.

Like the diviners never existed in the first place, and while it’s easier to fool others who’s never knew them to exist, it’s different with Malva, who could feel their magic, their energy, and then one day, it dimmed slowly before eventually, going out of power, much like the electric generator. There were strong energy level readings across the world, but due to a few circumstances, Mal wasn’t able to venture there herself personally, but no matter how many guards she sent with her portals, neither one of them came back with a report that satisfied her. There’s no way no magic could be read there, Malva could sense it all the way from Evermore, yet no one else could, which really aggravated her to a point where she’s more prone to lashing out. “So you felt it too…” she trailed off weakly, averting her gaze away from the carpeted floor and to meet her eldest brother’s own bright hues that always seemed to tell a story about the Aspect of Time.

“Are we really supposed to let them pass just like that, then? I’ve been so bothered by too little from one part and too much from the other,” Reus knew what she was talking about, Mal was talking about the magic radiating off the globe, it wasn’t supposed to be a tipping off scale from either side since that’s what she’s here for, to ensure balance is kept and achieved. Yet she could not do a thing about it because she wasn’t even sure where they originated from. With the current fluctuation of hospital cases, it wasn’t helping her paranoia. “I want to come to you guys, but really, if all you’re going to see is this shell of a broken person whining and wailing, is there really a motive behind the visit? We have so much more pressing matters to attend to, Reus.” Of course, she would say that it sounds just like Malva to deny others’ help and try to solve it on her own, and maybe it works when it’s on her own elements, but this time, no. This time, it’s more than just her element.

“The best way to fight fire is with the fire itself, you know that. I can’t even get in touch with my light without struggling anymore, and that’s saying something, you know I don’t play with dark magic. Yet I can perform them so much better than my ‘supposed’ forte. Doesn’t that tell me something? Perhaps the only reason why I’ve been terrible at controlling the other end is that I didn’t embrace it and instead, chose to push it away, denying the other half when I sure as hell know I’m not supposed to be in the vicinity of light only.” There was some sense to what she’s saying, but Malva was way too unstable to be trying anything right now. A situation where she’s better off with no magic than leaning towards the other. “My purpose is to fix things, but I can’t even fix myself, how am I supposed to account for other beings associated with magic now?!” she snapped and took a while to relieve that off her, casting a rather apologetic look towards her brother. That wasn’t supposed to happen. No wonder it’s unhealthy to keep things pent up.

As he lifted her chin to meet her eyes, her glossy icy blue hues meet his own, and Malva clenched her jaw slightly. “Then what would you say if I say I’m done now?” She’s testing the waters, but she’s always playing with dangerous waters. Here she was, slowly questioning her own siblings. It occurred to her, that she’s been holding to the gods for so long, pleading and asking them for direction every night, but her pleas went unheard. “What about me then? Who’s my enemy? Is it myself? Because I can’t see it any other way now.”

She was suffering. She was miserable. She could feel every single emotion seeping into her slender body. Malva felt downright weak and was so close to the small breaking point right there on the spot. The Aspect of Magic has been pacing back and forth in her spacious dark room since morning and now dusk previously settled in hours ago. The clock that was hung on the wall had struck the number 11, indicating it was already well past 11 pm. Covering her face with both her hands, she found herself leaning against the wall. Multiple books of the dark arts were sprawled open before her with a few parchments crumpled after being scribbled on. So when Aureus found her in her condition like that, she felt like everything just fell down, bricks kept raining above the Aspect and for once in her life, she felt utterly helpless. She's been looking back at it for a while since yesterday, the whole concept of trying to reconnect with her magic was a failure for Malva when she kept pushing her inner voice away. 

Everyone knew the Aspect of Magic held a distaste toward dark magic, even when they also had plenty of dark diviners in the guard. The temptation eats her up. She had a feeling that just pushed her to do it. And it was rare for her not to do anything nor deny what her instincts are telling her to do. It was possibly one of the many things she actually followed. She was actually close to trying it again even after multiple times failing on it, had it not been to Reus interfering, if she calls it one. To say she was stressed would be an understatement, because she wouldn't even be surprised if she grew crazy because of this one thing. Thankfully the fire didn't eat up her own conscience, only her thoughts. Which was weird. But since they live in a highly questionable supernatural world, nothing comes as a surprise anymore. Malva decided to do one more try before giving up for today. Yes, for today. Hearing Reus’ advice however, did swerve her the other way. Should she be following what he said? There was a clear reason to why Mal always seemed to argue with the eldest Ailward yet always being the first to rush to his aid and agree with whatever he had to say at the end of the day.

 “It must be fun…” she murmured faintly, her throat was scratchy and it felt like she could throw up again if there was anything else inside her to even throw up on, “You can wear gloves and stop hearing the voices because you don’t need to have another episode of seeing people’s memories again. I wish I am granted the option to do that. I don’t want to hear them... “ it was one of the side-effects of not being able to wield her element properly, her staff was enchanted into her amethyst pendant, a pendant she always wore which meant she couldn’t just take it off randomly some day. She had been rather young when she first met him, and it was no doubt that he viewed her the same as what her age used to be. The tired outlook that paid her exhaustion due was making her look slightly older, and it wasn’t the kind of mature look she wished to have. Not like this. “Let’s be real, Reus… you could’ve lost me 400 years ago.” That awful accident that never left her head still haunted the Aspect of Magic until today, that much was clear about it. “I would’ve given up too then…” it was almost inaudible but she was sure with the small proximity between them, he could hear her. 

“Can’t I find a way to lock this memory away? I did it once, it lasted for a while… I can’t keep living like this Reus” she wishes it was easy for her to just pick it up and move on because that’s what people do, but it’s hard when she still blames herself for it since it came directly from her, especially combined with the fact that the unbalance that is happening right now. “I feel like sometimes I’m drowned...then the next morning I’m in a scorching desert. It feels like a climate change inside my own body, the voices kept ringing too and I don’t even know where they came from, at this point I’m not surprised if I start going crazy” she grumbled, shaking her head a bit while massaging her temple, when Reus spoke about how much she needed especially at times like this, she wanted to retort so bad but there were some truth to it. Of course. Reus knew her the best, she could never hide anything from him, it was probably because she kept to him the most when they first met. That traveled till today. That was enhanced even more so when he talked about playing with fire, she hated it when he was right. 

“God I hate it when you’re right…I don’t know what to think, Reus… I used to be fine, I did my best to stray away from dark magic but now suddenly out of nowhere, things are popping out from north and south, east and west… I can’t even tap into my light magic to even make a flower bloom for more than a minute before it wilts and turned into dust. That obviously speaks a lot of volume there” with the strain accentuating her tone, Mal was immensely stressed by the current circumstances. This wasn’t supposed to happen. Magic shouldn’t be complicated like this, at least not to her. “Why is all of this happening right now?” She couldn’t bear the pain that was hitting her, she felt like she eventually wind up at an empty end every time she turns to a new corner and holding the title felt more of a burden now more than ever. His answer regarding her possible passing and departure made the tears that brimmed grew even more steadfast, she didn’t like seeing her siblings upset. Neither one of them deserved that, they should’ve had the chance to be happy, not to wallow like this. 

“I can’t leave now… I’m not gonna stay forever but-” with a deep breath, she sighed heavily as she leaned her head backward in a tired manner, “not now… not when the entire world is against us. We’ll fix this… then we’ll talk.” Mal knew all of them hated feeling so helpless and ambiguous. Every road and path seemed too vague now and holding on the nearest sanity was an option they had to take. “Whoever it is that’s tampering with the flow of magic, they better hope I don’t find them because they don’t want to meet me” a tired grumble escaped her as she moved aside to wrap her arms around the Aspect of Time and hugged him. “At least I know I’ll still have people to look out for me” pulling back to look back at him, the brunette narrowed her bright hues at the male, “But if I go crazy, you’re… not gonna lock me up in an asylum, right?”

Sanity had been an issue they have long talked about since the dawn of time, at least, sincere their creation and resurrection. This wasn't her first rodeo inside sanity lane, in fact, she was perfectly fine so long ago but was still bothered by plenty of other unwanted forces that ended up messing with the Aspect of Magic. She remembered the first time she encountered such a problem with her element, it was the second century into her service as an Aspect. The first time she managed to discover the old book of connective magic buried in the grounds of Mycenae Citadel located in Greece. How happy she was, only to reel herself into a path of insanity when she began to pose a threat to her own self when the dark magic contained inside started to tempt her. Reus had been one of the first, no, he was the first that found her in her shriveled form, trembling in cold, fearing that the worst may have yet to come and when it does, it's going to take her down.

 "I know I'm not the only one suffering, Reus" she sighed, of course she knew that, over the course of the past few months, she had seen the aftermath and effects of the imbalance on her siblings; her brothers and sisters. They had to suffer the pain too but Mal couldn't help but to think that she is a bit weaker compared to them when it comes down to her own element, simply because the purple dragon was prone to temptation and it has long been her one true enemy since she was birthed into this world. It was precisely the reason why she chose to keep herself straying away from the dark, she wouldn't handle those even if she could. "My magic is all fuzzy now… and the only way to get back to this… Well the only way that I could think of, is to reconnect with my magic. That will take some time, it's not an easy process either. A pilgrimage is not something I can afford to do right now… but I can't fix or mend the rupture if I don't have a connection with my magic."

 At this point, it was clear Malva was distressed that her abilities weren't sparking up and worries that it would lead to a far bigger fallout if she kept delaying them.  "400 is a long time ago yes… but how can you expect me to live my life like nothing happened when the living proof of my mess is still here? That she is still alive and living well? Maybe I shouldn't think like this but if she had died… maybe that'll ease me up. Maybe then I'd know that she didn't have to carry the burden of that curse till this day" she hissed, the unfortunate soul that suffered her end had been an immortal, a friend of hers, well, former...  And she is still living till this day. Locking her memories was one option she could easily take but for how long will she be able to keep them locked? "I just don't know what to do now, Reus… I feel lost. Empty, even." She had been mulling over the fact that she also felt something for the city's defense general, a guy she should not have sought out given her history with his predecessors. She could get him killed again but the longing feeling inside her heart was making it hard for her to ignore. 

"Well to whoever it is that is messing with us, they're succeeding because I feel like I'm going to go crazy at this point. These voices… they kept bothering me, " she grumbled, whenever she had tried to do even the simplest of magic, they would hinder her by spouting nonsense in her ears and she wished it was as easy as said to ignore them. His words didn't escape her notice, Malva stood there with her gaze glossed over while taking in every word Reus had to say. He wasn't wrong… she shouldn't stop herself like this. But god knows how much energy she still has left in her body to pick herself up for a fight. "Sometimes I wish people would leave us the hell alone… as if the fall of the Isle wasn't bad enough," she sighed heavily and faced him, "Do you think whoever did this to us had something to do with tragic fall of our home?" She bit her lip because she understood how she would never be able to see just how broken her brother could be when his wife passed away. Her death had been a triggering event for them all. 

"Honestly… I don't think I'll ever be ready… but, I know one thing for a fact, that I shouldn't give up so early into the fight." That was better than most of the thoughts she had inside her head. "I want to reconnect with my magic… I have to, that'd be my first step to find out who did this to us and make them pay." Vengeful is not a word she'd use to describe herself but she would go through hell and back just to make sure the people she loves and cares would continue to strive. "We should really have an annual dinner one day… it's been like forever since our last one. I missed our guards… I missed how harmonious we used to be..." 

Despite the wisdom she seemed to display over the centuries, it was not a surprise to find that the Aspect of Magic is indeed someone who was still trying to cope with all her failures. It had meant that she couldn’t accept them as well as she thought she would, even the sins of her past of aiding Reus in locking the Celestials away over a century ago had haunted her until today. “I loved it once, you know…” she started, as a diviner, Mal recalled loving what she could do, she would often heal the plants and use them for herbal remedies. The Aspect of Magic had been a big fan of traditional magic because it was what they practiced long ago, and had grown to be an expert when it comes to alchemy because of it. “I still loved it even after I became an Aspect. The endless energy I could make use of… it’s fascinating and I know every diviner would love to be where I was at. But nothing comes without a price, huh?” she laughed bitterly, it was almost as if the world was trying to mock them. How could she go from someone who had magic at the tip of her fingers to the person she is today? All the knowledge was deemed useless to her if she couldn’t find a way to reconnect herself to the nature of it. “It’s nice to hear that I’m not alone though… thanks” It really helped. “That’s just it though, isn’t it Reus? People inside this house know me better than most but I can’t even enlist their help because I’m afraid of failing them.” 

Mal always held a certain level of herself, she didn’t want to disappoint people. “We have to own it up, the mistakes we’ve done… we have to prove it to them that we’re doing better but right now, I’m not sure how we could do it. I can’t see it, not gonna lie… when I take a look, all I could see if a shroud of darkness covering our sights. I don’t know who caused the fall of the Isle, all I know is that they used Celestial energy combined with whatever they’ve concocted to carry the evil deed out.” And she realized that it was out of her area. “No wonder I couldn’t even track anything, not even a debris. Celestials are not of this earth, they’re… universal beings, extraterrestrial if anything. It’s why I couldn’t trace anything to it, whatever was mixed into the connection, it dulled the effects and aftermath of the dark magic used to bring down the Isle” Unfortunately, that meant an almost dead end until anything else from that surfaces.

 “I’m frustrated because whoever this person was, whoever they are, they seem to know my work well enough to fool me. So you can understand why I feel like I can’t trust anyone… I still haven’t pushed away the doubt that it could also be an inside work because the barrier Ven placed, it’s not something you can trick easily. So someone managed to get inside or there was already someone from inside being manipulated…” And they have no idea if that person went suicide bomber or escaped just in time and went back to his ranks. “You could be right, Evermore is more peaceful compared to everywhere else in the world, sure, but it’s no Isle of Skye, that island is what we’ve built together, there were remnants of all our elements there. It was meant to be a fortified place but now that it’s gone, they will be able to attack us easier. What’s confusing me is why haven’t they done anything? I mean… no offense, but there hasn’t been much of an attack lately, aside from us going crazy ourselves.” 

It feels like they were playing a game of cat and mouse. Much to her fury, Malva had a short fuse so she was aggravated by the wait. Mal scooted nearer and squeezed his hand comfortingly, “We’ll find those people… and we’ll rain hell on them when we do. They just picked a fight with us dragons and I know we always make sure to send a message on what we do best… we just need to be patient and focused on piecing up these information” It seemed so much bigger than she thought, which was what frightened her. “What if they knew me, Reus? They left me at a dead end when it comes to tracing which is… hard to do. The usage of Celestial energy is also a very brilliant tactic, we’re facing someone who is very knowledgeable and I can tell you that we have every right to be afraid.” 

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