I am standing back in the guild hall, in the center of the room, with Haron and Namira on either side of me. All three of us are staring at Ravon’s luggage as it slides to a halt behind her. It looks like a huge platform you would see in a hardware store carrying around a bunch of heavy merchandise, but it moves around on its own, strapped to the wizard who is using it by a thin long cord that attaches at the wrist. The machine is what we like to call a magic dolly. The cord, attached to Ravon’s wrist, actually drains out some of her magical energy to be used to move the dolly. It is really only effective with powerful wizards with lots of magical energy. Being an X-class wizard, Ravon has more than enough to spare to use one.
And boy did she need to use one. I swear there had to be at least fifty suit-cases stacked and tied down on the top of that thing, “So…much…luggage…” All three of us say at once, gawking at the huge mountain before us. Ravon smiles a little, pretending not to hear us.
Leon walks up next to her, nothing but a small carry on strapped across his body, swinging gently on his right hip. For once, the tall, slender, muscular boy seems to be actually wearing some clothes.
He is wearing a long, dark blue coat with a white fur lining, with some heavy snow boots over black cargo pants. I know that under his coat he is wearing a tight fitting, dark blue shirt with cut off sleeves. It’s no wonder he is always stripping down; he had to be hot in that coat.
Then Cameron stumbles through the guild doors. As normal, he is wearing his combat training armor. It’s nothing but baggy, dark green gi pants with a dark black belt wrapped tightly around his hips. No shoes on his feet, no shirt on his body, and nothing but a strip of cloth around his forehead to keep the mass amounts of brick red hair out of his face. His upper body was cut with scars from training, but it never seemed to bother him. His guild symbol was a dark red, right on the side of his thick, muscular, shoulder.
Right behind him, skidding and sliding to keep up is Tasha, a back pack strapped to her and late as usual. Tight blue jeans inside of brown leather boots. She always wears a different colored tank top under a brown leather jacket. Her long braid of honey blonde hair is flying like a dragon’s tail behind her as she skids to a halt next to Haron.
I count them one by one, making sure all of us were here. After reaching 7, I turn around and head for the guild doors, “Let’s hit the road.” I mutter, pushing one of the large oak doors open and heading out into the street.
This is Lionsprite’s most powerful team. The Angle of Darkness, the Crusher, the Blizzard, the Demon Queen, the Thunder Bolt, the Queen of the Elements, and the Warrior. Our names are feared amongst those belonging to dark guilds.
Dark guilds are black magic guilds formed by the evil men and woman who wish to use their sorcery for evil. Most of the time, they skulk in the shadows, occasionally robbing or stealing, only to be brought down by local law enforcement. Dark sorcerers were usually the left-overs who weren’t allowed to join a sorcerer guild for one reason or another. Lionsprite sorcerers rarely ran into any dark sorcerers who were powerful enough to bother with.
That was soon about to change.
We started off our journey on foot, heading out of Galaciana (the city where the Lionsprite guild hall lies) and making our way to the town of Urbane, where I rented a magical vehicle to take us the rest of the way to our final destination. A magical vehicle is a lot like a magic dolly. A wizard attaches a cord that drains their magic energy to be used to power the vehicle. There is everything there is in a normal car: steering wheel, three rows of seats, and gas and brake petals, except that the car is a much cleaner source of energy that gives out no emissions.
“So, where are we headed Ravon?” I ask the tall, willowy girl as she climbs into the row of seats right behind my own seat. I strap the cord to my wrist and look back.
She slides into the seat next to the window and says, “We are headed for the city of Roselia.” Just hearing her say Roselia makes me want to sneeze.
Roselia is the called the City of Roses. It is nestled cozily between the mountains of Dark and Light. It is a small, cute, little city and is surrounded by fields and fields of pink and red roses. These fields of beautiful flowers grow inside the city, as well as for miles around it, giving it its name.
After everyone clambers inside of the car, I press the gas pedal hard and speed off out of Urbane to the North towards the mountains of Dark and Light. It appears the circumstances of this mission keep getting worse for me. First, I have to take a stupid mission, and then I have to travel to a city of flowers. I hate flowers.
“Hey, Avana, slow down or you will waste all of your magical energy before we even get there!” Haron yells to me. I only then realize how extremely fast I am going. The faster I go the more energy the car sucks up, almost like guzzling gasoline.
So, I let my foot off the gas a little and look out the window for a moment, only to see hundreds and hundreds of red and pink roses coating rolling hills that dip up and down like waves. We were getting close now.
I tell my companions this and everyone starts looking out the windows at all of the lovely roses. Ravon didn’t seem terribly fascinated, but Tasha was almost ecstatic, “Ooo, they’re so pretty!” She exclaims, her palms and face pressed against the glass of the window.
Ravon rolls her eyes, “You’re such a blonde.” I hear her sigh. I click my tongue impatiently, my nose already infuriated by the thick, sweet scent wafting over the air. From there an argument between Ravon, Tasha, and Namira commences and they bicker back and forth like children.
Then Haron chimes in, “Be quiet and pay attention!” He roars at all three of them, his gravelly voice rising over their own like a lion. Immediately, there is silence, and I feel the shock and awe wafting from the three of them as they eye Haron in fear.
While the young man is normally level headed, once aggravated, he can be a formidable opponent. It was a smart idea to shut up when he told you to. Just hearing the peaceful silence made the ride a much more enjoyable time, even with my nose tingling.
Finally, I stopped the car just outside of Roselia. Inside, the streets are barely wide enough for a car, and with all the people, it would be a much better idea to simply walk.
“Everybody out.” I growl, undoing the band around my wrist and climbing out of the car.
We had finally reached the city of Roselia. We are halfway there. Now, all we have to do is find this stupid client, complete the actual mission, and I would be free from this smelly cage of beauty.