The Servant Of Chaos (WIP-New Part Every Monday/Friday)

Chapter XI | Part 2

The three tired magicians walked down the halls in silence, thinking only about sleeping and replenishing their lost energy. They strode through the monotone halls, giving the occasional turn and twist that they had come to know so well in their days residing at The Quarters.

They were just past the third turn when they came across a T section that signalized they were half-way through their journey from and to the library. To get to their lounges, they had to turn left at the T section and turn right a few minutes after that.

Caleb stopped dead in his tracked and patted the pockets of his shirt.

"Crap, guys. I left my grimoire at the library," Caleb said, "gotta run."

He turned around and headed off in the opposite direction, turning back around the corner and disappearing into the walls with only the echo of his steps left behind.

Synthia furrowed her brows and crossed her arms. She bit her lips with curiosity and pondered about it in her mind.

She internally cursed and turned to Tyler. "Oh, bloody luck," she lied quietly, patting her shoulders incredulously, "I left my grimoire, too. I gotta go get it. You good to get there on your own?"

Tyler raised an eyebrow but conceded. "Sure," he said, "not as little as I used to be, mom." He continued down the hall and turned to the left, leaving Synthia behind.

She waited for his footsteps to complete fade in the distance before she pulled her grimoire from out of her outfit's straps. The brunette flipped through the pages and quickly found a section titled "Cloaking Spells". She read through a few and pinpointed the one she needed.

"Invisibre corpus." Immediately, her hands began to become translucent, fading into the same colors as the environment beyond. In a matter of seconds, there was only a floating grimoire in the middle of the hall. She quickly stuffed it into a pocket and it went invisible, too.

Synthia tiptoed over to the corner and looked at it, having to remind herself that she was invisible and didn't need to hide behind the wall. At the back of the hall stood Caleb, checking his watch.

A few minutes passed and she stood there, wondering what he was waiting for. Suddenly, he got up from his leaning position and continued down the halls with a quiet step. Synthia avoided being touched as he made his way to the T section, where he pondered for a couple of seconds before turning right.

Synthia waited a couple of seconds too and quietly rushed behind him, feeling like a predator stalking its prey.

Caleb stopped in the middle of the hall and looked at the brick wall, staring into it with the same view as if looking at something far away. Truth is, he looked stupid.

He pressed his hand against a brick on the wall and whispered, "Porta."

The bricks on the wall started to rearrange just like they did when Anaya ordered them to lead her into a new room. Synthia gaped incredulously while Caleb simply waited for the bricks to rearrange into the shape of an arched doorway.

From inside the entrance beamed a golden light and an aroma so sweet she couldn't describe, but aside from that, she didn't have much perspective into the room.

The second the entrance was done reforming Caleb took a step and inside and muttered another command.

"Claudere." The bricks instantly began to rearrange themselves into the seamless wall they had been. Synthia opened her eyes wide in realization and ran toward the entrance but was too late. The doorway was once again a flat wall of bricks.

"What the hell are you up to, Caleb?" She whispered to herself.

Defeated, the sorceress strode through the halls and toward her room to rest. She would find out tomorrow, she told herself.