(BOOK 1 in the Ermand Chisel series)
Since the time he had remembered, Ermand had to frequently encounter a series of sinister and blood-curdling dreams, and they weren't merely nightmares. When he receives an invitation to join Agledon Magic Univer...
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Since the voice had helped him before, Ermand thought that if he listened to it, he wouldn't have to regret afterwards.
"Get out!" He shouted.
Mrs. Chisels' eyes widened upon Ermand's sudden action.
"Wha-what are you talking about, Ermie?"
"Jack! Jason! Is dad here?" He hesitated to get out of the house.
"He had just gone out--"
"Great. Jack! Jason!"
"Why the hell are you shouting, creep?" Jason wailed, lazily climbing down the creaking stairs.
"Get out! Jack!"
"So you started commanding orders at us too, huh?"
"I don't have time to explain to you! Get the hell out of here!"
"Why... are you all shouting?" Jack climbed down behind Jason, rubbing his eyes.
"Get out. Everybody!"
"Whoa, man! Relax--"
Ermand knew there's no way but to pull and push all of them out of the house before it gets too late. He grabbed Jason's arm and pushed him out of the house and grabbed Jack's and Mrs. Chisel's hands and pulled them along with him.
"Ermie, what are you doing?" Mrs. Chisel asked as she was reluctantly dragged out of the house.
"Danger!" He bellowed as he ran out of their yard, pushing Jason in front of him.
"What do you--"
A big streak of dazzling dark green light bashed against their house, creating a loud banging sound all around their neighborhood. Some sort of vibration hit their body, weakening them. The Chisels gasped in horror, watching their home getting destroyed before their eyes.
The house was no more a house then. It was just a huge pile of broken wood and metals.
"Let's assume that the age of our house was just that..." Jack mumbled, gaping at the trash of big wooden planks and pieces.
"I just hope my potion bottles aren't smashed," Jason stated in an unusual tone that barely matched his personality.
"Thank goodness I kept the preparer on the far shelf in my classroom," Jack stated afterwards.
"Shut up!" Mrs. Chisel trembled. Tears ran down uncontrollably over her cheeks and hung at the end of her jaw. She fell on the ground. Her dress tore as her knees struck against the hard metal road.
"We've lived here for more than twenty years. All our memories are shattered,"she weeped without anyone to console the poor woman.
Ermand didn't speak anything. Although he has saved them, he feels as if a part of them is lost. The home he had always found comfort in. The petite but cozy room he slept all night. Every beautiful memory of the house and their family had gone... forever. But they're saved. The voice saved them.
