The Arks 2 Would You Like To Train Under Our Wing?

"Demonic Wings," called out the gentle wife by Gillian's side. Her appearance had drastically changed; from an expression as a mother to the aspect of a vicious demon. If the devil had nightmares, she would be a fine mascot for that. Another terrifying thing was what had sprouted from her back, a pair of demon wings. The moment the poison ball touched, the left wing had consumed it, growing slightly bigger. She then gave a daunting glare at the person who launched the attack as she kept her wings.

"You! No attacking of other Mages!" yelled the host.

"One more word of insult and I won't hesitate to have my meal using you bullies as meat, do you understand?" bellowed Gillian. His voice was enough to strike fear in the most experienced of warriors. Defying his orders was not an option if you planned to keep living. They weren't messing about when the books had mentioned those who hailed from Akhaten are intense. The young girl was not hindered by the powers of the couple before her. On the contrary, she felt a sense of belonging with the couple. It kinda reminded her of how parents should be, defensive of their own kids when faced with danger.

After a few fires and floods, it was time for Gillian and his wife to personally interview the young girl. As everyone tried to get out of the packed hall, most avoided the weary gaze of the young girl. She merely stood in the corner, her hood back up. It looked liked she disliked being noticed. Gillian then approached her, after all the people had been cleared out. His wife, Ysabeau, gave a tender smile towards the young girl, who shyly placed her hood down.

"Show me the most powerful spell you've got in your a.r.s.enal," commanded Gillian, looking straight into the trembling girl's eyes. Ysabeau then gave a good whack on her husband's head.

"Be nice! You'll end up scaring her!"

"I can't make her scared if she's already frightened," mumbled Gillian, rubbing the sore spot on the top of his head. Another whack made the young girl wince in place of Gillian.

"And whose fault was that?!"

"You were the one who unleashed the Demonic Wings," By the third whack, the young girl was trying to hold back her laughter. Despite how they were being portrayed, they were merely just newlyweds at heart. As the couple finally focused once more, the young girl was able to unleash the most powerful spell within her a.r.s.enal. One that was strong enough to strain her Elemental Endurance but not enough to completely drain the poor girl's Elemental Energy. With a deep breath, the young girl gathered up her strength and unleashed a taste of the power she had within her being.

"Heaven's Wheel; Judgement Day," she chanted, eyes glowing bright with golden light. Two huge circles appeared; above and underneath the whole hall. The circles started to spin rapidly, absorbing streams of Light Elemental Energy within the area. With arrows coming from both circles, a huge pillar of light and flash left Gillian and Ysabeau impressed. Gillian gave a proud smile as he clapped. The young girl's eyes lit up in happiness.

"I had a hunch but I couldn't really know for sure. It has been a long time since I've seen one of your kind. Years, perhaps. Tell me, young one, what is your name?" asked Gillian. The young girl smiled and went towards the couple.

"My name's Mavislin Roydon," introduced the cheerful young girl. Ysabeau then crouched to the young girl's level.

"Would you like to train under our wing?" Mavislin was taken aback, was she hearing things? Two great Mages were asking her to be their disciple? It wasn't even an order; it was an invitation. The girl showed trepidation as she tried to gather her muddled thoughts.

"Are there other students under your expertise?" asked Mavislin, seemingly unsure of her own words. The two shook their heads, further increasing Mavislin's nervousness. With a deep breath, she closed her eyes and let her mouth do the agreement.

"Great! I'll be by your side when in training to make sure this demon doesn't drive you to an early grave," said Ysabeau, giving a slap on the back of the poor husband.

"Why are you so violent, woman?!"

"Why are you so terrifying, man?!" Mavislin found it difficult to stifle her laugh as the two continued to bicker. A shadow caught the attention of the young girl, but she decided not to pay any attention to it.