Chapter 5 - Time Mage

In the span of a few months, the Congregation was in a mess, in shambles and disarray after the attacks. Least to say, it did not survive the Dark Ages. The time where humans decided to scare themselves with vampires and witches.

It was fun for the growing young Valkyrie as she wreaked havoc with Baldwin, making the unknowing and aggrieved villagers afraid and disoriented. Every so often, Gillian enjoys the fun without his wife knowing. 'Training' was the main excuse as Mavislin tested new spells on the villages nearby.

It was the unspoken truth when deep down, all of that was just a way masking the pain and fear hidden. At some point, they had to be prepared to lose their lives or their loved ones.

With the Congregation fallen, the young Valkyrie was allowed to roam freely. Though quite dangerous, it should not have been a problem for the place she was headed towards. Mavislin was visiting Baldwin's daughter's grave, Abigail. She brought nothing but herself and some daisies.

The wind was exceptionally gusty. It must be Ysabeau practicing again, thought Mavislin. The disturbance in the wind informed the young girl otherwise as it felt foreign, nothing she's constantly seen and the Aura was unfamiliar as well.

"Come out, don't hide in a graveyard, human," she said, emphasizing on the concluding word.

"I'm nothing of that sort," replied the voice, as if he whispered into her ear.

She flinched as the voice came with no breath.

"Then what are you or who are you?" she asks, standing up.

"Why should I tell you?" At the present moment, the voice came from behind the girl.

"I'll ruin you if you don't stop this now," growled Mavislin.

"Don't underestimate what I can accomplish, girl," retorted the voice.

It was now in front of the annoyed Valkyrie. A finger decided to lift the girl's chin, just for a moment.

"Coward, show yourself!" yelled Mavislin, trying to grab the person.

"If you can even catch up to me!" taunted the brat.

The duel was on as the two tried to confront each other in the graveyard. Regardless of how many spells Mavislin threw at the brat; he never showed himself. It was getting frustrating. She then closed her eyes and smiled.

The Aura was able to pinpoint where he had placed his foot. If she could predict where he would go next, she might be efficient enough to hit him. But alas, how could a mere Mage predict the movements of a Time Mage?

When the young girl thought she had located where the annoying brat had been, he decided to change position. Mavislin looked shocked, how could he have moved when his Aura did not. She was beginning to tucker out. As she began to fall, a pair of scrawny but sturdy arms grasped her on time.

"No way, your Aura and footsteps were there a second ago. How are you skilled enough to get here so fast?" asked Mavislin, looking at the brat.

To seize the falling girl, he had to reveal himself. A short boy, pimply with jet black hair parting to the side. He held up a small dagger.

"Time Element Manipulation," explained the boy.

"You don't strike me as another being, yet you are not human?" she asked, carefully standing back up.

"Never consider me as one. I guess you can suggest I am one of a kind," he explained.

"There he is! And that witch!" yelled the oncoming mob.

"See ya!" shouted the rascal, vanishing once more.

"Oh come on! You haven't told me your name yet!" whined Mavislin.

"Raiyen Phoenix E. Harmony," responded the voice.

"You will burn!!"

"Burn at the stake!"

"The ones who would be burning, are you lot," she said as she sat on a tombstone delivering a word of threat.

"Witch! Demon!" yelled the mob once more.

She smiled as they held their threats. Amid all the shouting and torches, one of the ignorant villagers got too close to the daisies and stomped on them. Her eyes filled with fury within a fraction of a second.

"You lot will join the deceased bodies within this graveyard!" bellowed the young girl.

Her eyes were blazing orange changing from her bright and beautiful gold color. Her wings sprouted, looming over the villagers. As she shook, it caused the wings to erupt into flames.

"Ignis Pinnam Flagellum (Fire Feather Whip)!" she yelled as Mavislin took out a whip by plucking out a unique feather.

After saying out its name, the whip turned into a flowing stream of fire. As she twisted the flaming rope around, the slashes made in the air turns into flames shaped like a crescent moon. It landed on and roped around any flesh that it could devour.

This burned the villagers, melting their skin away. The wails and cries of the humans were joyous to the young Valkyrie's ears. The sound of roasting delighted her as she giggled like an amused child.