The room gasps as I slouch in my seat, trying to keep as many eyes as possible off of me. Marok continues, âHe ran away instead of giving the stone to the spell. Callia will not be punished in this attempt for his actions. I trust Callia and will bestow her the stone that is needed. The Water Spirits have already given permission for me to do this. Now leave. I will not have those who do not support our great warrior to be in this room.â
In a great effort he claps his hand, having the roomâs door open. Water shoots out from the water in the hallway and grab every single member in the room around the waist, yanking them into the hallway, the door slamming shut once theyâre all out. Allie and I glance at each other, completely stiff. Iâve never seen Marok behave this way. Heâs usually the hardest to anger. Allie seems less unphased than I am, so maybe heâs changed with time.
I speak carefully, âMarok, I do not require the stone to be filled.â
âSilence.â Marok tells me as he straightens beyond his hump. I widen my eyes, alarmed.
âMarok?â Allie asks as she stands.
âSilence.â Marok shouts, using water created from the air to yank her to her seat. I try to stand but am immediately held down. I nearly gasp at the amount of power used through this magic. Itâs beyond my level and feels infinite.
âThatâs not Marok,â I breathe a gasp to Allie.
âThen do something.â She hisses back, clearly uncomfortable.
âI believe itâs one of the Water Spirits channeling through him. This magic is infinitely more powerful than mine.â I squeak, the spirit trying to push the air from my lungs. I finally stop trying to talk, receiving its message.
Marok turns to face me. His eyes are glowing bright blue, the color of the Water Spirits orbs. âCallia, you must find the Elemental Stone of the Wind Gods. Gstalt has very evil intentions planned for that stone. Beware of his counterpart, as he has much power and will give aide to Gstalt to achieve his goal of wiping out the Elemental Gods.â
âArwen is not that strong.â I give a gasped response. The Spiritâs power is deafening, itâs hard to concentrate around it.
He waves me off. âArwen is just a pawn and soon will be dead. Only you have enough strength to fight him.â
âIâm already aware of Gstaltâs strength.â I choke out.
âYes, you are, but his magic has gotten darker. It has affected you differently has it not?â I stiffen as Marok gives a knowing grin and snaps his finger, snapping the stone out of my chest. Allie gapes at it.
Marok twirls the stone in front of my face, âI see youâve retained more of his magic since you died.â
I stare at it blankly. âHow-â How did he do that? The crystal glistens as it is surrounded by the Spirits magic. Itâs not small but itâs in no way big.
âIf you continue draining Gstaltâs magic at the rate youâve been doing Callia, you will be dead within a week.â He snaps his finger, crystalizing the crystal and the magic inside. He frowns as the stone returns to normal. âYou were so careless with your power Callia. You didnât seal your spell before you died.â He holds up his hand. âNot that you were able to, but you should have done it by now.â
âIf I do that, he stops being drained.â I pant. Heâs barely giving me room to breathe. This Spirit is definitely not the docile type.
âYouâll be dead if you donât.â He holds it closer to me.
âIâll take that as a promise.â I say through gritted teeth.
âThis stone is filled to the brim. It will not grow.â He barks.
I stare at it as I picture water being poured into a bigger vase. It doubles in size. I grin at the Spirit. âItâll hold more now.â
The Spirit shakes Marokâs head. âYou shouldnât have done that.â I would argue but I start to scream instead, my power being drained as blackness fills the stone. Pain is in every nerve of my body. The only thing that has me sitting upright is the Spirits magic in my body.
âCut the link. Now!â Marok yells to me. âI can tell you this spell wonât work.â
Iâve never had a Spirit tell me what I cannot do. The stone grows, causing agony to spread deeper than I thought possible, rivaling purgatory levels. The stone eventually fills, causing wet breath to slowly leave me. Iâm panting and Iâm entirely drenched in sweat. Marok stares at me in shock as I give a small smile at him. âLooks like it held.â
I wish I hadnât said that. The Spirit through Marok squeezes me tighter with his power as his anger flares. I gasp and try to cry out in pain, but I have no air to do so. âSeal your spell Callia! Now!â
I cry out again as I feel my magic being drained. How am I draining from Gstalt? The Spirit uses his magic to squeeze me tighter as I force the stone to widen out of desperation. I fall to the ground, begging for death in my mind. Please stop draining Gstalt! I beg the stone in my mind.
âNow Callia!â Marok yells once I finish draining Gstalt for the second time. âItâs going to keep happening as long as I have this stone removed from your chest. Seal your spell! By order of the Spirit World. I will strip you of your magic if you do not. Seal your spell Callia!â
I pant as I force myself to my knees. I look at Marok. He looks desperate. I can live without my magic, but I know the Spirit world cannot. The Spirit sees anger in my face, and stubbornness. âPlease Callia.â He sighs.
Surprise rages through me. Spirits do not say please, they order. I nod my head, picturing scissors snipping a string, ceasing flow to the stone. I gasp as air returns to my lungs. Quickly, I imagine an impenetrable stone, allowing nothing to break or steal from it. The liquid in the crystal solidifies, causing a cold hard glint to come from the lilac stone. Now nothing can break this stone, even Spirits, except my magic from me directly.
The Spirit in Marok smiles, relief washing over him. âThank you Callia. Itâs quite impressive you were able to do this to begin with. Youâre the first being, outside of a Spirit, thatâs been able to successfully create their own Elemental Stone.â The Spirit uses his power to place me back in my seat.
âWhy-â I try to speak then catch my breath before trying again. âWhy are you doing this? Why are you interfering in mortal affairs?â
The Spirit chuckles. âWeâre not interfering with mortal affairs. Weâre meddling with your affairs.â He cocks his head as a thought strikes him. âI suppose you want to know why we ordered the Elemental Elders to let you die.â
A spark of anger raises inside of me. âThat would be nice.â I nearly snap. I have to remain respectful, but itâs proving to be a challenge to keep my anger in check right now.
âSimple. It was needed. You needed to die in order for your spell to work. Only a Spirit should perform your stone spell. You angered the Spirits when you did this. No mortal should have your power.
âThe spell was continuing to grow, draining your body of its endless source. Had you remained alive the Dark Magic would have shattered your stone and infected you. Placing the stone in your body was the only way to stop its flow once the source of the magic had died.
âYou were never fully dead Callia. Your magic is too strong in this world, from the people you affected. It remained so your spell continued to work. This is why you were trapped in purgatory instead of crossing. Purgatory is a halfway world you can always come back from. That is the other reason why Gstalt was strong enough to revive you. Had you fully crossed, you would not have been allowed to return.
âOnce you were revived your body was destroyed, which removed the safety of that spell Callia. The stone was transported back into your live body. That is why we are here today. To get you to stop your spell that will surely shatter. Your assumption was correct Callia. If that stone were to break, you would be infected by the magic. Another puppet for Gstalt to control.â
âIf I hadnât casted that spell, I wouldnât have been in purgatory for failing?â I ask as I figure out how to breathe.
âMore or less. You remaining in purgatory was essential for you to come back and finish your journey with Gstalt. Iâm sorry that Mako failed you when you needed him. Heâs been severely punished as a result, as well as his race. Weâve released Mako from purgatory once you were revived. However, we will not accept a Stone Offering from them until they redeem themselves.â
âWhy are you so interested in what happens with my life?â I demand, near anger. Iâd be angry if it werenât for the fact he could kill me the second the thought hits him. I also wish not to anger him because I fear heâd send me back to purgatory.
âFor now, Iâll just tell you because we just are Callia. Now,â He snaps his fingers, making my stone vanish, âThis stone will be placed with the other Elemental Stones in the Spirit world. Now create a new stone.â
I give him a confused look, fearing a trap. âYou just told me I shouldnât.â
âI meant without Spirit permission. Now, do it.â He barks.
I really hate this Spirit. Forcefully I move my hands and touch my heart. I think my desire and breathe through my heart. In my hand a small crystal forms. Blood pulls from my hand and drips on the forming crystal, hardening the stone that is a third of the size of my palm. I kiss it as I close my eyes, picturing a solid basin so the stone will not be allowed to expand.
Once I open my eyes, the Spirit looks at it and then snaps his finger, a blue stone surrounding my stone, giving room for liquid to fill it. Another snap pulls the wind stone from my heart, surrounding the water stone, again, leaving room for it to be filled. âYou must retrieve the other stones. Your spell will work, just not in the way you believe. Do you understand what Iâm saying Callia?â
I look at the two stones surrounding mine, mine acting like a heart. My stone is the heart, throwing off the energy pulses of the stones, controlling it in a way. In order for the stones to properly be filled my magic must remain intact. In order to stop the spell all Dark Magic must be removedâ¦Orâ¦
I nod. âMy stone is the heart. Dark Magic is the only pulse that will not be thrown by the stone, so therefore is the only one that can enter it. I am the only one that can control this stone. As long as my magic holds, so will the stone.â
Marok, controlled by the Spirit, nods. âYou must remember your first lesson in magic Callia. In order for life to thrive, and magic to balance, there must be some darkness. That is the lesson in death.â
âAnd light magic.â I say as I close my eyes, feeling my sentence. âI understand. I will stop Gstalt.â
He nods. âGood. We will be checking in with you Callia.â He snaps his finger, shooting the stone back in my chest. âYou are not allowed to talk about what happened in this room, outside of this room; especially to anyone outside of this room.â He mainly looks at Allie for that direction. âKeep Callia safe and away from Gstalt and his men.â With a snap of his finger the Spirits vanish.
Once the Spirits leave, all three of us fall on the floor to our knees. âWhat just happened?â Allie demands as I put my heart on my chest. I pull out the stone, seeing the layers of hollow stones for the first time up close. If the Spirits intentions for this visit was to remove my Elemental Stone, I wonder how dangerous it was in order for them to intervene. Iâm still unclear on why theyâre meddling with my role in this fight.
âCallia,â Allie nearly yells as I crawl over to Marok to see if heâs okay.
I touch Marok on the neck. Finding a pulse, I pull back and try to breathe. âMarok is okay, just exhausted from the Spiritâs possession.â I lean back and look at Allie, who seems petrified.
I sigh and sit cross legged on the floor, looking at her. âOn the day of my death, due to Mako, I was forced to create a fourth stone or risk death. Thatâs the stone you saw the Spirits take away. Every time I get near Gstaltâs magic lately; the stone starts absorbing it. Right now, for the first time, it did it without being near Gstalt. I canât seem to control the stone anymore.â Thatâs a terrifying thought. That means that the magic gathered is stronger than mine. Itâs seeking its identical chemical make-up; but due to my power itâs forced into the stone. The Spirit was right. I was getting close to death. I suppress a shudder at that thought.
âThat might explain why they took it then.â Allie says as she straightens. âIt was growing too powerful.â
I nod. âThatâs highly possible. What has me worried, is the Spirit seemed more nervous than anything about Gstaltâs magic growing darker. I didnât think it was possible.â
Allie thinks about it. âWhat did it mean about Gstaltâs counterpart?â
I play through the conversation. âI thought he was referring to Arwen, but he said heâd be dead soon. Does Gstalt have another person heâs working with?â I think back to when I first saw Arwen through my mother. Now that I think about it, she could have been looking at someone other than him. She never stopped looking behind her. Maybe Morta wasnât looking at Arwen.
âWhat did the Spirit mean when he asked if you knew what he was saying? What do you have to do?â
I bite my lip before answering. âI have to die.â
âWhat!â Allie screeches, lunging to her feet. âWhy? You werenât going to die the first time.â
I nod. âYes but I would have had all four Elemental Stones filled. Due to the Spirits fury with the Wind Gods they have no stones they can use or spare. I cannot complete that spell, so I have to hit it at a different angle. My stone is the heart, the core source of power for these stones. Itâs the only thing making these stones compatible with each other. My source has to end in order for Dark Magic to stop being drained into the stone.â
âThere has to be another way.â Allie nearly yells as she grabs my shoulders and kneels down, putting her face against mine. âWe cannot lose you to the darkness Callia. Youâre our only light in these times; and the only light back then. The world was filled with hopelessness the day you died.â
âIâll try to think of another way Allie, but Iâm not sure what more I can do.â We would have continued talking but the hallway door opens.