The Arks 5 Time Mage

Those times were simpler compared to what was paved for the group for the next hundred years. Just an occasional fight or riot. However, it didn't stay that way for long. 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 angry villagers afraid and disoriented. Sometimes, Gillian joins in 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 only herself and some daisies. The wind was particularly strong, must be Ysabeau practicing again. The disturbance in the wind told the young girl otherwise as it felt foreign, nothing she's ever seen and the Aura was unfamiliar as well.

"Come out, don't hide in a graveyard, human," she said, emphasizing on the last 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?" Now the voice came from behind the girl.

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

"Don't underestimate what I can do, girl," retorted the voice, 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 fight each other in the graveyard. No matter how many spells Mavislin threw at the brat, he never showed himself. It was starting to get 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 able 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 skinny but strong arms caught her on time.

"No way, your Aura and footsteps were there a second ago. How are you able to get here so fast?" asked Mavislin, looking at the brat. In order to catch 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 say one of a kind," he explained.

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

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

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

"Raiyen Phoenix E. Harmony," said 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 continued their threats. In the midst of 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 dead bodies within this graveyard!" bellowed the young girl, eyes 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.

"Talon Flaming Whip!" she yelled as Mavislin took out a whip by plucking out a single feather. After saying out its name, the whip turns into a flowing stream of fire. As she swung 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 touch. 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 was pleasing as she giggled like an amused child.