Tuesday, May 17, 2016

The Enchanter : Chapter 1


 The Class Alamid  of Mereah Academy lost its integrity. The three students, Nabira Vanoi, Yana Sula and Lorein Savedra, caught
stealing the answer sheets of Administrator's room before the day of third quarter's examination. All Alamidees couldn't looked straight to the fellow Mereans. So far it was the biggest scandal exploded of school year just like the butt's atomic bomb. Being the speed class, it would be a great disappointment, Alamidee's professor Mrs. Racun got smoking nose telling it to her students. Mrs. Anamuri Zepina, the school head,
marked Nabira and the rest cheaters with zero scores. During the school
hour's dismissal, Nabira's gang allied to avenge the girl who was the
cause of their conviction, Salome Sinagtala, a thin and with big eyes girl,
whom someone would assume she couldn't kill a lice in her big curly hair
because it was already a sin, but try to mess her, indeed, she would throw
a kiss instead, in check or near eye with color black. That was an
effective smack, there was a crunch. Yesterday, after school hours when almost nobody
was around, Salome saw Nabira, Yana and Lorein at the Administrator's office, the peer just exited and they took the Grade
Eight's Exam answer sheet. Nabira used a metal stick to swerve the office
door's lock. When she saw Salome was spying them, the bully treated to hang
Salome on the pole as flag's replacement. By morning, Mrs. Racun was mesmerized the perfect scores of Nabira, Yana and Lorein. A student named Jirhan Espera was also included. He sat at Lorein's back and has known a great copycat too. How could it be when they were poor students? Salome told Mrs. Racun silently about the cheating when she passed her test papers to the table.
She did it as a comeback of Nabira's bullying, either a good one or just another cavalry. There it went, Nabira confronted Salome about the shame she gained.
 The peer found her having a
snack on the canteen. Salome gave Nabira and her puppets a very sweet
smile but, Nabira threw the tray to her coat. Nabira attempted to pull her hair but
stopped after the  teacher, Yna Rua came. Salome grinned again.
 "You don't want to be sanctioned again, aren't you?" she whispered.
 "You're not lucky. Prepare for us, we'll ambush you," said Nabira.
 "Sooner or later?" she said.
 "Take my word!"
 "In south or north."
 "In east!" Nabira answered sarcastically. "We'll smash your head off."
 "By hammer, or wrecking ball?"
 "Shut up! I thought, you got a brain with substance, it's all liquid."
 "Water or juice?" Salome teased while wiping her coat with tissue.
 "Whatever, dumb," Nabira hit her shoulder.
 Nabira, Yana and Lorein walked away. Salome's eyes fell at Jirhan Espera who was eating in the right's second table before her. He gave a dismay glare and smirked. He stood. The boy looked ill, a skinner than her and had a shaggy, wavy hair. Bruises marked on his skin probably he got it by horse riding. They were neighbors and she knew him well, another conceited thug. This
is the school bully could make her replace Hulk's throne.
 "Stop acting like a hero, Shockwave Queen, you can't deny, you're a witch,
a monster that need to burn," Jirhan said.
 "It's not my fault that you're cheating!" she replied.
 Jirhan left. Salome couldn't help it to feel irritated. A witch, a monster, she
disgusted to hear that words. It was a usual depiction because of her grandfather's occupation. She has no friends at all because of it. Sorcery
and witches was hated in Sultanate of Maharlica. Salome was been
a loner. Aside of having no friend, she was also prone of mean students in
school. She may looked an ordinary and easy to go with but behind this,
people stay away from their family because of rumors have scattered, that
she belong on the clan of sorcerers, the Sinagtala have practiced it. Her
family never escaped from the neighborhood's superficiality. But for her, it was a slander. Damian, her grandfather, may be an abularyo; a  healer who practiced
traditional medicine such as use of herbals, but she was sure he was not a
dark magician. The witch-hood phobia had ran in the veins of Maharlicans. The clash of Enchanters and the called, Mortals or
non-enchanters decades ago could proved it. In Maharlica's history, the Mortals' suffering in the arms of Enchanters was unforgettable. The hatred planted throughout the years. Any suspected remaining witches were found stoned, worse, in ash and how she hoped her family was not on next hunt's list.
 Salome exhaled. She went at the school's back. Jirhan must not be the one to worry, rather. Nabira's words planted in her's mind like a leech in her brain. "We'll ambush you," said the re-flashing of her thunder voice. Salome
stayed longer at the school until all had left except for the guard. It didn't mean she never want to fight but Nabira is much bigger than her
plus her two bodyguards. She had been at guidance counselor's office, her good moral character record was tainted because of Nabira. Salome had pushed Nabira once into the gravel like a big bowling ball when she made fun of her once. Salome was just a fighting victim but
  interpretedto be liable. Mr. Joss Quirobin, the guidance councilor, suspended her for three days. It would never repeat, she swore. If only
Nabira was not a crying baby when unfavored, Salome had been tied her in a
tree on the middle of forest. Six in the evening, Salome had decided to rise up from the bench after Merea Academy was totally in silent. She went at the campus gate but the guard was gone anymore. The gate was already closed.  Salome returned at the back. For the second time, she had
stranded in her school and for the same reason, Nabira. She had no choice
left than to climb at the brick wall. Faculties were unaware that she
did this twice when she got ill while in class. Their school nurse was
over-interrogative, noisy, the reason why she hesitated to approach for
medication in the clinic. Salome took a stick and pushed the broken glasses
on brick's stop. Putting fragile on gate's top helped to retrain cutting students. Salome found a pipe and inclined it against the wall. The tube used as her riser. Salome screamed when about to dive on the glasses she had fell earlier. Luckily, she dump beside them. It could be impossible for Nabira, Yana and Lorein would
remained in that hours. They lived quite far. Salome started to hike the
street. The kalesas, their local termed for horse calash got lesser. The people in the street got lesser as well. Her wristwatch said it was already
quarter to seven, in rural areas, that time, the townsfolk was already at home. Her town called Crilun which was one and half miles southern from Maharlica's capital, Pandagua.
 In the road, Salome halted when a shadows came out behind the closed cloth waving factory.
 "So what's up now Salome?"
 Nabira, Yana and Lorein popped out. Yana and Lorein were related to two
of Merea's teachers, while Nabira's father was a major donor of the school. A thing why these three acting as stinky queens.
 "Oh, you girls take the threat seriously huh?" she asked while retreating.
 "Of course, you ruined my reputation," Yana preparing her fist.
 "Where you will go?"
 Lorein immediately braced Salome with her wrist. Yana also was now pulling
her hair. Nabira punched her stomach. Salome immediately hit Lorein by her elbow and
  impelled her by her foot. She freed on Lorein's arms and sped. She
bumped Yana until she got away from the bullies' circle.
 "Don't let her go!" shouted Nabira.
  An advantage that Salome was a fast runner compared to them. Clearly, the
three haven't accustomed in locomoting. She sprinted until Nabira's group was nowhere behind her. To think that she would be rain with bruises and
muscle pain in their cowing. Nabira made fun no other than her. It started when she defeated her at their Science Quiz Bee competition two years ago, the time when Nabira was still a competitive student but now, gadgets addiction and family issues were destroying her study.
Science was Salome best project and feel confident to be in consistent top
five in class. She took her walk slower.  Nabira, Lorein and Yana couldn't surpass her anymore. Now she would enter in Civarrene Highway. It was the commuters' most avoided road in the nighttime. The villagers outspoken its danger. It located on the near-end boundaries of Crilun and Pandagua. The road's zigzag curve and its narrowness made the drivers reluctant to pass bye. Hence, no side railings put on it. Countless of accidents had been  reported in tracing the intestinal path, in fact, it has no absent every week. It was named a "killer road". But aside from the delicacy, there was another reason of the
people's fear. Many have been testified the paranormal activities in the area.
One stone hauler stated, as he passed bye on Civarrene Highway, he saw a
blazing skull jumping on a starfruit tree. Never had justified if somebody just tricked him. But the next one was more horrifying, a young baker said, as he walked bye to his work at Pandagua, he saw a young girl lying on the road, since, the little innocent asked for help, he approached her but
upon he got close, a pail of blood showered to him. It came from the top of
Mango tree. He ran with a reddish shirt. Residents in the upper town have
seen dancing lights on Civarenne's woody place but the fact, no one had ever lived there and even no electrical post. Those were only three of the stories emerged in Crilun folktales.
 But all of those myths never cause a hinder on Salome to cross Civarenne
on that night. Panting, she lit the candle from her back pack.
After she had spent her time taking serious at Nabira's threat, she
embarked alone in the cement road to their home. Time changed past, she
would never wait any kalesa for she might stranded until dawn.

Very seldom vehicles traveled on hour of seven in a rural area like Crilun. She would never let her grandfather, Damian and her aunt Emily
be anxious. The sultunate police got a report missing people last days ago. The authority had no clear lead of the case yet. The strongest theory
was a human trafficking syndicate has emerged at their isolated island.
 Only Salome's white dress which topped with blue school coat uniform was fair in the gloom. The moon just painted the sky orange. It was silent except for the hawks which making the only noise. Salome was not born an alarmist ever since and the horror stories were mere inventions perhaps, except for the kidnappers.  Indeed, Damian stated, she was a risk taker, a rebellious one and it might bring her to hazard. She never persuaded in any mythical theory. For her, they were just part of delusion
or brilliance of thought and had no real basis. A lot about the fairies and
other mythical elements' news claimed circulating at Maharlica. The tales passed from generation to generation and it  depends if somebody would believed it or not.
 In fact many outlanders who got knowledge of Maharlica were reluctant to
tour in sultanate. Who's fearful would dare if it was dwelt by black magic casters and any myths. It was the main theme if any civilian would
talked about their town. The candle Salome brought was near to melt. The route would be much darker. She ambled faster. More steps must have to take before she could fully left the place. Suddenly, she stunned in the highway when a shadow of a woman
reflected on the distance. She would met somebody. Her skin's furs stood
up. From the rays of moonlight, a woman who wore a long black dress was
coming.
 "Isn't a black lady?!" she whispered to herself.
  Her heart's pulse beaten faster. She sweated cold as the stranger got
closer and closer to her. If it was, then that would be the best time for
her to justify the black lady's supernaturalness - an mischievous female ghost who
wore dark dresses and could possessed the living humans. Salome held her
breath. The woman came into her front and her heart almost drowned. The lady's face expressed fierce, her furious eyes glared at Salome. They
were aesthetic. Her hair measured down to her thigh bone. She had a maroon
lips. Her long fingernails was also noticeable. Salome estimated the woman was in the age of forty and found her suspicious one. The woman in black was unfamiliar and seemed like she was a newcomer in Maharlica.
 "What kind woman is this?" Salome muttered, again.
Salome discovered it was the not the so-called black lady but still it didn't removed the terror she felt. Maybe, she was carried by the
superstition.
 She cleared her throat. "G- good evening, ma'am."
 Salome greeted the woman as a sign of politeness. It was a common did for
Maharlicans to present good wishes to the people even to the strangers one.
But, the woman didn't answered, she never mind her as if there was no one
around. It made Salome hunched her more.
 "Good evening ma'am!" Salome
greeted her again.
 How difficult this woman to please was, still, Salome did haven't receive
a retaliation to her overwhelming greeting. "Go-good evening..."
 She continued slowly. A reminder prompted on her head, it would be a bad luck if someone would gave third unanswered greetings to a stranger, Damian told her. According to him, if someone would not
respond to a greeting thrice during at night, there was a tendency the person was an occultist and already incantating through silent citation.
The victim would not affected eventually but it could cause him being vulnerable in any type of diseases and may lead to an early death.  But Salome just let the woman passed bye. She assumed that woman was just a snobbish one. An
amount of relief refreshed her intense soul. Before she escaped in Civarenne Highway, she would passed the most wildest place in the road where the
extraordinary events usually happened. Her candle was totally melt and she
dropped it in the ground. Those folks were murmuring in her left brain, it seemed she ought to believed them now. She made herself vigilant.
 Suddenly, she shrieked when a giant thing dropped in the front. A big foot stepped and was blocking her.

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