A Tale of Two Worlds ii : The Cursed Wheel

Prologue

"I don't need a partner. It'd just slow me off." Yenfersteria said as she gripped her sword on her waist. "All I need is my blade." She smiled with her deep jade eyes. The night was dark and cold unlike the afternoon that she spent earlier when she was on her way to the church. It was blazing. The cold breeze made her smile slightly.

The reverend smiled back, his black robe fluttered elegantly in the wind. "But we need this person, the chosen one. The one chosen by God himself."

"God." Yenfersteria laughed at the though. "As if there is some high power like a God."

Opening the door to the church's basement, the reverend giggled like a little girl. "Then why are you here?"

Not knowing what to say, Yenfersteria remained silent. She looked back and saw the woods of the Faerie Forest. So deep and dark eventhough it is being illuminated by the Forgotten World.

"Everything is ready, Reverend." An acolyte said.

Inside the basement were six male acolytes, in the middle was a young goat and around it was a circle with the names of God written in blood with different summoning symbols that she's quite familliar with. Yenfersteria wondered if it was the acolytes or another goat's blood. "It doesn't have to be in blood though..." she thought.

Yenfersteria hates the thought of dragging another person on her quest. She hunted tons of monsters, spirits and other beings but this time, she's going to hunt something she never even dreamt about.

"I can take the witch alone." She said.

The Reverend looked at her with his gentle smile and irritated eyes. "It wouldn't hurt to have a helping hand, wouldn't it?"

"It would just slow me down."

"Are you talking about your old partner? Yenfersteria, the one that we're going to summon isn't just anyone. Someone not like-"

"Don't say his name, Reverend." She said. "Let's just get this over with." Yenfersteria sighed.

"I see." The Reverend saw pain behind her eyes. "You know, it might not be a person, the one we're summoning."

"If it we're a dragon, things would be easier." She remembered the lore about the Witch's Rain. Where dragons were comepletely wiped out by Haldren the Dragon Slayer because his witch of a wife had a vision that a dragon will kill all the witches, thus ignited the 'Haldren's Rebellion'.

"Legend says that dragon flame kills a witch." The Reverend says.

"Legend says that Unicorns are real." She smiled.

The Reverend found that joke unpleasant. "Let's begin."

At the signal, an Acolyte lighted the six black candles at each point of the star inside the circle.

"If it's a demon that we get to summon, it'd be funny." Yenfersteria grinned.

"God won't send one as a joke."

After lighting all the candles, the acolyte went back on his position. The six started chanting the spell.

"I'm not that familliar with Old Witchcraft's language." Yenfersteria said as she tucked her hands on her armpits as the closed room started to get cold.

"I see that someone forgot to do their homework." The Reverend chuckled. "I had high hopes for the 'Purple Haired Hunter'."

"Gods, I hate that nickname."

As the Acolytes continued their chanting, the spell circle glowed dark red, then came a strong gust of wind, snuffing the candles out.

Yenfersteria drew her sword. "Who goes there?" She said.

Then she heard a male's voice talk in a unfamilliar language.

"A demon?" She said

"It can't be. I'll get the lamp." Reverend said.

It spoke once again.

"Speak in a language that we can understand and stop hiding in the dark you demonic coward!"

Then, the warm light from the Reverend's lamp enlighted the whole area.

That was when Yenfersteria saw a boy about the same age as her or probably a year older. She pointed her black blade on him. The boy raised his hands and talked. But no one understood him.

"Is he chanting a spell, Reverend?"

"I don't know. But I guess I'll give him this." The Reverend produced a necklace with a light blue crystal on it.

"Don't move!" The boy froze on the spot as Yenfersteria slowly walked to him with her sword still pointed at him.

The goat let out a bleat as the boy stepped on it.

"Why is it alive anyways? Shouldn't God take it or something?"

"How should I know? It's my first time doing it." The Reverend said as he placed the necklace on the boy.

"Speak up." She kicked the boy on his knees.

"Please don't kill me." The boy said in their own language.

"Wow. Never thought that would work too." The Reverend said.

Yenfersteria sighed. "Then I guess we're doomed if it was a demon that we summoned, huh?"

"So what? Death comes for us all in the end." The Reverend grinned.

"Why you!!"

"Uhmm....." The boy opened his eyes. "Where am I?"

"Renos." She said. "Who are you?"

"Albert Cruz."

"Is this wimp really the one that God sent?" Yenfersteria said as her katana turned into a scythe, it's blade embracing the boy's bare neck. The felt the cold and sharp edges of it as cold sweat started to trickle down on his cheek.

"Unfortunately, yes." The Reverend said with a long face.

Yenfersteria's scythe morphed back to it's original form, making Albert's eyes almost pop out.

"What're you guys talking about?" Albert said.

"We summoned you to this world." The Reverend said.

"And this world doesn't happen to be named Thear, right?" He asked.

"How did you know?" Yenfersteria said.

"I know a lot of little things." Albert said, thinking of how Dean Winchester had said it.

The Reverend chuckled. "Looks like someone did his homework."

Yenfersteria sighed.