Incathuga Daentsuro's Random Thoughts and Writings

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Chapter 8

“Raining again. Why can’t you just magic all of the water away?”

“I don’t know, Inky. It just won’t stop even when I move the water in the clouds away. It’s like it isn’t real water, just an illusion or a curse.”

“Well then, we should be able to go out without getting wet if it’s an illusion and need to go if it’s a curse because it won’t be lifting soon.”

“You raise a good point, but I think we should wait a day before trying to go out. It might let up by then.”

“Alright Cel. So, what should we do now?”

“Well, we could see how much of your memory we can get back.” Cel pulled Inky down to her bed and hugged him as tightly as she could, surprising the death mage. After a moment he managed to put his arms around her and kissed her.


“So, Mitzi, what should we do with all of this rain?”

“I don’t really know what we could do. Cel should just use magic to move these clouds.”

“She could, but I’m sure there’s a reason she hasn’t. So, what do you want to do since we won’t be getting out of here anytime soon?”

“Well, we could try something like this.” Mitzi stood up and pulled Leita to her face, kissing her lightly on the lips.

“That’s fine with me. Let’s make it a bit more interesting though.” Leita pushed Mitzi down to her bed and placed one hand on her butt, the other on her back.


“It’s raining, Magu. I guess we’re stuck in our tent today.”

“Yeah, we are. Celevescent could clear out this rain in an instant. Why isn’t she doing anything?”

“She might want some time alone with Inky.”

“Maybe. She wouldn’t do something like that most of the time, but I guess she wants to make up for those years without him.”

“I guess we could try to take advantage of this situation too.” She walked to his bed and sat on his legs. “So, what do you feel like doing?”

Magu pulled her closer and started rubbing her back. “How about this?”

“Maybe just a bit lower.”


“Isn’t the rain beautiful, Sae?”

“Don’t call me that. Only Trinsk is allowed to call me Sae.”

“Okay, what should I call you? Sag maybe? Or Satee?”

“Call me Sateerag like everyone else.”

“Fine, Satee, I’ll start calling you Sateerag. So, Satee, what do you think of the rain?”

“You just called me Satee again! Stop doing that.”

“Satee, I said I’d start calling you Sateerag. I didn’t say when. You still haven’t answered my question.”

“Fine, I’ll answer. It seems a bit wet for my tastes.”

“Well, duh it’s wet. It’s rain, you know, water that falls from the sky.”

“Of course I knew that. I just don’t like water. It ruins gunpowder.”

“I see I won’t be changing your mind on that issue anytime soon. So, Satee, what should we talk about?”

“Stop calling me that!”

“Of course, Satee. I will after a while.”


Zaingol chose to fly to the church before the rain got too bad. When he entered a familiar figure looked at him and smiled evilly.

“You? But, Inky killed you. You can’t have come back from the dead!”

“No, Incathuga simply banished me. When he broke the seal for that moment I managed to break out of the Void. You won’t get the same chance that I did, though. Kairos Form!” The figure dashed at Zaingol and pulled out a long, black sword.


Ooh, cliff hanger. What will happen to Zaingol? What is Kairos Form? All of these questions and more will be answered in the next chapter of this nameless book.
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