Ixartxist stood at the threshold of Tassa's room, his heart pounding with a mix of anticipation and trepidation. He took a deep breath, trying to steady his nerves, before he gently knocked on the door. "Quart, it's me, Ixart... Xart," he called out, his voice filled with a mixture of concern and longing. Silence greeted him from the other side, and a wave of worry washed over him. "Quart, please open the door. It's important. I need to talk to you," he pleaded, his voice laced with urgency.
As the seconds ticked by without a response, Ixartxist's worry turned to frustration. He clenched his fists, feeling a surge of anger building up within him. Unable to bear the uncertainty any longer, he pushed the door open, the hinges creaking in protest. The room was empty, devoid of any signs of Tassa's presence. Panic began to grip him as he realized that she was nowhere to be found. He frantically searched every corner, every little space in Tassa's room, hoping to discover some clue about her whereabouts. His movements became more frantic, his mind racing with questions and worst-case scenarios.
Ixartxist's agitation grew with each passing moment, fueling his determination to find Tassa. "Where did she go? Why would she leave without a word?" he muttered to himself, his voice filled with a mix of worry and confusion. He ransacked the room, checking under the bed, behind the curtains, and even inside the closet, desperately hoping to find some trace of her. But his search proved futile, and a sense of helplessness washed over him. He sank to his knees, his head in his hands, feeling the weight of guilt and regret settling upon his shoulders. "Did she run away because of our argument? No, that can't be it. Quart is not one to run away from her problems. Where could she have gone? Where is she?" he whispered, his voice filled with a mixture of anguish and self-doubt.
In a moment of realization, Ixartxist's mind flashed back to the three maids he had seen acting suspiciously outside the mansion. A flicker of suspicion ignited within him, and he knew he had to confront them. With determination in his eyes, he hurried downstairs to find the three maids, his steps quick and purposeful. He called them to him, his voice commanding and filled with an underlying anger. "Have any of you seen Quart recently? Tell me the truth," he demanded, his voice laced with a mix of urgency and frustration.
The maids exchanged nervous glances, their eyes filled with fear. One of them hesitantly spoke up, her voice trembling. "I did see her before. She entered your room, and then she quickly left. She seemed... frightened," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. Another maid nodded in agreement, her eyes darting around anxiously. "We tried to stop her, but she didn't listen. It was as if she saw something that terrified her," she added, her voice filled with concern.
Ixartxist's frustration boiled over, and he struck one of the maids in his anger, his eyes burning with intensity. "She ran away because of something she saw in my room? Am I responsible for her disappearance?" he questioned, his voice filled with a mixture of guilt and regret. He stared at the trembling maids, his gaze piercing and unforgiving. "Tell me the truth. Where did she go?" he demanded, his voice filled with a chilling resolve.
Fear kept the maids silent, their eyes downcast as they insisted they did not know where Tassa had gone. Ixartxist's anger escalated, and he struck each of them in his fury, his actions a reflection of his internal turmoil. "If there's a conspiracy at play here, I will uncover it. And you will all face the consequences," he hissed, his voice filled with a dark determination. The maids trembled before him, their faces pale with fear. Driven by a desperate need to find Tassa, Ixartxist summoned his magical abilities. He cast a spell to locate her, his voice resonating with power and desperation. As the incantation took hold, the atmosphere grew heavy with anticipation, as if the very air held its breath. But before he could act, Ixartxist's attention turned to the three maids he had left behind. They stood frozen, their eyes wide with terror, their pleas for mercy falling upon deaf ears. With a flicker of his hand, he summoned the dark power of the "Guichilia," a demonic worm known for its excruciatingly slow and torturous demise. It slithered forth, its liquid-like form gliding through the air, ready to carry out its sinister purpose.
The maids' cries grew desperate as the "Guichilia" wrapped its tendrils around them, its touch sending shivers of dread down their spines. They begged for mercy, their voices filled with a mix of terror and regret, but Ixartxist remained unmoved. The worm began its insidious work, infiltrating their bodies, consuming them from within, and inflicting a pain that surpassed the boundaries of mortal comprehension. Their anguished screams echoed through the night, mingling with the howling wind, as Ixartxist turned away, his heart hardened by vengeance.
Without a word, Ixartxist left the trembling maids behind and teleported to Tassa's location, his heart pounding with a mix of hope and dread.
What he witnessed there shattered his heart into a million pieces. Tassa lay buried alive, her body partially covered by the weight of the earth. His breath caught in his throat, and a cry of anguish escaped his lips. Without hesitation, he dropped to his knees and began to dig, his hands moving with a desperate urgency. Each scoop of dirt felt like an eternity, the seconds stretching into eternity as he fought against time to save her.
Ixartxist's tears mingled with the rain that fell from the sky, his vision blurred as he dug deeper, his heart pounding in his chest. "Please, my Tassa, stay with me," he pleaded, his voice filled with a mixture of pain and desperation. Finally, his fingers brushed against her hand, and he pulled her fragile form from the suffocating embrace of the soil. Gently cradling her in his arms, he laid her on the ground, his hands trembling as he checked for her pulse. Relief flooded his being when he felt the faint beat of life, and he whispered a prayer of gratitude to the heavens above.
Without wasting a moment, Ixartxist channeled his magic, casting a powerful healing spell over Tassa. His voice trembled with emotion as he chanted the incantation, pouring every ounce of his love and energy into the spell. Tears streamed down his face, mingling with the rain, as he thanked the heavens for their mercy and for granting him the chance to save her.
As the healing spell took effect, Ixartxist reached out to touch Tassa's face, his fingers trembling with a mix of emotions. He kissed her tenderly, his lips lingering against hers, pouring all his love and gratitude into the gesture. "You bring light into my darkness, Quart. I can't bear the thought of losing you. Thank you for not giving up on me," he whispered, his voice filled with a mix of vulnerability and devotion. Overwhelmed by his emotions, he kissed her again, unaware that Quart had awakened, her eyes fluttering open. She pretended to be unconscious, allowing him to shower her with affection, knowing that this moment of vulnerability would bring them closer together in ways they could never have imagined.
After the tumultuous events that had unfolded, Ixartxist carried Tassa with utmost care, his arms cradling her delicate form as if she were the most precious treasure in the world. The weight of her body against his chest only deepened the connection between them, a connection forged through trials and tribulations.
As they entered Tassa's room, the air seemed to still, as if holding its breath in anticipation. The room itself was a haven of tranquility, adorned with soft, silken sheets that beckoned her to rest. Gently, Ixartxist set her down on the bed, ensuring that she was enveloped in comfort and luxury.
As his hands moved to begin to change her clothes, Tassa's instincts kicked in, fueled by her own magical abilities. With a swift motion, she covered her body with a shimmering veil of magic, her skin becoming soft and clean, as if she were trying to hide something from Ixartxist, perhaps old scars that she had before. Tassa was just looking at Ixartxist, trying to see if he noticed the magic covering her skin. But suddenly, Ixartxist kissed her, holding her close. Tassa was surprised and didn't have a chance to react she simply let him kiss her. As their lips parted, Ixartxist knew what he had to do. With a heavy heart, he cast a spell by kissing her, his magic weaving through the air, erasing all memories of the traumatic events that had unfolded that day. "That's the best way to take it away from you," he whispered softly, his voice filled with a bittersweet tenderness. "Goodnight, my Tassa," he murmured, his words carrying a weight of both farewell and hope.
But just as he turned to leave, Tassa's hand shot out, grasping his wrist with a strength born of desperation. Her eyes pleaded with him, her voice trembling with a mixture of fear and longing. "Sleep with me, my Xart. Please stay with me, Xart. Please don't leave me. Please, just for one night," she implored, her words laced with vulnerability and a yearning for solace. Ixartxist's heart ached at the sight of her, torn between his love for her and the rules that governed their existence.
"You know that I can't sleep with you, my love," he replied, his voice filled with a mixture of longing and regret. "It's against Heaven's rules." Tassa refused to relent, her voice filled with desperation as she begged him to stay. "Just for one night, please Xart. I'm scared, please stay," she pleaded, her eyes searching his for a glimmer of understanding. Unable to deny her request, Ixartxist relented, his resolve crumbling under the weight of their connection. He settled himself on the floor, knowing that it was the only way to honor the rules that bound them while still providing her with a sense of security.
As Tassa drifted off to sleep, her mind transported her to a dream realm where memories of Céline and Nia'le flooded her consciousness. Every moment, every laughter, every joy, and every tear played out before her eyes with vivid clarity. She relived the bittersweet moments of her past, cherishing the connection she had shared with Nia'le and the friendship she had formed with Céline. Overwhelmed by the emotions that surged within her, Tassa reached out in her dream, yearning to bridge the gap between the present and the past. "I'm sorry I forgot you," she whispered, her voice filled with remorse and longing.
Suddenly, Tassa's eyes fluttered open, and she found herself back in her room, disoriented and filled with questions. "What happened? Why am I here?" she wondered aloud, her voice filled with a mix of surprise and bewilderment. The urge to use the bathroom pulled her from her thoughts, and as she made her way towards the bathroom, she couldn't help but notice Ixartxist sleeping on the floor. Her heart swelled with a mixture of affection and curiosity as she observed him in his slumber. "He is so handsome when he's asleep," she mused, a soft smile tugging at her lips. "But what is he doing here? And what happened?"
As Tassa continued to gaze at Ixartxist, she felt a peculiar sensation on her cheek, as if something wet was dripping down. Her fingers instinctively reached up to touch the moisture, and to her surprise, she found a tear. "A tear? Did I just cry?" she questioned, her voice filled with a mix of confusion and wonder. Glancing at her alarm clock, she discovered that it was early in the morning, far earlier than she would usually wake up. "Why would I wake up so early this time?" she pondered, her voice tinged with curiosity. A sense of déjà vu washed over her, leaving her with a lingering sense of something missing. "Did I miss something? Did I forget someone?" she whispered, her voice filled with a tinge of melancholy. "And if I do, then who are they?" The questions echoed in her mind, a puzzle she couldn't quite solve, leaving her both intrigued and unsettled.