It was a term of jubilation for the Fýsiks, for it was the day of Fêting the Thesmophoria, a jubilation over the successful harvest produced. This jubilation is dedicated to Demeter, the Greek goddess of harvest, and her daughter Persephone, the queen of the underworld (Basically, Persephone was wedded to Hades, the god of the underworld, with the permission of her father Zeus. Thus, she is the queen of the underworld). I did not indulge in those festivities, as it is not of my realm (if I wanted to, I could not, for it was only for female individuals ). However, I was mandated to fashion the floral images for the festivity. That I remitted it in time for the festivities.
The remainder of the term I spent in formulating my portfolio so I may be relieved from my peasantry job as a gardener and execute other more complex tasks aligned with my acumen. I have been unambiguously in this one position in a tech firm which dealt with designing software that monitors the quantum state of a particle in several dimensions. Then later on, I proceeded with rearranging my bookshelf in alphabetical order of their title. Then I prepared some moon silver precipitate, which is just simply various compounds of silver that undergo a photochemical reaction, forming illusion, I know, amazing right. At the conclusion of the day, my living nook was well-ordered with neatly stacked books on its shelves. The florae were arranged in the veranda viticultural space for them to be transported.
Therefore, I sat at my bureau along with my freshly purchased laptop, displaced my stylus mount and stratified my journals orderly to a side, and I advanced in my career preliminary enterprise. As I did so, out of the sudden, I perceived my entry chime rang. I rose to respond to it, and it was Evanthia, my dearest friend, standing there. I responded with a quick greeting as she advanced into my abode. She toyed with the sleeve of her elegant imperial pale verdant chiton fastened by a girdle of golden olive twigs. I presumed she was anxious. She perched herself on my damson settee. She beheld for a while, then I questioned, “So, what brings you to encounter me at this hour?” She took a deep inhalation, then gazed up at me and conveyed, “Ijan I messed up bad. See, I was talking with Tera about the New Year's Eve thing, and I thought she would help us, and we got into a big fight, and I almost told everything about you to her, and I am so, so very sorry. Would you ever forgive me?” Perceiving this was a reason, I am an immigrant and immigrants anywhere in Migica were executed. I was greatly enraged; I trusted her; however, I must not relinquish my tranquillity, for I am afraid of it’s of the consequences of my rage. Therefore, I collected myself, took a deep inhalation and further questioned, “Does Tera suspect me?”
“No”, she replied. Relief washed over me “Then there is nothing to be concerned about. Besides, besides this, the ten thousandth anniversary of Migica is upon us; we must find a way to reinstate Migica’s harmony. On New Year’s Eve, the magical constellation is going to be at its best and release a lot of energy; we must discover a spell channelling that energy so we could revive the union of all countries.” “But how will we find that spell?” “The Megáli-vivliothíki has multiple ancient scrolls and books dealing with ancient magic; we could find a spell there; I could use my invisibility powder and enter it.” She inclined her head in acknowledgement, rose and advanced towards the door. She rotated towards me and said, “Ijan thank-you.” “Purposed what,” I questioned, pondering over this certain random confection of gratitude. “Ha, ha, ha,” she giggled and proceeded, “I am thanking you for not getting mad at me; if it was someone else, they would have done something bad.” I could give an inclination of my head as a sign of acknowledgement, for I was still perplexed. I presume she acknowledged my acknowledgement towards her gratitude, for she held, “So, should we head towards the Megáli-vivliothíki?” “Affirmative,” I responded.
Thus, that is what we performed. Evanthia’s vehicle was stationed in the subterranean level of the habitation quarters. I took the helm, for she was still novel to piloting the vehicle. The duration of the trip was 30 minutes. Thus, we arrived at the Megáli-vivliothíki. We advanced into the forbidden section and spent our time diurnal and nocturnal in the library for the entire duration of a hebdomad until I discovered a solution. Tucked in a corner in the ancient Migican scrolls and books segment, there was a leather-bound journal with withered beige folios. I unfastened the friable tome gingerly and discovered the tome was the journal of the reviver of Migica, Stella. I chimed in for Evanthia and disclosed to her this manuscript, “Regard this, this journal is of the great Stella; it’s her individual journal and encompasses proceedings on the ventures she embarked on, and this particular entry comprises just what material we require to succeed in our peace-acquiring enterprise.” “Read it out loud.” “During my mission to revive magic…” I advanced, “I had to defeat one of the most dangerous forces; to do that I had to find eleven artefacts other than the cosmic staff I dug up. First, the Louloúdi, the flower of healing of what is now Chóra-fýs. Then the Qamar-al-Maraya, the mirror which can reveal the truth of anything and any time, and the Dire-alqamar, a shield which can reflect any attack at the attacker, of Balad-alqamar. From the country of Agni-deshah was the Jwal-talavaara, the sword which can cut through anything because of the ruby of eternal heat, which I believe is one of a pair and the Neruppu-Vel, a beautiful spear that comes back on command and explodes anything. The fourth artefact was the Virgam Oceani, powered by the pearl of the seas, which can release a lot of tidal energy. Then, in Taiyō-kuni, was the Taiyo no rantan, which is the lantern of the sun’s pure essence. And lastly, I needed the Orbe de foudre from Pays-ciel, the orb containing the most powerful storm in history. Many other heroic people and I went up to the Cosmological summit and cast a spell removing the people from the yoke of suffering and united everyone with magic restored once and for all….” Evanthia regarded it with patience and held, “So we need to find seven artefacts and five other peace-loving people to join us.” “Yes, however, we would require many more allies. If we are going to unlawfully breach seven barriers, we ought to gather up supporters or even an armed force of our own.” “An armed force, but we are stopping war.” “I understand our cause is to regain peace; however, we may be attacked on our path, and an armed force shall be advantageous to guard us during our quest.” “Fine, but about the Louloúdi, it is just in the palace, in the basement, in a secret vault, and I know the way; the first part is going to be easy.” “However, I assume this mission of ours acquiring the Louloúdi would not be free of obstacles, due to the fact you haven’t been seen in the premises of the palace; thus, the guards shall be significantly more vigilant than customary.” “Meaning?” “In lea-human’s terms, our mission is not going to be easy.” “Come on, Ijan, I know all the secrets of the palace, and you have nifty invisibility powers.” “Fine, wait….” I perceived some vibrations. I concealed both of us in the masquerade of an inconspicuousness illusion and sealed Evanthia’s oral cavity with extremity displace us to a vertex of the chamber. We, from our hiding, witnessed Tera along with Empress Gaia advance into the restricted segment, both of them wearing apprehensive expressions with livid countenance. They peered through the section. Tera then advanced and turned over desks, displacing the shelves while the queen was endeavouring to prevent her in her chamber from wreaking enterprise. After wrecking the entire section, Tera held, “There is no sign of her here; let’s check her room again.” With that, they vacated the chamber.
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(Narration switches to Evanthia) Both of us headed out of the library. Ijan slid into the driver’s seat in my car and launched into the sky. Today, traffic was heavy for some reason, and the sky was filled with cars honking. I looked down at the roads also blocked. I huffed in my seat and looked into the rearview mirror, and to my shock and horror, my mom and sister were in the car behind us, and my mom looked annoyed and said something to my sister. I turned to Ijan and said, “Hey, in the car behind us are my mom and sister, so could we please move faster?” Ijan looked straight ahead and answered, “Negative.” I mean, come on, really, how direct he was in his answer. At least tell why. Oh well, I just sat there with my heart pounding for two reasons when a thought rose in my mind. See, Ijan has a super sense of hearing, and I bet he could hear something. I turned towards him and asked for that. He lowered the windows and listened for a minute or two, then brought them back up. We sat in silence for a minute, then I asked, “What’d they say?” He stared forward and said, “This is a direct quote: the queen, ‘you knucklehead, why did you ask the guards to survey the vehicles for your sister now while we still did not reach the palace, now we are stuck here in traffic.’” I half wanted to puke out the granola bar I had in the morning cuz they going to find me and kill Ijan ad half to laugh out loud cuz my mom called my sister a knucklehead. I chose neither and turned back to Ijan and asked, “So, how do we escape? We can’t fly up and move forward, as guards are watching.” “Who stated that we are prohibited from altering our altitude?” Ijan said. Honestly, I couldn’t understand anything; I just went forward, and all the other cars followed. I turned to him and asked what that was all about, and he just said, “I shall employ an illusion charm; thus we know we can alter altitude without any consequences.” But just then he pulled out a purple pouch from his coat pocket, opened the tapped on the dashboard screen. Then a small opening pushed out, and he poured whatever there was in that pouch into the hole. Just then, he pressed another button and chanted under his breath, “Wahum-aliakhtifa” Then he pressed another button, and we rose. I looked down, and it looked like my car.
So that’s what we did: we rose, flew over the traffic, and reached the palace. I told Ijan to park near Tower Ten. We got out in an invisibility spell Ijan cast, and I taped a certain pattern at the base of the tower. The door opened as expected, and we walked inside.