"Umm..." Kelvin muttered as he slowly began to regain his conciousness. And where he saw himself looked nothing like the place he lost his conciousness. Right now, he is seeing himself In is a bed chamber.
The bed chamber exuded an air of opulence intertwined with an unsettling darkness. Rich, velvet drapes in deep, midnight blue frad the tall windows, their heavy folds cascading to the polished ebony floor. The walls were lined with dark, ornate wood paneling, intricately carved with arcane symbols and runes that glowed faintly with an eerie, otherworldly light.
A massive four-poster bed dominated the center of the room, its fra crafted from blackened oak, and adorned with luxurious silk sheets and an abundance of plush, dark-hued pillows. The bed's canopy was woven with strands of silver and enchanted threads, shimring subtly in the dim light cast by wrought-iron sconces mounted on the walls.
These sconces held candles that flickered with a ghostly blue fla, casting dancing shadows that seed to move of their own accord.
An ornate, antique dresser stood against one wall, its surface cluttered with peculiar artifacts and vials of unknown potions. Above it hung a large, oval mirror with a gilded fra, its glass tinged with a faint, unnatural darkness that hinted at hidden secrets.
A plush, deep crimson carpet covered the floor, its edges embroidered with intricate, magical designs. In one corner of the room, a tall, arched doorway led to a private study, where ancient tos and scrolls lay scattered across a grand, obsidian desk.
The air was thick with the scent of rare incense, mingling with a hint of sothing darker, a barely perceptible undercurrent of forbidden magic. Despite its undeniable luxury, the room emanated a palpable sense of foreboding, a place where comfort and danger coexisted in a delicate, almost sinister balance.
But Kelvin seems to be used to the bed chamber already as he suddenly turned and find out that his father is actually seating by his left on the floor while ditating.
The man sat cross-legged on a circle of blackened, ancient runes etched into the cold stone floor. The air around them crackled with a palpable, oppressive energy, as if the room itself held its breath.
The dark mage closed his eyes, his hands resting lightly on his knees with fingers curled in specific, arcane mudras. A soft, almost imperceptible chant began to emanate from his lips, spoken in a long-forgotten language that seed to vibrate through the very air. The words were harsh and guttural, filled with power and intent.
As the chant continued, the runes on the floor began to glow with an eerie, violet light, casting shifting, spectral patterns onto the walls. Shadows seed to deepen and move with a life of their own, swirling around the dark mage like a protective cocoon. The light of the runes pulsated in rhythm with the mage's heartbeat, growing brighter and more intense with each passing mont.
The man breathing slowed, becoming deep and rhythmic, drawing in the ambient energy of the room. With each inhale, he absorbed the essence of the darkness, feeling it infuse their very being. Their mind reached out, touching the edges of the shadow realm, a place of endless void and ancient power.
In this state, the dark mage's consciousness expanded, rging with the shadows that surrounded him. He could feel the whispers of forgotten spirits and the echoes of lost souls, offering secrets and forbidden knowledge. The air grew colder, the light dimr, as the mage delved deeper into the dark currents of magic.
Ti seed to stand still as the man ditated, suspended in a realm where light could not penetrate. His body remained perfectly still, but within, a tempest of dark energy roiled and surged, waiting to be harnessed and shaped to his will. In this ditative trance, he found both solace and power, a connection to the primordial forces that few dared to understand.
But Kelvin didn't rest his eyes on his father for too long as he quickly moved to get down the bed right after.
"And where do you think you are going to?" But right when Kelvin was even about to place his legs on the floor, he suddenly heard his father's voice which made him to pause
"Am just going to the courtyard to get so air" Kelvin answered with a bland tone as he finally placed his legs on the floor. But before Kelvin could even balance himself on the floor, dark magic tendrils suddenly shoot out of Kelvin father's hand and quickly wrapped itself around Kelvin's two leg.
"Ah!!"
In the next mont, Kelvin was pulled off the floor and placed back on the bed he was on a mont ago.
"You are not going anywhere else Kelvin" Kelvin's father eventually said in a very calm tone.
"Is this about sneaking into the Veilwood forest without going through the prepping procedures for new students?" But Kelvin quickly asked with an angry look on his face.
"Seems like you are smart after all" His father suddenly replied with a mocking tone.
"I have told you many ti already father, I don't need that prepping procedures. I am already ready to take the–"
"Enough!!"
Kelvin's father suddenly retorted in a nacing manner that made the dark magic in the whole room flare up. But it didn't stay long before everything went back to normal.
"And I have also told you several tis that I don't want and will never let sothing that happened in the past repeat itself in the present. So you better behave" Kelvin's father eventually said in a deep and calm tone.
"Yes father..." As for Kelvin, he replied with his head lowered as he suddenly thought of a girl.
This girl exuded an enigmatic aura that matched her brother's gothic deanor. She stood tall with an air of quiet intensity, her long, raven-black hair cascading down her back in sleek, glossy waves. Her complexion was pale, almost ethereal, accentuating the sharpness of her high cheekbones and the delicate curve of her jawline.
Her eyes were a striking contrast, a deep, vibrant green that seed to glow with an inner fire, frad by thick, dark lashes. They held a piercing gaze, often reflecting a mix of curiosity and quiet determination. She had a slender yet athletic build, hinting at hidden strength and agility.
Dressed in the Pace Setter Academy uniform, she wore it with a distinctive twist. Her black and blue blazer was tailored to fit perfectly, the edges adorned with subtle silver embroidery that shimred under the light. The skirt, slightly shorter than regulation, was paired with black knee-high socks and polished, lace-up boots that added a touch of rebellious flair.
Around her neck, she wore a delicate silver chain with a small, ornate pendant in the shape of a crescent moon, a silent nod to her affinity for the darker aspects of magic. Her overall appearance was a blend of elegance and mystery, making her presence both captivating and slightly intimidating.
When Kelvin thought of this girl, his fist suddenly clenched tighter than before as he thought decisively.
'I will find out the cause of your death, even if I have to go against father's
But Kelvin didn't know that his emotions is making the orb which rged with him back in the Veilwood forest to grow even darker and nacing in appearance.
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