Put Out My Fire - Chapter 117

In the wee hours of Aeros, Amanda and Christopher were sleeping soundly. After declaring war with Plethora, they went around the nation, making their presence known.

The two masters wanted to let Plethora know that they had no chance of winning. They flaunted their powers before the people and repeated their threat against Delila.

They only returned after midnight to rest in Amanda’s room.

Amanda was lying on Christopher’s chest when she felt her unconscious state being brought into another space. She rolled to the other side of the bed, panting, and was suddenly immersed in a dream. Her brows furrowed, seeing light slowly appear before her.

Her vision was vague at first. Amanda was suddenly in a space with a white void. She was in her second skin, looking around the endless space of nothingness that faded out in a distance.

“Where am I?” She asked herself. Her eyes scanned as far as she could reach, but there was nothing else but an empty space.

“Hello.” She heard a small voice behind her. She turned to find a young boy who seemed to be around ten years of age. He looked so handsome with a pair of attractive blue eyes.

Amanda swore the boy looked so beautiful. He looked like Christopher, a younger version of him.

Her eyes widened, thinking, ‘I’m going to kill him if I ever find out he has a son that I know not of!!!’

With a sweet smile on his face, the boy greeted again, “Hello.”

“Young boy, who are you? And where are we?” Amanda asked while slowly making a walk towards him.

She leveled with the cute boy and cleared her throat, “Do you mind telling me… who is your father?”

The boy giggled and said, “You are so silly, Mother.”

“Mother???” She asked in horror. She absolutely did not remember bearing a child in her life! How did she become a mother? “Excuse me?”

The child giggled and said, “I have no time, mother. The Venusian sword asked me to speak with you from the future. I need to see you soon. Sooner than you had initially planned.”

“The Venusian sword?” Amanda asked. She raised a brow and thought, ‘So there is a spirit behind the golden blade? It has life!’

“Yes, mother. Times are changing and the enemy is getting stronger. Mother, I need to be with you. I don’t want you to be lonely. I’m here to warn you that you’ll see me sooner than you expect,” said the child. “I can’t wait to see you, mother.”

“See you sooner? Wait? I don’t understand? How exactly are you my son? Wait!” She tried calling to the boy again, but he was fading out before her eyes.

The last thing Amanda saw was the boy’s beautiful face and everything else turned back into white.

“Wait! Don’t go! Explain to me!”

Her subliminal self was still grasping the situation when she heard another voice calling out to her.

“Amanda.”

“Amanda!”

She did not realize that she was speaking to the boy outside of her dream and her voice awoke Christopher.

Her eyes fluttered open as she was panting. She sat up and gulped down her own spew, still overwhelmed by the recent experience.

Christopher was caressing her shoulders and pulling her closer to his chest. He asked, “What was that about?”

“I had a dream,” She weakly answered.

“A dream that I had a son,” she said before brushing her fingers through her hair. “At first… I thought he was your son and then he called me… mother.”

“”Ahh… A son?” He did not know why, but he felt jealous.

Looking into Christopher’s blue eyes, she put her arms around his neck and said, “The boy looks so much like you – same blue eyes. A younger version of you and he called me mother repeatedly.”

She received a peck on the lips and heard him say, “We were just tired after coming back from Plethora. It could just be a dream.”

After pouting her lips, she said, “Maybe, except that he mentioned he was sent by the Venusian Sword.”

Christopher was silenced. He studied her for a moment and said, “Do you think the Venusian sword is telling us to have a child already?”

She smiled at him and said, “I don’t know. Maybe that was just really a plain and simple dream… but… if we should ever have a son, I want him to look just like the way I saw him in my dream.”

“Don’t even think about having a son without me, Amanda,” Christopher promptly said and quickly got on top of her.

“Pffttt… you are being silly. Of course, if I should have a son, you would be the father,” she answered back, giggling at his jealousy.

His eyes tightened before he said, “All this baby talk… it’s making me horny.”

“Wow, that is a good way to divert the topic,” she said while raising her leg. She felt the bulge in his pajamas and said, “Are we ready to make a baby?”

He grinned and said, “You are purposely making me horny.”

And just like that, Amanda and Christopher took off their clothes. Their bodies were quickly intertwined as they savored in each others’ taste. They figured the best way to return to sleep was with a sweet act of unity.

While the master of fire and water were seemingly responding to the calling of Amanda’s dreams, somewhere in the distant future, a man covered in a black second skin walked over the dead bodies of a white witch clan from the moon.

He had his hand up, revealing all six crystals as his power. He was walking towards the supreme white witch who was breathing with difficulty. Her name was Agatha. She had been struck countless times by the combined power of the six crystals that her energy was slowly depleting.

Khalid had earlier absorbed the essence of all the white witches in the village. They quickly gave him added youth and vigor, but he knew that the supreme witch contained the most essence. Thus, he focused his powers on Agatha.

To his surprise, the white witches were powerful that it took a toll on him. He may have killed over a hundred white witches, but with the blow that he had received, he felt like he was killed over and over again.

“Why? What do you want?” Agatha asked as her body was trembling. She was leaning back against the wall in her white overalls. Her previous beauty and glow became smeared with her own blood.

The man before her was Khalid. With all the six crystals activated, his second skin turned into all combined crystals; the color of black.

He had earlier killed all the white witches in their village as they were protecting their supreme.

“I want your essence,” revealed Khalid. “It can give me youth and more lives!”

“Eter-eternal youth at the expense of other lives is – is a curse… You don’t know what you – you are asking,” said the white witch.

Khalid further let out the powers of the crystals, ready to strike at the supreme white witch once again. He said, “This is your last chance!”

“You have become evil! But even if you achieve immortality, you will meet your death!” Announced Agatha.

Agatha was blessed with the gift of foresight. Seeing how the master of the earth had turned into a beast, she used the remaining of her power to find the future of this man.

Her previously silver eyes glowed in gold, revealing the use of her power. She saw a fragment of Khalid’s future, but her vision was cut off because of her gasping.

Khalid removed the surrounding air, making her incapable to breathe. She choked and gasped again and again as Khalid ordered, “Give me eternal youth!”

He let her breath after a second and threatened one last time, “give me what I want.”

“I am… I am too weak to give you everything. You drained my energy,” reasoned Agatha.

“Uggghhhhh!” Khalid raised his hands on the witch, but just as he did, Agatha’s white light engulfed her. He was blinded in an instance that Khalid had to cover his eyes.

The last thing he heard was the sound of a thin metallic object, and only then did the light disappear. Agatha disappeared along with the white light, and the only object that remained on the floor was a necklace with a silver chain and pendant. It had the crest of the white witch clan.

“No! Ahhh!” Khalid was in outraged. Agatha’s essence would have given him a shortcut to his goal. He had been jumping from one world to another, gaining sources of life, but he realized it was too laborious. Agatha would have given her twenty lives altogether.

He roared in anger, throwing balls of fire in the surroundings of the white witch’s home.

Khalid was ready to destroy the pendant, but he realized that Agatha still lived.. She lived in the pendant, and that was his only clue. He grabbed the pendant and held it in his hand before he said, “You think you can escape from me?! I will keep you chained on me every day until I get your essence, Agatha!”