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A cold breath slithered in through the gap beneath the door, spreading insidiously into Luna's room.
This was not the playful magical mist she was accustomed to; it was an evil force, thick and suffocating, whispering dark secrets.
Her small hands clutched tightly onto the worn copy of "Beginner's Basic Magic Spells," a stark contrast to the malevolent energy that filled the air.
The hooting of an owl outside now sounded like a mournful cry, echoing the unease within her young heart, serving as a warning.
With a child's unsettling intuition, she sensed that something terrible had happened.
Peering through the door gap, she saw two guards leaning against the wall, their faces unnaturally pale and their breaths shallow.
They were not asleep; they were entranced, their wills suppressed by ominous magic.
A chill colder than any winter wind ran down her spine.
This was no ordinary magical mishap; it was dangerous.
An inexplicable urge compelled Luna to confront the source of this evil power. She slipped into the corridor, each footstep amplified by the unsettling silence around her.
The sinister aura felt like a damp shroud, pulling her toward the kitchen; with every step, its presence grew stronger.
The kitchen door creaked open, revealing a scene both chaotic and eerily still.
Pots and pans lay scattered across the floor, ingredients spilled everywhere like a horrifying still life.
In the center of the room lay Lady Elyseia, unconscious, surrounded by flickering protective magic that was fading away.
It seemed she had fought valiantly against whatever dark force had invaded their home—a brave but ultimately futile attempt to resist.
Luna gasped.
She knew she should seek help, wake someone—anyone would do—but an invisible force held her in place, a morbid curiosity overwhelming her fear.
As if summoned from the shadows, several bizarre and grotesque magical beasts emerged—one was a Grolark Beast, its eye dangling from its socket; another was a Lumia Beast, its fur matted together by a strange sticky substance. They stumbled out of the Food Storage Room, their movements stiff and unnatural.
They moved with a singular purpose, like moths drawn to a flickering flame, heading toward the castle's East Wing—Lucius's residence.
Luna's heart raced within her ribcage, and she felt a knot of fear tightening in her stomach.
How could her usually cheerful, albeit somewhat lazy brother be connected to this quietly spreading evil force?
Stealthily, like an experienced adventurer, Luna followed the terrifying procession—her small figure contrasting sharply with their monstrous forms. Her tiny hand clutched a small glowing orb she had secretly enchanted for illumination.
The corridor seemed endless, the air growing colder, with only the heavy footsteps of the creatures breaking the oppressive silence.
Reaching Lucius's door, she slowly pushed it open, the hinges creaking in protest.
What lay before her made her stomach churn.
Lucius, her carefree and sometimes annoying brother, stood bathed in the eerie glow of a floating orb, his face twisted in agony, his gaze vacant.
His hands were smeared with deep crimson blood as he tightly gripped the neck of a sobbing treant. The treant's vitality was clearly ebbing away, merging into the unsettling atmosphere that filled the room.
He was… feeding.
Not on food or anything that even someone with Magical Talent would consume.
He was siphoning the essence of these magical creatures, absorbing their power through a horrifying and twisted ritual.
He turned to face her, his eyes still glinting with a predator's red hue, locking onto Luna.
A smear of blood stained his lips, creating a terrifying contrast against his normally pale skin.
The lively and mischievous Lucius she once knew was gone, replaced by something… primal.
Luna's face remained expressionless, betraying none of the turmoil of fear within her.
“Lucius,” she said, her small hands trembling slightly, yet her voice was surprisingly steady, “what have you done?”
A low growl emanated from his chest, a sound that belonged to something not entirely human.
He swayed slightly, the deep crimson in his eyes slowly fading to confusion, followed by a flicker of fear.
Luna stepped closer, reaching out to gently wipe the blood from his lips with the corner of her sleeve.
Her touch seemed to shatter the last remnants of the monster's possession, leaving him looking bewildered and lost.
The oppressive magic that clung to him like a second skin seemed to dissipate, replaced by a chilling vulnerability.
A knot tightened in Luna's stomach.
How was she supposed to solve this?
How could she save him from… himself?
He looked down at his hands, still stained with the remnants of his horrific Feast, his breath urgent and ragged.
He opened his mouth to speak but only managed a choked “Luna.”
Luna's gaze hardened with determination.
“We need to talk,” she said, her voice low and resolute, “about that book on your desk.” Buckle up; we’re diving straight back into Luna’s magically chaotic life!
Goodness, what a night this has been, right?
Lucius jumped, much like I would react if someone brought up that embarrassing karaoke night.
"Luna... I... I can explain!" The words tumbled out of him as he hurried to get them all out at once.
The fierce look had completely vanished, leaving behind the familiar, slightly goofy Lucius.
Well, most of the time he was still familiar.
There was a look of panic in his eyes, a deep-seated fear that tugged at my heart.
"Explain why you're chugging Tree Spirit Milkshake?" I said flatly, trying to lighten the mood.
That idea wasn't great.
It only made him look more pathetic.
Honestly, the kid was a mess.
"Let's talk about that later. First," I pointed to the corpse of the tree spirit, which now resembled a deflated stuffed toy, "we need to clean this up."
He nodded blankly and began to fumble with the poor thing.
Honestly, he looked like he might throw up.
I sighed.
Sometimes, even when you're small, being the responsible one really sucks.
"Stop it," I said, halting him.
"I'll handle this. You just... sit down." I flicked my wrist and quietly recited a quick Cleaning Spell I had learned from an old Grimoire of my mother's.
The remains vanished in a cloud of lavender-scented smoke.
"Take this, evil forces!"
Lucius collapsed onto a nearby chair, looking completely defeated.
Alright, it was time for a morale-boosting speech.
"Okay," I began, clapping my hands together.
"Tell me everything. Start from the beginning. Don’t leave out any details, understood?"
He hesitated for a moment, biting his lips.
"It all started a few weeks ago. I found this book..." His voice trailed off as his gaze darted to a dark corner of the room, as if the book itself were lurking there.
"Is it the one on your desk?" I prompted, already knowing the answer.
Sometimes, having knowledge from a past life had its advantages.
"Yes," he whispered.
"It... it promised to give me power. It said it could unlock my true potential." Oh dear, here we go again.
"I know people always say I'm lazy and that I'm wasting my magic. I just wanted to prove them wrong."
"And then this book told you to drain the life force of innocent beings?" I raised an eyebrow and asked.
Honestly, some people just have no common sense.
He jumped in surprise.
"No! It wasn't like that at first. At first, it was just small things. A few drops of fairy dust, a small sip of Unicorn tears. Then... then it said I needed something more powerful. Something... primal." He shuddered.
"That's when the treant appeared."
Uh, Unicorn tears?
How cliché.
"Alright," I said, interrupting him before he could spiral into self-pity.
"We need to deal with that book. Let's go now."
He nodded vigorously and hurried to his feet.
"It's in the drawer of my desk. But... I don't know if I can touch it. It feels... wrong."
"Don't worry," I said, taking his hand.
"I'm here." Even though I was still a wobbly child, I felt strong.
Besides, my little head was filled with centuries of magical knowledge.
We walked toward the desk, a palpable sense of fear hanging in the air.
I could almost feel the book radiating dark energy, like the heartbeat of a demon.
It was disgusting.
I reached into the drawer and grabbed the troublesome book.
Its cover looked like it was made from human skin (so gross!).
The page was filled with symbols that made my head spin.
No wonder it had left Lucius in such a state.
“Alright,” I said, handing the book to him. “Tear it up.”
He stared at the book, his face twisted in disgust. “I... I can’t do it.”
“You can do it,” I insisted.
“You have to do it. This is your chance to take back control. It’s your opportunity to prove you’re not a monster.”
He hesitated for a moment, then slowly reached out to take the book.
As he opened it, his hands trembled, and his eyes widened in terror.
“I can’t understand it!” he said, sobbing.
“I keep seeing... seeing things!”
That was right. This was my plan. “Then don’t look! Just tear it!”
He let out a low growl and ripped the first page.
The paper tore easily, like wet tissue.
He tore another page, then another, adrenaline surging through him with newfound strength.
With each rip, the dark energy surrounding the book seemed to dissipate, and the air grew brighter and fresher.
Together, we shredded the book page by page until all that remained was a pile of torn Paper.
After tearing it apart, Lucius slumped back in his chair, gasping for breath.
"Well done," I said, patting his back. "I'm proud of you."
He looked up at me, "Thank you, Luna. I... I don't know what I would do without you."
"You'd turn into a vampire who drinks Tree Spirit Milkshakes," I grinned.
"Nobody wants to see that version of you."
He chuckled softly, his voice weak and feeble. "Yeah, I suppose not."
"Now," I said, becoming serious again. "What should we do next?"
Alright, I'll stop here for now. Next, we need to think about how to help Lucius break this strange dietary habit.
Buckle up, because we're about to dive into Luna's rather tumultuous night!
An ominous chill slithered in through the Door Gap; this was not the kind of fun, playful magical breeze but rather a sensation that felt like someone had forgotten a dark secret buried deep.
It seeped into Luna's room like a foul odor, the unmistakable feeling making her grip her copy of Beginner's Basic Magic Spells tighter.
Seriously, who names a book like that?
It sounded more like a chore than a guide to some amazing Ancient Spell!
Even the owls outside seemed to be delivering bad news rather than just being the usual nosy night creatures.
Something was definitely off.
Peeking through the Door Gap (after all, what else could a Cannon Fodder Baby in a story do?),
The guards appeared as if they had been replaced by wax figures.
Their faces were pale, their breathing faint... No, they were not asleep.
They had been subjected to a very dark magic.
Luna shivered.
This was not an ordinary magical mishap; this was a capital "D" danger.
Driven by an impulse akin to wanting to touch a "Do Not Touch" sign, Luna slipped out.
Was it quiet?
If someone dropped a pin, it would surely echo in the stillness.
That ominous aura felt like a heavy cloak, pulling her toward the kitchen.
Of course, it was the kitchen.
Where else would dark magic throw a party?
The kitchen looked as if a fairy food battle had just concluded.
Pots and pans, vegetables scattered everywhere... and Lady Ilysia lay unconscious, surrounded by fading magical light.
She had fought back valiantly; may her good intentions be rewarded, but it was clear she had lost.
Luna gasped.
She should seek help.
She shouted loudly.
"Do something!"
But her feet felt glued to the floor.
Was it morbid curiosity?
Maybe.
Or was the plot demanding her to stay?
Who knew?
Then, like something out of a nightmare factory, a group of bizarre magical creatures staggered out of the Food Storage Room.
One was a cyclopean Grolark (seriously, who would keep such a thing at home?) and another was a Lumiere covered in... goo.
Disgusting.
They were heading straight for Lucius's room.
Lucius!
That bright and cheerful boy.
What did he have to do with this strange gathering of creatures?
Despite being no bigger than a toddler, Luna summoned her inner ninja spirit and quietly followed behind them.
She tightly gripped a glowing orb—a toddler's version of a magical flashlight—because having a bit of light made sneaking around in the dark less dramatic.
Reaching Lucius's door felt like running a marathon.
The air was thick with fear.
As she pushed the door open, she nearly retched.
Dear, kind, slightly lazy Lucius radiated an eerie glow, and his face… was far from happy.
He was gripping the neck of a Sobbing treant, and oh my, the treant's life force was being drained away.
He was "feeding."
Not on cookies or anything normal.
He was siphoning the essence of magical creatures.
Seriously, who would do such a thing?
He turned around, his eyes red and terrifying, fixed intently on Luna.
Blood was smeared on his lips.
How "elegant."
The Lucius she knew was gone, replaced by something… "wild."
Luna, may her little heart for storybook adventures protect her, didn’t even blink.
“Lucius,” she said, her heart racing but her voice steady, “what have you done?”
A deep, rumbling roar emanated from his chest, sounding less like a human voice and more akin to that of a beast.
The red in his eyes faded, replaced by confusion, followed swiftly by a flicker of fear.
Luna stepped directly in front of him, wiping the blood from his face with her sleeve.
Clearly, she possessed nerves of steel and an impressive tolerance for grotesque sights.
Her touch seemed to bring him back to reality, making him appear both bewildered and fragile.
The nauseating feeling retreated like cockroaches scurrying away when the light is turned on.
Luna's stomach churned.
How was she supposed to resolve this situation?
He stared at his blood-soaked hands, breathing urgently.
He wanted to speak but only managed to utter her name, "Luna."
Luna's expression grew serious.
"We need to talk," she said softly yet firmly, "about that book on your desk."
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