Chapter XV: The Plan

"What do you mean, brother?" Narth asked with a frown. He doesn't quite understand his brother's plan. "The priestess is in her room!"

"You know well that she is far from the priestess who I adored," Zierux answered. He collapses on his couch and sighs deeply. "She could not recognize a Farasha and asked me instead if I know the lady."

A Farasha is someone who resembles a butterfly, they can transform into one and they are highly capable of using powerful magic. Not everyone is blessed to be taught of their magic. As the priestess of the land and being one of a kind, Clairra is close to the Farashas teaching her their magic and how to summon a magical bow and arrows.

"As I said, brother, you cannot bring back a dead soul. There's just no way to do that!"

"There is a way!" Zierux slammed his hands on the table. "I have spoken to Ammilya and she recommends the Sage of No Name. Clairra bargained her life and he should know how to get her back."

"The mistress of evil, Ammilya?" Narth dis