Maple High School Academy Year 3
Last Chaos in Boneyard - Darksville

Darksville

SKY IS STILL SET in the moon when Evander and Arion make preparations for experiments. On the square table have lined several bottles of different colors. Blue bottle, vanker, and other types of bottles based on round and slender necks are already filled with the essence of each plant.

“Do it right, Dinner!” arion comments when he sees Evander whistling using ice chips to test the strength of mirrors with similar elements. “You experiment often, don't you? If it fails, it's the same you're useless.”

Evander did not respond. He focused his concentration on the mirror flakes. When ice particles come into contact, there is no reaction in the mirror. Evander complained, giving Arion a chance to test with the holy basil powder and water lotus they got from Potion Industry.

The results obtained from the mirror when in contact with the two plants are nil. Arion poked, his gray hair was already messy with anger. Evander scatters, smiles grinning as he says, “Useful.”

“What? Come on, say it once more!”

“Useful.” Evander enjoyed the facial expression of the owner of the mature brown skin. Arion met with redness due to emotion. “Didn't you say it yourself?”

Arion was already clutching the collar of Evander's robe, his hands on standby throwing fists, but was stopped in the air by Ashlen's talent.

Ashlen suspended their journey for a while. While waiting for Candra's turn to experiment assisted by Arion. Evander also sat next to Ashlen who observed the electric lily experiment. “So you're worried about, Chief?”

“No, just ...”

Evander furrowed his eyebrows when he saw Ashlen's facial water suddenly brighten. Immediately, he followed Ashlen's line of sight. Slightly stunned when he saw the region around the mirror flake filled with a dense black puff of smoke branching off. Each of those branches of black smoke moved in the air, coiling around, and even to the point of being wrapped around the bottle that Candra was holding that contained the essence of Bloodstone.

“Alright, it looks like we have managed to find the element.” Ashlen glanced at Candra to be sure. “Place in Darksville, right?” guess Ashlen, considering Menhera's nobles live there.

“Yes, but it looks like we should hurry there. Not to mention in Darksville there is an island separate from the center of the kingdom. We better get there first.”

“How many regions are on that separate island?”

“Only one, but—”

Evander interrupted the conversation, “Only one? …. And you said we should go there? Wouldn't it be a waste, if the area wasn't the strongest region in Darksville?”

“Ya ...,” Candra rubbed the nape of the neck, the habit when in doubt, “because there the rehabilitation place of the criminals before they are returned to the community. I think ... from that place we can find out something because of the location of the island separated from the territory of the kingdom of Darksville.”

Ashlen flanked his chin with his fingers, then nodded in agreement. “Boleh-can. So, later we can reduce the scale of the search.”

“Konyol.” Evander. His right arm stretched out, dictating, he removed the robe that made him feel claustrophobic. “If it is on a separate island, we will waste time. Not to mention we have to save money, we should not just throw that money.”

Arion had just come out of the house of John's couple, he brought four warm breads filled with slices of meat cut lengthwise and vegetables, while carrying a number of bottles of drinking water that are similar in number. “I don't think it's your money, Evan, but it belongs to Candra,” scolds him.

“Same as.” Evander's eyes instantly brightened and he devoured a piece of bread in a large mouthful.

“Heh!” Arion's rebuke seemed to be ignored by the Elf, he chose to sit while straightening his legs on the terrace of the yard.

Not long after, Arion took part in sitting at the side, even with a half-hearted state. Candra and Ashlen, who cleared up their experimental work, went cross-legged. Candra looks the most reluctant to reveal the hood of the robe.

“Once you can relax a little, Can. Do not be too tense,” Ashlen tips make Candra only review a little smile, even though it looks stiff.

 After saying goodbye to the family of John and getting an agreement about the mirror element, they split the group in two. Ashlen and Arion will collect the latest news about Darksville from Blue Harbor—, fearing their arrival will compound the intrigue at Darksville—, while Evander and Can are tasked with collecting their supplies to visit Darksville. After Ashlen's decision, Evander very clearly implied antipathy to Candra.

The blonde elf petrified, then nodded once. Ashlen with threats is not the perfect blend to start the day.

Like the rumors that developed in Maple Academy regarding the Half-Blood Noblesses Squad group, rumors about Ashlen's expertise in obtaining information have been spread. In fact, many people gave their wealth to be exchanged for a handful of information belonging to Ashlen. However, no matter how much the offer, as long as the mood is good, it certainly does not need to be difficult to get a piece of information. Ashlen will generously—can be, give it—or keep his mouth shut.

“Are you sure you'll put up with that Dinner, Can?” Arion whispers when Evander is getting a lecture from Ashlen due to his opposition.

Candra hung around, occasionally wetting the robe, then tidying her hair with her fingers every time a gust of wind hit her face. The right side near his eyes revealed irregular strokes due to his seal with the contracted animal.

Arion sighed, then said slowly, “You are too quiet, Can.” He pulled the head covering on Candra's robe, so that the shoulder-length blonde hair with a hint of black braid on the left side of his face was visible. “Trust me that at least you should appear confident without worrying about your own shortcomings.”

 The two teams had split up, immediately the sun felt a little bit from the top of the head. They gathered in front of the ship that was about to take them to Darksville. The deck of the ship is almost full, the journey to the dark area does take a long time, especially for those who want to stop at the port of Gantor.

Evander's supplies of anti-nausea potions were left in the meager, just blame it on their Werewolf team who had unfriendly digestion when dealing with sea transportation. Arion's face was pale, increasingly eroding the color of the mature sapodilla due to turmoil on his stomach.

Meanwhile, Ashlen looks the most relaxed even though the waves hit the ship. The back of the deck of the ship is full of various carry-on loads. Not a few people are increasingly anxious due to the suddenly cloudy sky.

“It looks like there will be a storm.”

“Could a Darksville seasonal storm happen today?”

“Entahlah. I just have a bad feeling about the ocean atmosphere now.”

The voice was clearly heard by the team. Worried about the safety of his group members, as well as himself who is increasingly alert if bad events happen to the team, Ashlen approached the skipper who was in the east of the ship.

 “Heh, Can, is a trip to Darksville often hit by storms?” Arion asked him in a soft voice, his chin resting on the side of the ship.

As usual, Candra did not let her face be exposed due to the wind. He inhaled the distinctive smell of the sea while closing his eyes. Although the weather is almost not good, Candra always misses the climate near the sea. He likened the sea as a slap not to repeat the events of the past.

“Sometimes,” Candra pauses her sentence, “but usually early in the season there are often storms. Not big, maybe it depends on the person passing through.”

“You speak as if a sinner has little luck,” sneer Arion. “Ah, but I think it's true. That brash elf is fucking shit, isn't it? He again had to postpone his dinner.”

Evander broke into the conversation, “You brash, chatty,” then his gaze turned to Candra, “and, you, Witch,” he pointed out, “don't scare people with that pessimism!”

“I'm not a pessimist, Evan,” bela Candra, “I only tell the facts and you shouldn't have to rent it like that. Remember what the Chief said, right? Control your emotions.”

Candra steps away, a limp Arion who has nausea must stop Evander's 'short axis. His hand was clenched, almost floating towards the head of the Wizard who was now on Ashlen's side.

“The boy!” evander said, furious.

The Darksville region southeast of Autumnlad borders directly with Cryoville to the north, making the journey to the Gantor— region - a separate island from Daksville— - often subject to surface storms in Cryoville - a change in air mass, this caused the surrounding geographical area to experience a storm.

The ship's deck shook, the ship's body was increasingly tossed by sea waves. Lightning flashes were already visible from a distance, like surrounding a part of the high sea. People have been in a mess to save themselves—even some have forgotten the luggage— especially when the water has seeped on the side of the ship. The screams of women, children, and baritone cries against each other. Wind speed has reached a range of 67 knots, not necessarily floated leaflets of cloth-cloth neck cover.

Skippers and crew and volunteers—including Candra, Arion and Evander— helped evacuate people to the secured parts of the ship. In the corner of the ship, Ashlen stands frozen, but his gaze is locked on the high seas. No one knows the thoughts of their team leader. Including when waves as high as 300 meters are right in front of them. “Oh, God …. ” The phrase did not come off echoing simultaneously.

Even when Ashlen jumps towards the sea and makes them panic in unison. “Ashlen!”