Arrival of Teran

She stood up on her two feet, pushing off the wall to do so. Her breathing slowed down and became normal again, and Umbre adopted a fearsome position at Teran's shadow, almost ready to slap it. Lear prevented Umbre from hurting Teran, because she knew that the man had no patience at all. Lear nodded quickly, and sensed her surroundings for the signature of the purple-haired girl she had mentioned earlier. The magical flux was stronger to the East. Lear turned around, stepping to her right, and started walking.
"Follow me," she advised silently.

Teran nodded once, starting to walk just slightly behind Lear. On he outside, he seemed calm and cool, but on the inside, he was quivering with anticipation.

Umbre followed Lear expertly, imitating every one of her movements, if ever another conscious being should pop up as sharply as Teran had. Lear kept herself restricted, covering her body with the large brown scarf. She fastened her pace, not to try and lose Teran, but to get to the destination sooner. She knew that she couldn't outrun Teran, especially because of his morph. She felt selfish; her sense of life overwhelmed her sense of betrayal. She knew that Teran wanted something bad to the purple-haired girl or her siblings.

Teran also lengthened his stride, his heartbeat quickening. His golden gaze had turned to eagerness, his hands already tingling as he thought of the magic that would soon be coursing through them. He still remained slightly behind Lear, just in case the girl tried anything.

Lear guided Teran through the twisted passageways, making it seem like they were turning round and round. But Lear decided to take the quickest path to the girl she had known. Her signature magic was only getting heavier - sign that she was getting nearer. Lear felt humiliated, but also felt as if she had no other choice. Umbre's life wasn't to be lost. Lear lifted her eyes, to maybe perceive from afar the wanted girl.

The violet haired girl was walking alongside her twin, but Archangel seemed to be having some sort of difficulty. She was walking slowly, as if it pained her but she wasn't limping. Onyx was murmuring encouragement. Neither of them had sensed Teran or Lear.

Teran was almost quivering with excitement. It was taking all of his concentration not to let go of his magic. He clenched his hands into fists, striding ahead of Lear, towards the two unknowing girls.

Lear felt the signature energy approaching very quickly. It was not to be doubted of; the 'targets' were also moving. Lear gulped regrettably, not at all willing to do as this Teran orders. She was disgusted by herself, feeling that she had to do this. But Teran's potential in magic wasn't to be neglected - if Lear even dared to do something that displeased him, she would regret it.
Lear caught a glimpse of the violet-haired girl she had talked about. Her heart skipped under her ribs, and she stopped to a brutal halt.