Strongest Warlock - Wizard World Irregular

Ever since Hecate was born, she had been obsessed with a recurring dream that she had from time to time.

In that dream, she saw a Princess that was loved by many.

Unfortunately, a Witch had put a curse on her, making her fall asleep for eternity.

Many tried to find her, and yet, they all fell before they arrived at her resting place.

But one day, a handsome prince with long blue hair and blue eyes overcame the trials and arrived where she lay.

He then gave her a kiss so sweet that it broke the curse and finally woke her up from her slumber.

Hecate didn't know why she kept on having that recurring dream.

She had seen the Prince many times in her dreams, and yet, she couldn't remember what he looked like after waking up.

Still, she believed that she would know when that same thing happened to her.

'I think I found my Prince,' Hecate thought as the handsome young man, who was lying beside her just moments ago, pressed his lips over hers and kissed her affectionately.

She didn't know how a simple exchange of "good morning" led to such a development.

But she wasn't complaining.

When Ethan kissed her last night to recharge his magic reserves, the final puzzle piece that had been missing in Hecate's mind had fallen into place.

Fractured memories had flowed inside her mind, telling her what she needed to know.

But these memories were incomplete, and now, she understood why.

Ethan's kiss washed away all the remnants of sleep inside her head, replacing it with a certainty that she had been born for this moment.

When their kiss ended, she took the initiative to kiss him back as if what he had given her wasn't enough.

No.

It wasn't enough.

How could a single kiss compensate for a lifetime of regret?

How could a single kiss compensate for a lifetime of heartbreak?

How could a single kiss compensate for a sacrifice made out of love?

But Hecate knew that they had just arrived at the starting point.

This Fairy Tale was far from the happy end that she hoped for.

The storyteller who was supposed to say "And they lived happily ever after" was nowhere to be seen.

The reason?

Because the story was not yet complete.

As Hecate pulled back and gazed into Ethan's eyes brimming with guilt and sadness, she couldn't help but cup his face and plant a kiss on his forehead.

"Ask," Hecate said firmly.

She only said one word.

But it was the word that Ethan wanted to hear.

"Are you Ramona?" Ethan asked.

Hecate hesitated, but still nodded in the end. "I am Ramona. But, I'm merely the half that completes her."

"Half?" Ethan did his best to keep his voice from breaking. "What do you mean by that?"

He had hoped that Hecate was indeed Ramona. But, it seemed that it wasn't as simple as he imagined it to be.

Seeing the pain in his eyes, Hecate nodded and told him what she knew.

"Do you remember Godfrey's story yesterday?" Hecate asked. "The Progenitor of Magic, who has the same name as me, held Princess Ramona's soulless body in her arms.

"That soulless body is me. I am the vessel that holds Princess Ramona's soul and allows her to live in this world.

"Mortals have different kinds of memories. Memories of the soul, memories of the body, and memories of the heart. I possess the memories of Princess Ramona's body and heart, but my rebirth sealed them away."

Ethan's eyes widened in shock because he wasn't expecting this answer from Hecate.

If she was indeed born from Princess Ramona's body, it explained why she had similar features to the Princess.

Hecate, who didn't know what Ethan was thinking, continued her explanation.

"Perhaps the Progenitor of Magic had a change of heart, so she decided to give us a chance. Although I say that I am only Ramona's vessel, the truth is that both of us are one and the same.

"I am only able to move because my soul is connected to me directly through the weave of magic. What I see, she sees. What I feel, she feels. Even the words I am saying now are words she wants to say to you.

"But we are not complete. Just like how she cannot live in this world without a vessel, I cannot live in this world without my soul. However, since the Progenitor knew that she couldn't come to you, I was born to undertake this mission.

"Only when I reunite with my soul will we finally be complete. But for that to happen, you must find the Progenitor of Magic at World's End. Sadly, I no longer remember the path I chose to get there.

"But, there's hope. There is another person who knows how to get there, and it is none other than Godfrey."

Hecate closed her eyes before heaving a sigh. "But know this, Ethan. The Progenitor of Magic also sees what I see, hears what I hear, and feels what I feel. She had waited hundreds of years for the timelines to overlap with each other.

"If I were to regain a fraction of my memory by being kissed by you, I was supposed to tell you to look for her, and gamble with your life on the line to reclaim our soul."

Hecate once again opened her eyes and smiled sadly.

"It will not be easy because one mistake, and you will end up like me," Hecate said sadly. "A vessel without a soul. But you know what, Ethan? The Progenitor of Magic also placed a memory of hers inside of me, which makes me feel fearful about something."

"About what?" Ethan asked as he gave Hecate's hand a light squeeze, assuring her that she could tell him everything. "Tell me."

After a brief hesitation, Hecate nodded and told him what she knew.

"She said that your vessel is unique—one that Progenitors would fight for," Hecate said. "So if you gamble with your life and lose, Hecate will take over your body and become a being that would surpass a Progenitor."

Hecate's hands trembled as she cupped Ethan's face.

"Frankly, my body and soul don't wish for you to face her," Hecate said. "Perhaps, she made this arrangement to capture you, knowing that you will come to her willingly. She must know that, after hearing my story, you would definitely go find her."

Ethan used his fingers to lightly brush the tears that were threatening to fall on the side of Hecate's eyes.

"Well, she's not wrong," Ethan replied. "You said that she shares your senses right? She can see what you see, and hear what you hear?

"Yes," Hecate nodded.

"Good." Ethan's face changed to one of determination. "Hecate, I'm coming for you. So make sure to keep Ramona's soul safe."

The young lady's body trembled for a bit before the color of her pupils changed to a golden color.

"Come, child," Hecate said in a teasing tone. "I'll wait for you at World's End. Ramona has already waited long enough. How long do you plan to keep her waiting?"

"I'll be there as soon as I get my tour guide," Ethan answered. "It won't be long before I find you."

"Action speaks louder than words. Godfrey isn't a pushover who will obey you. If you want his help, you need to beat him first.

"But remember this. There are only a handful of methods that can make a Demigod yield. Unless you have a way to bind him with words, winning against him is futile. Last but not the least, the body of this Half-Elf will deteriorate after a year.

"A body without a soul will not be able to last for a long time. If not for the fact that I made arrangements for her to be born as a Half-Elf, she would have perished a decade ago.

"And the moment this body dies, Ramona can kiss her 'Happily Ever After' goodbye. I have already given her a chance. There won't be a second time.

"Goodbye for now, Ethan Gremory.

"If you survive your battle with Godfrey, and manage to convince him to cooperate, we will eventually meet at the World's End.

"One last thing—tell Ashmedai that if he interferes, I'll destroy Ramona's soul. You have been warned."

After saying those words, Hecate fainted as the Progenitor released her control over her body.

Ethan carefully poured a small portion of a rejuvenation potion inside Hecate's mouth to help speed up her recovery.

When she finally regained consciousness, she couldn't remember the fact that the Progenitor of Magic had possessed her body for a moment.

"I guess you succeeded in passing your message to her," Hecate said weakly.

"Yes," Ethan replied as he planted a kiss on the young lady's forehead. "Sleep for now, then let's have breakfast after an hour."

Hecate nodded because she was feeling very weak after the Progenitor had descended into her body.

Although he felt that things had become complicated, Ethan had decided to find the Progenitor of Magic.

If that was the only way that he could save the Princess who had risked her life for his sake, he would not back down from the challenge, even if he had to face the Progenitor of Magic.