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My apologies for the delay - as I believe you understand, I've been somewhat more busy with school than I thought I would've been.
~Mist, San Aradia, breaking dawn
Tall woods, thin and pale, under the sky of dark blue, and land of silver dust under my feet. It is different every time, but leaves made of glass and silent melody of the forest never change. And it shapes the way I ask, mist and shadows twirling around me and hugging my mind. And I can't talk but in a whisper, craving to learn, to be able to do what I yet can't.
"Show me more," I say to him, to those darkened eyes that never stay the same, "show me everything."
And then he smiles, and I know I will do whatever he asks, for after that he will do whatever I ask.
"Patience. It's time for you to wake up now."
Opening my eyes, I found myself at the town's gates. Everything seemed to be asleep, calm and silent under still dark sky, as I slowly walked in. The wind teased me, trying to get me to remove my hood, but I didn't want to risk it - my appearance screamed a Wind Mage, and I couldn't tell if there was competition to watch out for. I disliked new places, and coming in in
secrecy. Looking up at the sound of flapping wings, I felt calmed the moment I spotted Otto. He was always there - and in a way, with him, my Contractor was as well. I smiled a little.
I sighed. Yes, I hated to pretend I'm something I'm not - or not anymore - yet my demon's instructions were clear, I wasn't to jump in like a Shadow I was. And from the wind told me, whispering softly against my skin, even with all my strength I could be out powered. For I wasn't the only Mage here, not even the only strong one. Not even - why, that was as much interesting as expected - the only Shadow one.
But again, it was too early for them to be awake.
I found my way to a tavern on a square, one that had either already been opened or was never even closed the night before, and watched as Otto landed on a box next to the door. He gave me an expectant look. Come out, I thought, watching through a window as a lonely girl inside swiped the tables. Shadows surrounded her, lurking in every corner of the bar.
Really, it was so easy to move them, to make the dark fall and the sounds turn silent - and then I just walked in.
Closing the door behind me, I let the darkness pull away a bit again, finding the girl with a candle, looking puzzled at scared at the same moment.
"How can I-"
She gasped for air before ending her sentence, but there was no air to catch. I watched as her eyes locked on mine, begging me to let her live, as her lungs lost the breaths she needed.
"Sorry," I muttered, in a calm voice as always, "I can't risk you appearing somewhere."
I let go of her, and the girl collapsed on the floor. It was somewhat sad, I didn't like having people killed if they did nothing wrong, but my Contractor gave me very clear instruction.
What I need is in that town, Cassie, he said. What I need and what I desire. You... Understand what that's like, don't you? And I did understand - perhaps even better than anyone could think I did.
Sighing again and calming my thoughts, I took Elyon out from her covers, moving her through the air with concentration and precision - I didn't want to take down the building - in the shape of an eight. I could feel the Wind magic, my inherited talent, and I took a deep breath, enjoying the freedom I'd feel every time air would become so easy to bend. Shadow magic came slower, but it came, twisting and turning, around my body and my mind, and merged with the air around me, deleting the line that separated my two talents.
I watched as the air and the shadows moved and shaped around me, observing myself in the mirror in the corner. After a moment, I could no longer see my reflection - and then I was there again, but it wasn't me anymore.
You were born with a gift to manipulate one element you can ever run out of, my Contractor told me once, enough time ago for me to forget was it a sunny or a rainy day; but the words sticked forever. You make a wrong move, and you're gone forever.. But you do it the right way, and you can do everything. If the air around you moves, and if the shadows fall in the right way, they can hide or expose you, make you invisible or change your face for
those who don't look long and careful enough.
I glared at myself. Well, I got the girl's face rather well, but I knew it wasn't very important anyway; no one ever payed much attention to the girls working in taverns like that one, and everyone who did were drunk enough not to care whom they're seeing in front of themselves.
I stepped behind the bar, and moved the shadows once again - this time, they covered the body like a cloak, not living anything visible. I was sure I wouldn't be able to keep it hidden like that for a long time, but for now, it had to be good enough. I stood up just as first customers came in.
In the middle of the morning, a girl came in, followed by an elk.
An elk? Could a Familiar be any more freaking obvious?
She was offered a drink, yet she refused - she only wanted to know where to find a certain lady, going by the name of Zan Dzierzega. Well, I wouldn't be so sure if it was a lady, if I haven't heard that name before. Even before meeting my Contractor, I was thought of history of this place - and when one of the men mentioned Jack, the town sheriff, I was sure I was on the right place.
The Shadow Mage who betrayed his Contractor, and the White Mage
who made him do it - I had to control myself and not suck air out of that girl's lungs. My Contractor wasn't the only one who needed that Contract now - Valastro was the one who now depended on what I do, wasn't he? And if the previous Shadow Mage could have been deceived to switch sides just like that.. I shook my head, watching the girl leaving towards the sheriff's place.
With a smile and careful not to step on the body behind the bar, I asked one of the lovely gentlemen - who seemed to be such good friends with the dead girl that they didn't even noticed anything has changed - to take care of the bar as I take a walk. They nodded without looking up form their drinks.
I took another deep breath as I left the inn. The air here was somewhat dusty and warmer than where I came from, but nevertheless, I liked being outside. Having checked that no one could see me, I let my disguise fall. It would be pain to keep putting it up and down every time I stepped into that tavern, but I knew it would serve me well. For a start, at least. Until a Mage with enough experience or power walks in, and then I'd need to rely on my own strength.
Walking in a random direction - though the opposite one of which I sent the girl from before to the sheriff's - I closed my eyes, and let my thoughts take me home. To the days when I was still practicing my Wind Magic with my parents, the days when I still dreamt of becoming a Sage one day, the days in which I read the stories of Jack and Zan with adoration for their bravery.
Unavoidably, my mind lead me to the darker days - those in which I came home to find everything gone, those I spent crying and craving revenge, those in which I had only one friend.. Those in which I signed my contract.
I opened my eyes as I bumped into something, losing my balance for a moment.
The next second, a man I would practically need to stand on a chair to properly look in the eyes, was holding my wrist. I took a step back, and he let me go. I was sure I was blushing - I didn't like bumping into people, not even while thinking of my Contractor.
“My apologies,” he said. I was wondering if this man was someone to fear or someone to team up with - I nodded and did my best to smile.
"It was my fault," I said. "I..wasn't paying attention to where I was walking." I did my best to recall what Jack looked like. Well, I was pretty sure the skin tone was wrong, but the fact that someone looked like he could blend with the shadows didn't put him on my side. Be friendly. Just be friendly and everyone will leave you alone. "My name is Cassie."
The man smiled, revealing dazzling white teeth. “The name is Centhron, my lady. You may call me Cent.”
Something in the way he talked, or maybe in the my lady part of that sentence, made me wonder if I should bow or something. Having spent so much time with a demon, I stopped feeling comfortable among people. And, for that matter, I stopped feeling like I even belonged among people.
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