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Tuesday, September 12, 1546 E.E (Emporor era)
After Gengasi hours.
Skyler wants me to keep a journal of the time I’m with them, to the best of my remembering on this journal I bought. She says it will nurture a good state of mind, or something like that. This is the best I can remember this time, so excuse anything I may forget. And by the way, anything in this writing is notes on what I did.
The blue waves rushed to greet me as I walked along the tan seashore. I wadded into knee deep water, and it got excited that I was here again. The water became abnormally still for a moment. I glanced at the marble blue waves, seeing a shaky reflection of myself. I saw my bright orange hair that was floating around me, floating on the water. I also saw my blue eyes. Royal blue eyes. The eyes of a freak. The water’s trance broke. Ice cold water danced all around me, reliving all of the stress from searching for some change, jewelry, and other things that people may have dropped.
The fish swarmed around me, flashing colors of yellow, green, and white. Five oysters came to rest by my legs. I crumbled a bunch of stale bread I found during the day and dropped it into the water. The fish and oysters, in return, gave me some tokens that they had found. After ten minutes of receiving, I tallied up what I had. It comes out that I had three very pretty shells, which some lady would buy tomorrow, two full sea dollars, five pearls, a ring with a stone I think is fake diamond, a pair of red earrings, and a fist-sized sparkly rock. I stripped of my clothes and gifts, and rode the unnatural current that brought me miles out into the ocean.
My best friend, a male bull shark, rushed to greet me. I call him Benko, the Docian word for friend. He circled the water around my, his tail swishing. He beckoned for me to ride; I obeyed the command. He took me to the target, a school of fish that was already surrounded by other sharks. The water made a huge air bubble that stuck to my face so I can breathe while I’m underwater. I silently thanked it. As he found the smell of tuna and the other sharks, he transitioned into hunting mode. I cling to him as we approach the frantic school of tuna. Sensing shelter in me, they dart towards my body. While Benko hunts, I make the 'spiritual' transition into his body. I can almost sink into Benko, seeing as he sees smelling as he smells, hearing as he hears- it doesn’t ever get old. As I finish the transition, I ask the water to secure my floating body to Benko’s back. It does as I ask, and I go back into hunting mode. The sweet, coppery smell of fresh blood floods our nose. We lock on a target, and sprint there. Flesh sinks into our teeth, and bones crunch and snap as we completely crush and swallow our prey. The sweet, irony, luscious taste of blood and the fresh, soft, and somewhat bitter taste of tuna flesh combine to make a mouth-watering combination. As we finish that bite, the dull colors of yellow tuna and the enhanced browns of the sea floor barely help us lock onto another big tuna. We sprint to grab it, and suddenly stop. A great white shark glides by, locked on the same one. Instead cause trouble, we settled on another one. As the taste of tuna filled our mouth again, I felt full and went back to my own body.
I’m going up, okay? I ask benko, in a way I usually don’t.
I’m eating. I’ll see you later, or tomorrow. I‘m lucky I have benko. He keeps me from starving, like all of the other yamento, or the poorest version of a citizen. I used to be a gonto, or someone in the middle class, but ever since my parents were killed by a crazy mage, I was sent to the yamento class. Well, anyways, most yamento starve. I get a good meal every day and night. The water drifts me back to shore. Seaweed wrapped around my waist and legs, making a makeshift skirt. Another seaweed plant made some type of bikini, in case someone was there. I got to shore, and put on my rags over the seaweed. There were no people here, so I walked the seashore to find shells for a bit. I rushed home after that, not wanting to be caught in the occasi, or slums, at night. I went to my little lake, unseen, striped, and jumped in with all of my cargo in the bucket I found one day. I let them go in the water, where it was pushed to a small cave on the shore. That’s my home.
The fish swarmed on the bottom, attacking some bread I dropped. Someone must have seen me jump, because I saw a life preserver floating in the water. I brought my head from the water, but just my head. I saw a man sitting there, feet in the water. Some barracuda came up to surface to protect me. The man saw me and said:
“Where is your mother?” HE asked. Lanky, blond hair reached his chin. The bangs were cut crudely to let his eyes look through. They were a light green, with a sort of distant look to them. They were surrounded by freckles, like a school of fish.
“I don’t have one.” I said, using my voice for the first time since I got to the sea.
“Your father?” He asked
“I don’t have one.”
“Well, where do you go to school?”
“I don’t.”
“You’re telling me you don’t go to mage school?” I started to growl, the after affects of blending with Benko. He pulled out all of his pockets, and showed that he had no weapons. Your fists, stupid. I know I shouldn’t speak bad of a person, as my ma always said, unless they speak bad of me, but only I’m reading this anyways. Fortem excuse me, since I know you’re listening.“Will you come out?”
“No.” The barracudas started to make themselves visible. “You’re tricking me.”
“I’m not going to hurt you. I swear on my mages’ badge.”
“Then go away. I never want to associate with another zento (or a mage). You’ll kill me, just like your kind killed my ma and pa!” I scream, rushing underwater. He slid into the water, seemingly not to notice that I was naked. Even though, I beckoned my clothes to me and slid them on. The barracudas went to see what prey I got for them.
“Tell your friends to stop.” He said, as if we were out of water.
“No. Never come near me.”
“I will not hurt you. I swear upon-”
“Swear upon what, your family’s honor? You don’t have any here. Go back to Satan if you want honor.” I don’t remember much of what happened after that, I just remember us almost fighting physically. This is what I can somewhat retrieve from my memory.
“I am a fully accredited mage. I can force you.” He snarled, vines dancing along his hands and arms, bearing thorns and spikes.
“I dare you to try.” I taunt. Vegetation from the floor to grab me. I start to panic, then realize that its algae. Algae is a protista, not a plant. I have as much control over it as any he has. I forced the seaweed to release me and go back to its normal height. By then, I was at my cave, and I scrambled up. He was there, waiting. “Get out of my house. Now.” I insist, my voice enhanced with a little poison.
“Not until you explain some things.” He replied. Vines came to wrap around his feet, securing him to the ground.
“Then you’ll be hungry for a long time. I’m not helping you get food.”
“Can you please just answer some questions?” In addition, he sent vines to attach to his arms, so he couldn’t attack.
“Fine. What?”
“First, What is your name?”
“Blossom Quitselie.” I should have given him a fake name.
“How do you make a living?”
“The gengasi, or marketplace. I sell things the fish find for me.” Again, I probably should have lied.
“Last question. How long have you been a mage?” Anger surges though me. Water comes to me, making a water spout behind me, spinning like a tornado.
“I am not, and will never be, a mage! Now GET OUT!” I scream, and the water pushes him out of the cave. Great. Now is the time I lie. I instantly curse my short temper.
“Sorry. You won’t rid of me so easily. I’ll be here before dawn. Goodnight, see you in the morning.”
“Wait,” I insist.
“Hmm?” He asked.
“I answered your questions, now you answer mine.”
“Fine. What do you want to know?”
“What is your name?”
“Kyle.” What’s his last name? I ask myself.
“How do you make a living?” I ask.
“I’m a mage, but not a psycho one. I can talk to plants, like you talk to water.”
“But how do you know it isn’t just fish?” I ask.
“Did you see the cyclone above your head?”
“Oh, right. Well, why are you here? You’re obviously from the north.”
“You gave me three questions, and I gave you three questions. I’ll see you in the morning.”
“Wait.” I cried unexpectedly, as he walked towards the exit. My own voice seemed to be separate from me, as if it had it's own mind, doing something I didn't want it to do.
He stopped.
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