Kamir story (doesn't really have a title yet)

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The Sadism Circus

Kamir was not fond of sadism, it sickened him; it sickened him terribly. Still, for some reason, he felt the need to be at the circus. Kamir couldn’t explain his disturbing urges to visit these shows. Perhaps it was because he could be around people who, like him, were different, or perhaps it was because he could be thankful for the accident that blinded him about two years ago.

Kamir was an air wizard – a trait not commonly found in Rhegia – and when he was eleven, he enjoyed fighting with other wizards of the three elements: earth, water, and air. Dueling was illegal, but Kamir’s arrogance drove him to meet with wizards, asking them to a duel. When he was turned down by those his own age, he ended up having to battle against older, more experienced wizards. Still, Kamir almost always won. Then he met the dragons, the masters of fire. Kamir didn’t know anything about fire or dragons, but challenged one anyway. Throughout the fight he struggled to ward off the numerous blows, trying unsuccessfully to create a shield of wind. At one point, Kamir thought he was doing relatively well, until the ground at his feet burst into flame. It shot towards the sky, licking Kamir’s face and curled around him. As abruptly as it had come, the bright scarlet-orange blaze sunk back into the ground with a hiss. The last thing the air wizard saw was the blurred image of the dragon, in human form, running toward him. An eerie blue cast illuminating her face, her eyes glowed yellow like a pair of lanterns in the middle of the night.

I’m going to die, Kamir thought as his world became fuzzy and distorted and faded into a world of nothing, nothing at all. Everything was black and… gone. He could faintly hear the girl talking to him. “Are you all right? I’m so sorry! Can you hear me? Please tell me you can hear me! Say something, something!” She was speaking so quickly that her words blended together.

Kamir tried to crawl away from her, but stopped as the air was shattered by laughter that pierced him and made him feel as though an army of ants were crawling slowly up his spine.

The same type of laughter brought Kamir back from his memory. Though he hated to do so, he turned to he left and asked the man next to him, “Would you mind telling me what’s happening?”

The man’s brow furrowed deeply, so that it came to a sharp point, barely touching the bridge of his nose. “Why don’t you see for yourself kid?” he said gruffly, a mix of sarcasm and annoyance in his voice.

“I’m blind, genius, and I’m not a kid. I’m thirteen,” Kamir snarled. The man snorted a chuckle, infuriating Kamir. “Tell me what’s happening!”

The man rose slowly, his hands clenched in tight fists. A growl rumbled deep in his throat as if unable to escape and make its presence known. “No one talks back ta me. Especially stupid worthless, blind, kids!” he yelled.

Kamir ignored the man’s retort and pushed his smooth, dark brown hair away from his face.

“Don’t ya have anything ta say?” the man growled. Kamir kicked the ground gently and said nothing.

“Insolence!” the man bellowed, drawing his fist back and letting it streak through the air. Kamir lifted his hand lazily, with annoyance. The man’s fist stopped in mid-swing, hovering in front of Kamir’s face. The man could not pull his arm back, nor could he push it forward.

“Why won’t my hand move?” the man grunted, trying franticly to withdraw his arm. Kamir listened to the man’s moaning with satisfaction.

“You’re wasting energy,” Kamir said coolly. The air leading from his arm to the floor had been altered from a gas to a solid. Moving the hand would be impossible.

In his panic, the man had started slapping at his frozen fist, but he seemed to come in contact with an invisible barrier.

“Tell me kindly what’s happening, and I will release you; leave you to mind your own business.” Kamir sighed, trying to ignore the man’s cursing.

“As if you could change the air,” the man snorted.

Kamir shrugged, turned to the man on his other side and asked, “Kind sir, what’s going on in the show?”

The man frowned. “How’d you know I was a ‘sir’? Ain’t you blind?”

“Yes, I’m, blind. Answer the question.” Kamir heard the man exhale sharply with irritation.

“And why should I be tellin’ you?” the man grumbled.

Kamir nodded to the other man who was still tugging on his arm. “Does that answer your question?”

The man’s eyes widened and he spluttered, “There’s a girl in a cage. Everyone’s throwing things at her. They’re going to-”

The air wizard smiled. “Thanks.” He bent down and, with his hand, searched for his walking stick. When he had found it, he casually released the first man’s arm with a gentle wave of his hand. He strolled out into the isle, letting the walking stick guide him instead of air. He felt objects whizz past him, and heard a girl crying out every time a loud splat or smack echoed through the small building.There was something familiar about the shrieks. Kamir pushed his way through a gate and found himself in the arena. Everything went silent. Almost everyone was holding their breath. No one had ever dared to go past the gate. Kamir could barely feel any disturbances in the air. Something was disturbing the air, though. The object was sharp, narrow, jagged and… smooth? Kamir flicked up his walking stick in front of his face. With a loud twang, the knife pierced Kamir’s walking stick, swaying side to side with tremendous speed, causing the stick to shake violently. A gentle tug from Kamir dislodged the knife. He tossed it to the ground as if it was harmless as a twig. Kamir continued his procession toward the girl in the cage.

“Leave me alone,” the girl snarled. Kamir recognized her voice, but couldn’t remember where he had heard it before.

“No. I’ve come to rescue you.”

Kamir felt the air shift as the girl crossed her arms to form an "X" “I need no help from you; I can take care of myself!” she screamed as she spread out her arms with great force.

"Now what?" Kamir mumbled to himself when the audience gasped. Then he heard the crackling and felt the heat of flame. Having just barely enough time to create and air shield to counter the surprise attack, Kamir was catapulted backward from the impact. He landed on his back, unable to breath, unable to move. The air wizard forced oxygen into his lungs, but was still struggling to breathe. He heard the clanking of metal falling to the ground, wondering what had just occured. The girl was looming over him, engulfed in blanket of smoke and ash. Kamir was, once again, grateful for his lack of vision. He recognized the voice now. It was the dragon he had met two years ago.