The swamp looked oddly familiar to the third floor, the only difference was the silence.No sound was made, no life was there to be seen.Kay eyes drifted towards the rotten corpse, her flesh cut to the bone. He also noticed the man, crying over that body, holding her with tender and grief.Kay understood what he was seeing.“Everything about him and me… you could say it started on our childhood, but… the turning point was here.”“What happened?”He felt a wave of anger, foreign to him, taking control of his mind, until it washed away, a deep numbness corroded himself.“A envious wife.” Was all she said, before returning to the history lesson. Ley was about to be taken away from her by his friends when a mysterious person appeared before them.It looked like an ordinary old man, but Kay knew better.He had the same feeling that Long had, mixed with that of the two-headed blacksmith.“That’s the man who started everything.” Kay saw the strange touching Ley’s shoulder.“Would you like t
“Where’s this place?” He asked aloud, his gaze wandered on the big room. He noticed a banner behind a throne, one that showed the mighty phoenix.Sitting there was someone that Kay recognized on the spot. How could he not, since he was looking at the split image of himself, with only more regal clothing.Together with that one person was another one that Kay couldn’t take off his eyes.Liria was sitting on his lookalike lap, both sharing an deep, erotic kiss.“What… what?” He asked, dumbstruck. This was, probably, the first time someone ever had envied themselves.“This, as I’m sure you know, is Enkai… the one you inherit the Phoenix power from.” She giggle, and then the scene kept playing out. “Look closely at what happen next.”Enkai begun to kiss Liria’s neck, they both were almost doing it right there, when the doors opened with a loud bang. “Sir it’s terrible… oh… am I interrupting something?” Another member of the Phoenix clan entered, eyeing both lovers with an arched brow.“No
“Y’er looking a bit pale.”“Ssshould ressst for a bit.”“When will we arrive there?”Kay filtered the questions of the three, a bit of indignation on his face. “Why are you guys following me?”“Want to see my weapons in action.”“I’m curiouss on how long you’ll lassst.”“I’m hungry.”He eyed the two and a half creatures there with an incredulous look. Sighting a bit, he eyed the circle where he first arrived with annoyance.“None of your reasons are good!” He pointed, angry at the group, but soon relented. “Sorry… I’m still a bit… overwhelm at the recent events.”The blacksmith released a breath, reminding himself about what exactly the boy discovered, as well as who he had fought to achieve that knowledge.He wondered why Jago choose him for that job. He was really bad when it came to children. Stealing a glance from the youth, the blacksmith sighted. He looked taller… and stronger as well.‘Welp, I was wrong about y’er… Kay Rosebury’s already a fine man.’ Chuckling to himself, he ey
After taking the bath, he excused himself from Zera’s flat and went to the streets, to see how much the city changed after two months.For his disappointment, nothing changed much. There’s still the same streets, the same people…He didn’t knew what to expect, but he supposed, wanted, to at least see some difference. To, at least, see that he mattered in someway…He eyed the castle above the mountain top, the same one where the Magic King inhabited, a small smile playing in his lips.‘I may not be important now, but… soon.’Then, he smelled something good from some stands away. Walking towards it slowly, he eyed the door and smiled at seeing the restaurant food. He was about to enter, but stopped himself.Touching his pocket, he sighted as he felt no bulge in them.“I’m hungry…” He sighted, only then noticing that he was surviving out of holy water for a month. ‘When did things get so problematic.’He was about to turn back and go towards his home, where his belonging should be, when
“He sure is working hard, eh?” The blacksmith sighted, looking at Kay’s back. The boy was trying to efficiently connect his Qi to his runecraft, but was finding no success, besides what he usually had.They watched him training like this since yesterday. Exhausting himself more and more, to the point that Zera had to drag him out of the forest, just so he could eat something.“While father would be proud… he would also worry about him.” The plant child chided, sitting in Zera’s lap. “He should rest, but it’s not on my place to stop him.”The Arcana kept quiet. She was thinking about what happened when Kay’s returned from the commercial district and frowned.He was pissed.Later that night, she was contacting Seth, along with other contacts, which led her to found out about Kay and Leon little meeting.She mostly let him train after that, since she knew he would have to get it out of his system, one way or the other. Her thoughts were unfocused but they would usually drift to Rosebury
In the middle of the night, in a run down church in the outskirts of the town, two high devotees were kneeling down towards a scholar, someone one rank higher.“What is the bidding of Janus?” One of them asked the high scholar, who had a grandfatherly smile, that didn’t fully reached his ears, on his round face.Taking out a stack of papers, he placed the list of the 21 candidates for the throne in the altar. Then, he proceeded to take four files, each marked with a blue stamp.“These are the ones lord Janus wants us to guide.” Both eyed the files that contained the Magician, Hierophant, Temperance and Star. “As you can see, this time, we have a very hopeful candidates…”“Sir… I was wondering… each of those have alliances to nobility.” He squirmed, feeling nervous at the spotlight. “The people of Amynistrad already hate the nobility… so, why would Janus choose these people… if they’ll most likely will be dictators?”The old man considered the question, his spectacles shining under the
Two weeks later, Kay was practicing one specific rune from his Grimoire,This was, perhaps, his most useful magic, but it also was complicated and difficult to use in battle.He rested his hand, his breathing labored, as he eyed the tree ahead of him, bound by blood. It was also rotting, slowly, but it was happening.He spat.The Blood Bind he was trying to work on was not supposed to corrode it’s target, but he couldn’t get that part right.Taking the knife, he made another incision on the palm of his hand, drew a magic circle on another tree, this time he tried to alter the runic array to something different than what was on the book, and proceeded to draw the same runes with his blood-empowered Mana.The red bindings emerged from within the tree and Kay felt the connection almost immediately.He smirked.The spell was, originally, a curse that rotted the opponent from the insides, in a way that consumed the Mana from both around and from within the target. That was why he needed to
It took a minute for Zera to realize Kay disappeared, and she immediately tried to locate him. She felt furious at the candidate and at herself, for she knew that she had to keep an open eye towards where he was.She also felt worry creep into her heart and crush it under it’s despairing grip.It took an hour, but she met Kay again. Zera was about to scold him, when she caught his eyes.There was guilt, shame and… fear.“What happened?” She asked, to which Kay embraced her. “W-w-what?” She stuttered, her face was in a deep red, she could only marvel at the beating of his chest.“We need to go…” He whispered in her ear, making her feel dizzy.‘It’s… everything it’s going too fast! He wants to do it now? And here?’ She was about to nod, but Kay had other concerns. He took her on his arms and begun running towards their home.“Kay!”He ignored her, focusing on jumping from roof to roof.“We’re in danger.” He whispered, trying to feel the humidity around him, checking for any movement.Th
In a dark room, filled with papers and info, a middle aged man face was illuminated by a computer. In there, he was moving files while ignoring the raging migraine that was splitting his head open.It has been years since this pain cursed his existence.He was a reporter by the name of John Doe and, like the name implied, he was the visage of the average Joe. He payed his bills, walked to his job as a reporter and, overall, had a common routine.Yet, he was far from what could be expected of a simple man.While his Magic was weak, his spell work average and talent for magic beyond that of a donkey, he was smart. Smarter than many around him.This, couple with his inquisitive nature and the ridiculous amount of free time he usually had led him to know things he wasn’t supposed to.He, for example, knew something was amiss with the way Amynistrad worked. He always looked towards other places to live, since power was all that mattered… and this lead to a few, disturbing, conclusions.Why
Michael was having a good day so far.He was walking away from a burning church, his blue flames were melting the walls, eliciting a small chuckle each time he turned back. His walk was calm and collected, a clear contrast to those around him, but he did not care.Sheep didn’t had any right to change anything, for they could not change anything.He eyed a mother, with her child, who both cried and held a small, wooden, symbol. After a quick look, he recognized it as a rosary, which ruined his good humor.Walking towards the couple, he extended his hand and allowed a prison for blueish flames to circle both. Entering the dome, the flames did not touch him, but welcomed him instead.Both mother and child looked at him fearfully. A look he enjoyed as much as hated it.His memory played a bit with him, showing another mother and child in their place, but they were not holding a rosary, instead, they were branded with a pentagram in their arms.The symbol of the East Resistance.A surge of
Felicia honestly couldn’t remember when it all started. All the hatred, the pain and scorn that mother directed at her brother, the same brother she loved… it all sickened her. She could still remember a time where they lived a happy live, where her mom wasn’t obsessed with all of this. The longing feeling in her chest almost made her yelp in pain. Indeed, they where once a big family. She always had a lingering suspicion that there was another thing at play, another thing that destroyed her mother mind, but couldn’t know what it was. Her mother had unstable moments, but the way she acted after Kay’s unique magic was found out… it was on another level. Almost like she felt threatened at his presence. It made no sense, for she was was powerful enough to ascend to nobility, even thought she didn’t even had a name before. It was unbelievable, but she was stronger than most of the Rosebury family combined. Not only that, but she also bore a magic that could restore the Rosebury’s puri
Kay eyed the small piece of paper in front of him with disappointment and bitterness. Idly, he considered just barging in the Rosebury’s and be done with this stupid ordeal, but calmed himself at the words of the Blacksmith, who watched his suffering with amusement. “Remember, Kid. A king’s someone who thinks before act.” The head spoke yet again. Kay knew why he was having that conversation. Yes, he was still angry at the way both of them tried to convince him to give it a rest, and while he knew why they were worried, he also was certain that, if he was to stop working, he would go crazy. So, he tried again to wrote the words that would either bring him together with his family or make them kill each other. Eyeing the paper, he sighted. “This ain’t going anywhere!” He threw his arms up in frustration, the water around him surging as his emotions got the best of him. After he saw both the table, floor and the blacksmiths drenched, he calmed himself down. “Tell me, kiddo… what wil
He woke up with a grimace. Eyeing his surrounds, he quickly calmed himself. The dream, if he could call it that, was so real that gave him chills, yet it couldn’t be anything more than that…At least, that was what he kept repeating to himself. For someone like him, who vowed to never be powerless again, having someone who could so easily enter his mind was terrifying. Even more so if he could control his dreams like that…“No… a dream! That’s all it is!” He stood up, his body aching and his legs trembling. Idly, he wondered if he was as tired as he seemed. Running a hand through his hair, he tested his feet, a grim smile plastering itself on his face. This will take it’s toll… specially on my plans for the next few days…As infuriating as it was, he had to meet his mother again. Not only he craved to see her face when she figures how her entire lineage was on his hands, he also had to discuss how they now served him.It was only normal, after all.No matter what his dreams said about
Kay rose from his slumber as an all too familiar headache exploded. Groaning, he tried to get up, but quickly dismissed the idea as pain shot through his nerves.He tried to remember what happened yesterday, but was drawing a blank. Even thought he kept forcing himself to remember how he ended up in that situation, all he felt was pain.Then, came a smell.He felt his mouth water at that. With renewed vigor, he rose from his bed and his door burst open. He felt himself drawn forward to the delicious scent.There, he saw a plate, full of blood and guts, waiting for him. His alarms shook as he took a tentative step towards the gory visage. His left hand went towards the spoon, it’s skin replaced by the familiar blue scales.He was about to eat, when he took notice of a small detail.Inside the plate, buried beneath the red, was a face… Zera’s face.He jolted himself as a presence made itself known in that room, that was quickly morphing and becoming a nightmarish space. The walls were m
He eyed the destruction with a frown marred on his childlike features. The infernal flame made his white hair stand on it’s end. He briefly wondered if this was fate… or if it was merely vengeance. “What an ugly sight… such vulgar flames shouldn’t be of your interest, Noah.” Nemesis, the Justice Arcana and a sister from the orphanage he grew, spoke with cold indifference. He knew her enough to not be surprised at this. They both wore their best attires, Noah’s was a bit roughed up, while Nemesis, like always, just seemed gloomy and dark. “He is, however, the one destined to bring the world I desire to see.” He made a clicking noise, suddenly remembering about the Fool’s last spell. “Still… for him to have dragon blood…” He shook himself. Plans would need to be made and he would need to make sure that Kay Rosebury would not be his enemy, but for now… he would need to proceed on his actions. He needed to form an alliance with the emperor in front of him. Their eyes met, one carrying
Why! Leon though, sending burst after burst of energy, trying to hit Kay, with little to no success. Why do you keep running? Why do you always run away, like a coward? Like father? With a mighty cry, he let his Mana run wild. Myriads of Magical Circles formed, the waves destroyed the entire area. Panic screams followed soon after. “Where are you? You coward!” Kay ran. His arm lay limp by his side, useless. His Mana was used with the sole purpose to stay awake, to not falter. However, this proved futile, as he could feel his eyelids heavy, his mind was drifting towards eternal darkness. Not yet? He kept counting the seconds, drawing more and more runes to keep Leon at bay. The fire was running wild, charred corpses were laying there. The disgusting smell filled his nostrils, kept him awake through the whole ordeal. At his left, he heard a woman crying. At his right, a man was seeking something, possibly his child. Kay realised, with a grimmace, that this was war. His bod
Took some time for him to map out Leon’s movements, but with his brother constant attacking, Kay felt like he got a good notion about how his opponent thinks. He kept quiet, slowly waiting for an opportunity, until he finally had the chance. Jumping out, he drew a quick rune and sent a wave of fire against his brother, whom blocked it with his shield. Then, Kay used the “Flame of Madness”, which shook the entire ground when impacted. This forced, much to his annoyance, Leon on his knees. Shooting waves of magical power, he expected to pierce the body of his older sibling, but the same sound of fizzling electricity filled the street. This gave him pause, until he heard the sound of a flame whip and grew his shield. Then, for his surprise, it was the ground that melted. Much to his annoyance, the molten rock shot towards his barrier, forcing him to dodge, lest he suffered more Mana consumption. How? He shot multiple waves, this time they were sent in all directions, hoping to pierce