LOGINHunter fled, the Magi’s first rule clear and resounding in the cavern of his mind: “A Magi, on pain of death, cannot use ki to harm, except to defend, and that only sparingly.”He fled in shadow and silence, hidden from searching minds. His mind a tumult, body a mess. Cramps would assail him, still him in his flight as he worked through the knots of pain. Forgotten memories, put aside duties overshadowed by the communal the School offered, had resurfaced. Jumbled andAnother cramp took him, bent him double as it clutched at his lower back. The mirage faltered, and, for moment, his harsh breath could be heard, the silhouette of a shape seen.He slowed his breathing; silence was clothed. He uncurled the hinge of pain that clasped his muscles tight; he stood tall; He continued; the mirage steadied.If he knew who to pray to, he would have prayed. He wanted no harm, no wrong done to his friends, but it might come to that if he could not escape before encountering them. But something else
In the hall, amidst the revelry, amongst friends who had become family, Hunter felt a stabbing pain in his head that bent him double. The acuteness of the pain disordered his senses, fractured them like a shattered pane of glass. He clenched his teeth and forced down the remains of breakfast and the acrid taste of bile. But he could not hold at bay emotions felt as heady euphoria, ranging despair, heat from the bloom of new love, hate, rage cold and cripplingly. All his training was for naught.Goosebumps preceded the spreading ague, the trembling, the blurred vision and runny nose, the debilitating spasms. And the pain opened a door in his mind to regions and feelings previously unthought and undreamed, to a space occupied by something large, insatiable, something that once slumbered but slumbered no more. It stirred, stretched its burgeoning awareness to liberty that awaited it.Hunter screamed, a tortured howl that shattered the eardrums of those closest to him, and fell from his c
“You have soft hair,” Kim whispered at his ear, gently stroking his locs as the ends spread across th surface of the water.Not knowing how to respond, Hunter remained silent.“Come you it by way of your mother or your father’s strain?”“I do not know, though, my mother had similar.”She pulled his face around so that their eyes met. “I’m sorry to hear that.”“Why?”Looking into her eyes as if searching for some lost mystery, she found herself at a momentary loss for words.“I could not imagine being alone in this world. Even though the code forbears family and friends once we become Magi, I will always hold my family and blood dear. To not even have that choice is a pain I could not bear.”“Luckily, then, it is a choice I do not have to make.”Saying nothing, her eyes widened, and Hunter became lost in a blue that became the whole of his world for a brief moment. Closing her eyes before they both were lost in the gaze of the other, she said, “I’m sorry.”“For what?”“For misjudging y
Not resisting, Hunter was moved deeper into the water father away from his friends and a little to the left of hers until the water was up to his chest. From one step to the nest his head went from the surface to falling beneath the warm dark of the lake where nothing could be seen. Water filled his mouth, his nose, stung his eyes. He tried to surface, but did not know how to swim and his thrashing seemed to only weigh him as he slipped deeper. Hunter stretched forth his mind, his powers, and nothing happened. He became afraid, began to despair when he felt hands grasping, pulling at him. He clutched at them in his desperation until he felt them retreat. Why had they left, he wondered? And where he had felt despair he began to feel the slow burn of anger in his gut. He would not let it end like this He calmed his heart, his mind, his body began to slow, to rebound against the motion that was pulling him under. He could see nothing but knew he was slowly rising. Would it be
The sloppy wet strains of hunger ensued until they were sated.Hunter rose when Giesle did, plate in hand.“Leave it. The steward will see to that.”Giesle was pleased that the Masters had enough consideration to give him the responsibility of a troika. But this final addition would prove trying for all that Hunter did not know, and all that he would need to do to make him understand.“It takes a steady discipline to master one’s ki once it has been . . . sigh. I don’t have the words to adequately express what I am trying to say, but I mean—”“He means once it has been quenched in the trough of expectation and desire, it can never forget that feeling, that desire,” said Tick, finishing for him.“That’s what comes from being the son of jongleurs and courtiers” the words were spoken as if to bait, but Marcus’ smile was of appreciation.“I understand your confusion. You know little of our customs and ways, of the Source, of things we breath everyday. At least this is what I was informed.
“Hey, wake up.” He heard the words through the fog of sleep but did not want to wake up. Sleep was far more comfort than the lonely, isolated wakefulness he saw stretched before him. But he could not run or evade the truth, so, reluctantly, he rolled to his back and opened his eyes to a startled brown stare. The boy looking down at him took a step back before recovering himself. “First bell has rung and it is time for the morning bath,” said the tall, slim youth. Hunter did not respond. He swung his legs over the edge of the bed and the covers slipped from his chest. The others gasped. “Where did you get those?” The question came, simultaneously, from the two who stood back. “What?” Hunter responded, bent head searching for whatever had caught their attention. “Those scars.” Hunter stilled, and the attention from those dark matchless eyes seemed to draw their breath.They began to fidget. Had they pres







