Since that night with the Mare, things had taken an unexpected turn for Chiri. She had never expected to find herself tussling with trainees, merely a week later.
The conclusion a meeting of the Alliance Council. It was due to her involvement and Lance’s loose lips that its members sought to come together so urgently. Confined to the Director’s quarters throughout the proceedings; Lance Armistice had apparently sung like a canary in front of a full panel of directors and administrators about the incident. However, there was one unexpected twist to his story, and that was his proposal to employ Chiri as an instructor.
Presenting a strong argument for how her various talents could better be put to use for more academic purposes, the motion had been met with surprising consensus by Gate representatives. Not excluding her own husband, whom to her displeasure, sided in favor of the suggestion. Stating simply to Chiri, after she was informed of the decision, that
“I think you’ve made your point, Banshee.” A voice rang from beside the arena. Light and clear across the sizable distance between them, it was a sound not heard often by Chiri but one she recalled well. Turning to regard the speaker with annoyance. She did nothing to fix her placid expression as she regarded the Director of the Day Gate. Accompanied by her loyal guard dog, Vance Stroud, they stood at the perimeter of the arena with matching looks of disgust. The Director of the Day Gate, Annaliese Marchette was a beloved figure within the Alliance. An ethereal beauty of long flowing blonde hair and unmarred porcelain skin, she embodied the kind of righteousness and decorum they liked to boast of most. Possessing both strength and wit, she always seemed to place herself in direct opposition to Chiri whenever possible since her promotion. Therefore, it was unsurprising that she should feel compelled to stick her nose into this situation needlessly as well. Clicking he
Allen watched as Chiri removed herself from the ring. Still in disbelief that she was able to infirm many trainees in such as short amount of time without even using an ounce of magic. He was awed and appalled, as he recalled witnessing how each challenger had met a painful failure. Understanding better now, the amount of restraint she must have shown towards him during their first confrontation.Although the duel had not been without bloodshed, it was at the very least merciful. Swift and ruthless, her experience in combat vastly surpassed any of his peers. Even, her own brother had not lasted longer than two minutes against the Witch. Despite the impressive display of his powers, she had been just as quick to dispatch of him. Yet noticed, despite her coldness, that she had not been able to resist a passing remark of advice.Whether, she had intended it to be or not, it had taught all involved or who had been in attendance the consequences of brashness in battle. Afte
Since the day he was born, Horus Crouse was compared to his elder sister. He had never thought ill of her because of it. In fact, he took pride in the well-deserved praises she received from others. Seeking every opportunity to boast of his sister, Horus would even go so far as to bring up her name amongst his friends and during social gatherings when allowed the chance.Needless to say, Horus had been close to his sister growing up, but this had not always been true. When he was very young, Horus remembered Chiri Crouse to have an existence similar to that of a phantom in their own home. He remembered her attending a family meal routinely, once a week. Where, she would eat in silence. Speaking only to politely answer their parents questioned her about the progress of her lessons. Sometimes, even this occasion was missed. However, their parents did not remark on her absence nor did they display any discernible sentiments towards Chiri in his presence.Days could pass w
Chiri stood, leaning against one of the plain blank walls in the infirmary. Only serving the purpose of healing minor ailments, each bay within the clinic was equipped with a cot and a little cabinet of medical supplies. Concealed from view by simple white sheets, they did nothing to diminish the hushed conversations of the medics, or the groans of pain from the trainees she had injured.Looking at the person in the cot pensively. Brow creased as she took in the sight of the burns she had inflicted. Leaning her head back until it met the cold wall with a soft thud, she reflected on their fight. Chiri did not mind if it had further cemented her as a villain within his mind, as long as it served in its purpose to teach her brother a lesson. Best that he understood the implications of using their family powers now, Chiri would cut down a hundred more trainees if it could spare him even an ounce of the pain and devastation it had caused her. For her it was a lesson hard learned,
It had seemed a long time ago that Allen had walked the streets of Ineset. Weeks passing without any further incident, Chiri Krane was allowed to escort a handful of trainees to acquire supplies.Being under her tutelage, Allen managed to glean a little more about her. To be expected, as an instructor, she was ruthless and quick to point out other’s weaknesses. That being said though, the Witch seemed to value persistence among her students and would never belittle those who sought make an earnest effort in their lessons. However, that did not seem to improve others opinion of her.Although no other challenges had been issued since her first day, the Witch was received with contemptuous glances wherever she went. Allen had even heard other trainees spit after referring to her as a ‘Dhryzic’. A term, which he had come to learn as being possibly one of the blasphemous names for a criminal one could utter. Allen did not share the same concentrated hatred
Allen held the bag of bullets, feeling their weigh in his hands he slightly dreaded the prospect of using them.He had never taken a life before. Although, Allen had shot at the Witch, he had been driven beyond reason by hatred and alcohol. He was still unsure how he would have felt if he had actually followed through with it, especially once he discovered she was in fact innocent of the particular crime he had accused her of committing. Her other crimes, however, remained inconclusive. There seemed to be a consensus amongst the majority of people he had encountered, that she was to be held accountable for committing a crime four years ago.The case she had been found guilty of in the past, and the one most referred to within the insular magic community, was that of an incident involving a passenger train. Assigned to guard a Day Gate reliquary during its transportation to the capital, a situation arose in which the Witch completely destroyed an entire car of the train
Chiri was angry enough she felt as though she could spit venom. Looking at his sharp toothy grin as he slyly peered out from behind his barricade of protectors, the Changling glared back at her mockingly.Its talon like nails and the blue-grey skin of the abomination’s hands curled around the arm of young Morose, holding her hostage. Chiri knew it was futile to explain to those who were not accustomed to using dark magic of their true nature. To them, this type of magical creature, would appear as the most deceptively nonthreatening entity they could come up with. There were many dark beasts that camouflaged themselves in this way, they were practiced at the art of misleading light magic users and the average person. Just as elemental creatures were troublesome to dark magic users as they were typically difficult to see. Their eyes were not adjusted to distinguish these beasts due to their lack of exposure.Annoyed by the Changling’s refusal to back down an
Walking through one of the long corridors in the central administration building, Allen’s stomach turned. Returning after filing a witness statement for the incident report, he recalled the events, which had transpired during their outing with Chiri Krane. A sight Allen would not soon forget, he could still hear the howl of the dying Changling and vividly recollect the blood splattered on the ground every time he closed his eyes. He wondered why the Witch had chosen to spare him the trauma of experiencing the brutal death of the Changling, while still in its child-like appearance. However, made nauseous by the very thought of seeing her again at the moment, he could not bring himself to ask her. Allen knew now that he had grown complacent towards the Witch’s actions. This incident reminding him that she was indeed every bit as ruthless and dangerous as he had originally thought. Proven by her merciless act of casting such a spell for them to witness. The terrifying efficiency of its