Bewildered, Allen blinked astonished by the statement. Standing stupidly in the hall where they had happened upon each other, he replied tentatively, “What do you mean?”
“She betrayed Chiri.” Rika answered absolute in her certainty on this matter.
Motioning that they should move their conversation elsewhere, they progressed down the corridor once more. Turning into another a minute later, that was lined intermittently with doors and windows. They walked side by side as Rika divulged more of her explanation, “Chiri was always set to become the next Director of the Day Gate, until Annaliese took that title for herself.” She continued, still in a hushed tone. The conspiracy sounding too unbelievable to him, Allen massaged his temple tiredly. Already worn out by the vastly different account of events, he almost wished in that moment to never hear the name of Chiri Krane again for the rest of his life. “That’s impossible, Rika.” Allen rebuffed.
Shaking her head so
Fun fact: Rika's power it that it rains when she's sad.
Gawking upwards, Allen’s head tilted back as he followed their mild glow. Continuing skyward until they appeared as small as stars, he could not even begin to guess at how many crystals decorated the tower’s walls. “34,295.” Rika stated. “Sorry?” Allen replied quizzically, not understanding the significance of the number. “That’s how many crystals are in this room.” She explained, guessing at what he had been thinking. Astounded, Allen asked, “What are they?” “Accounts.” Rika responded, already beginning to home in on a particular area, “Some are of events or trials, and others are personal.” She elaborated helpfully. Sliding a ladder over, to the spot Rika had identified. Allen recovered a crystal, roughly the size of an apple, from a shelf marked fourth from the bottom. After descending its steps, they retreated to a small room. Hidden by a dark curtain, it was no bigger than a cupboard. Furnished with a circular table covered by a l
Delivering this judgement, all within the court seemed to extract a cruel sense of glee as a thin metal wand was brought out. Placed on top of a tray, an elderly wizard in robes proceeded towards the convicted felon at the center of the room. Reaching to take it up, Chiri stopped him. Gently touching his hand with her fingertips, the links of her chains rattling as she did so. Outraged by the action, he exclaimed indignantly, “You dare to interfere with the sentence of this court!” Smiling ruefully in response, she retorted “If the court would allow it, I would prefer to see this part of my sentence through myself.” After a brief look in the Judge’s direction, Elder Crouse permitted the request. Saying with a casual wave, “It’s of no use to her now anyway, the Court will allow it.” This verdict passed; the tray was then extended towards her. Regarded the object somberly, Chiri picked it up. The wand rejecting her instantly it hissed and burned her skin in protest. He
Made weak and exhausted by the magic constraints, Chiri sat on one of the luxurious leather sofas in the Elder’s office. Feeling their constant draw on her magic, constraints were oppressive and suffocating objects for any witch to wear, let alone one who was still recovering from multiple injuries. Flexing uncomfortably under the weight of her restraints, the links of the chains clanged loudly in the silent office. The many eyes of its previous inhabitants staring down upon her judgingly from their portraits. Chiri muttered disdainfully towards them as she slouched further into her seat, “Give me a break, I don’t want to be here either.” The many aches and wounds painfully reminding her of their presence with each movement of her body. Chiri could only rest her head on the sofa back, as she awaited the unbearable arrival of Elder Crouse. Frankly, after the dark spell she had cast during her last mission; Chiri had not anticipated ever setting her sights on him again and was not keen
The morning training session coming to an end, trainees began to clear from the outdoor area. Soon to receive their final assignments, required to promote them into Gates. Practices were combined and had become more intense than before.Their breath hanging heavily in the late autumn air as they puffed tiredly, Allen exhaled solemnly as he regarded the woman standing at the sidelines. Thrown off in his stride by the sight of Chiri observing them from the edge of the training grounds. Allen, as well as several others, had been reprimanded at various intervals by Captain Armistice. Reproached multiple times during practice for their lack of concentration, their suffering was only added to by the rewarding of additional penalty exercises.Loitering near to the exit, most gave her a wide berth as they had to passed. Many still wary from rumors spread about the recent incident with the changling, they gave Chiri unfettered stares of suspicion. Although he could understand t
Moving past a window in the Night Gate, Chiri paused. Looking at herself in its reflection, she turned her head from side to side, sizing up the cut on her face. Wiping at the dried blood smudged across her cheek, Chiri accepted the minor injury was placed too conspicuously to escape Cazer’s attention. Releasing an exasperated moan at the prospect of having to explain herself to him again, she was grateful that at least it was small enough to not violate the terms of their previous agreement. The sparring session confirming Chiri’s prior conjectures about Allen’s nature. She was bothered by the question of whom he might choose to partner with in future. Even the prospect of being the root cause of another Pierce man's demise, weighed too heavily on her conscience for Chiri not to be perturbed by the outcome of Allen's selection. Acknowledging that a good partner would make the difference between life and death for Allen Pierce, Chiri had not been able to resist inter
It had been lying out in broad sight on Cazer’s desk. The assignments list for the first batch of trainees. The document might have been concealed from her amongst the pile, had it not been disturbed by Cazer’s previous engagement. However, once she had spied the familiar name drawn across it plainly in black and white, was all that Chiri had been able to think about since leaving the Director’s office. Prior to stumbling upon it, Chiri thought that there was only one trainee she needed to concern herself with. But after days of deliberation, Chiri had finally arrived at the irrefutable conclusion; she was wrong. There listed amongst the other insignificant names, was that of Morose Akena’s. Her instructor over the past month, Chiri had observed firsthand Miss Akena’s magic to lend itself poorly to conflict situations of any type. Although the Akena’s were not one of the most renowned magic noble families. They had produced a few great earth mages throughout their hi
Chiri stared at the bleak gray stone walls of the mansion. Awaiting her at the end of a long straight road, guarded on either side by a crop of dark and foreboding trees. It revealed itself from behind a shroud of fog. The darkened windows on its face leered menacingly back at her, Chiri loathingly progressed nearer to the structure’s wretched visage. It was no secret that there was not one soul within the Alliance who did not dread making the annual regulatory check at Vasmere Manor. Its gloomy exterior alone, enough to unsettle any inexperienced mage. The task had consequentially led many to abort the mission. Even those more seasoned individuals amongst them, were disinclined to enter into its walls. Primarily for the very plausible reason, that it was filled the brim with vampires. The Four Gateways Alliance entrusted with the task of making sure all complied with magic regulations, mandatory checks on known entities fell under their jurisdiction. Carried out at
Allen entered into the indoor annex. A large rectangular room with white stone floors and Doric columns. It was lit by the natural light flowing through the windows on the mezzanine level above them. Employed as an observation deck during examinations and competitions, Captain Armistice could typically be seen surveying trainees’ progress and more often keeping a watchful eye on his most disruptive instructor. Expecting to see Chiri Krane there as the assigned instructor for that day, Allen glanced around noticing the lack of her presence. Encountering her on a few occasions since their sparring session. Allen had perceived a distinct standoffishness towards him as of late. Although, they did not converse much beforehand either, the deliberate lack of proximity and attention the Witch had shown recently was beginning to suggest a distinct and personal preference to avoid Allen. Milling past the other trainees, Allen thought that their dwindling numbers seemed more co