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Title: Hole

"Help! Can anyone hear me?"

How agile. The young girl was training under the master at the time and decided to wonder off to what was claimed Visrin territory. Curiosity killed the cat, one would say. Blackbird stared out from the deep pit at the blue sky. She had tried to climb out, but had failed miserably. The walls were smooth and seemingly impossible to scale. After some time she had begun to feel as if the hole was closing in on her, and developed a fear that she will be forgotten and never found. At this mere thought, her heart leapt into her throat.

"Please help me!" Blackbird cursed as much as a nine-year old permitted, swearing to never again to stray away from her teacher.

"Hey!" A young person appeared at the top of the pit, bending over to look at her. Automatically, relief clouded Blackbird's features.

"Is there someone down there?" Blackbird heard the kid yell.

"Yes! Can you help me?" she couldn't see the kid's features, but a person was still a person. "Yes." the kid, just about her age, she guessed, yelled. "Hang on; I'm going get something you can use to climb out!"

Blackbird gulped, and then forced herself to be calm. "Alright! Just hurry! Please!" she called.

Moments later, a rusted fence pole slid into the hole. "Hey down there! Climb up!" she heard the kid yell. Grasping the pole in her hands and between her knees, she pulled herself up as quickly as she could. She heard the kid laugh as her head emerged from the hole and then she inched herself out the hole. Blackbird could see the person more clearly now, and she noted the platinum hair, glittering against the sun and those curious turquoise eyes boring back to her white ones. Indeed the child was her age, however…

"You're a GIRL?" Blackbird yelped.

The young girl rolled her eyes. "Yes I am. And you are…not?"

"I am!" Blackbird, glanced away, gritting her teeth and scratching her neck in a compromised matter. "I thought it was a guy though."

"Hey!" the girl protested, arching an eyebrow and crossing her hands over her chest. Blackbird noticed that she had begun to pout. "I help you out and that is the thanks I get? How about I push you back into the hole and we see if you can get out?" she heard her threaten.

"Is that a threat?" Blackbird grinned. If this girl thought she could beat her, a student of a great swordsman, well she was wrong. The young girl merely snorted and turned away. "I don't like to fight."

A sudden thought sudden occurred to Blackbird. "How did you make that hole anyway? The walls didn't look like it was made by a shovel."

"…" The young girl glanced at Blackbird. "… Promise you won't tell?"

Blackbird nodded as curiosity took over her again, taking a seat next to the young girl. She leaned into Blackbird's ear.

"I used magic."

"M-M-magic?"

A blush formed over the mage's face. "My servant is teaching me, and I was practicing. Oh, tonight he promised to read me an excerpt, I can't wait!"

"Sounds… interesting" 'Sounds Boring!' As Blackbird suppressed a yawn she heard her master calling for her in a distance. "Little bird! Where are you?"

Blackbird sighed "Aw...Well, thanks for getting me out of there... what's your name anyway?"

The girl gave her a rare smile. "My name is-"

"Little bird! Come here immediately!"

Blackbird's brow twitched in annoyance. "I'll see you around then." With her usual smirk, she waved back to her rescuer.

As the girl's back was no longer in sight, Veloce stood, brushing the dirt from her white pants returned to the safety of her home. Her servant stood, greeting her.

"Master Visrin! There you are, please don't wonder off without telling me- it is most frightening to see you one minute and have you disappear the next!"

Veloce laughed, "Yes, Vocruen. I won't."

Vocruen smiled. "Very well. Shall we go on to supper, my dear?"

Taking Vocruen's hand in hers, they headed to the dining room. As Vocruen prepared their dinner, Veloce smiled, leaning her head on her hand-a thoughtful posture.

'I wonder if I'll see her again.'

She shook her head as white locks covered her eyes, her smile diminishing.

'No… probably not…'

-Fin-