Twin Inverses


Note: I do not own Slayers. Only the characters and spells and other stuff I've made up for the story are mine, like my main character, Lyra Inverse.
With a swift swish of my cloak, I did a flip. The target dummy was sliced neatly in half. My two katanas danced in my hands, one steel blade glittering darkly, and the other steel blade flashing white. I continued around the Training room, slicing dummies left and right. I paused for a moment as something in my pocket started vibrating. I sighed.

What now?

I sheathed my swords, then extracted a small mirror from my pocket and a tiny silver rod.

I peered closely at the surface of the mirror. I tapped the tip of the silver rod to the surface and a map of the building appeared there, along with four dots which were making there way into the building.

There it was. Four men were entering my home through the front door. If they were coming through the front door, they likely weren't thieves. Although, it would add a little excitement to my life confined to this mansion. I hoped it wasn't Baric, who felt that he must gain my affection with every meeting, of which his only accomplishment was annoying me to the point where I can't stand him.

I studied the dots. One appeared to be walking on its own, and two seemed to be either supporting or dragging the fourth. I sighed, stuffed the enchanted mirror back into my pocket, and made my way to the entry hall.

Drat I thought as I approached the entry hall. It was Baric and his cronies, with an unidentified man dressed in white lying face-down on the floor, hands bound. His hood covered his head, so I couldn't see his face or hair.

"What now, Baric?" I said, annoyance clear in my voice. I didn't notice the man in white flinch and twist around to look at me.

Baric's brown slanted eyes met mine, and he smiled at me. He did a deep bow and said, "Ah, my exotic flower, how are you today?"

"Number one, I am not your 'exotic flower.' Number Two, I don't like you even if you're the captain of the guard. Now what do you want?" I said being even more tart with him, hoping to get him to leave.

"I am simply bringing you a gift. I offer a slave." He said with a smile.

"You know I always free the slaves you offer." I replied.

"This one is not so easy to free. In fact, I doubt that you will be able to give him the tattoo that will free him." Baric replied, amused.

"For whatever reason you think I won't be able to free him, I will find a way round. I always find a way. You know I don't like slavery." I was getting more irritated by the second.

I rubbed my collarbone, where my own tattoo was located. It was a tiny dragon, half light green, half blood red. The red half of the dragon was outlined in black, while the green was outlined in white. "Now take your cronies and leave." I said after a moment of thought.

Baric sighed. "Come on men. Apparently we are not welcome here." He turned to leave. Both his henchmen stood there, running their eyes up and down my body.

"Shoo!" I said, making the appropriate gestures with my hands. "Leave before I start throwing spells at you." I said, puffing out my chest, and looking them both straight in the eye.

They both groaned in disappointment and walked away, leaving the white clad man lying on the floor with his hands tied behind his back.

With those three pain-in-the-butts gone, I turned my attention to the white clad man. He was still trying to twist into a position where he could get a good look at me.

I walked over to him, and knelt near his head. I lifted his hood.

The first thing that struck me was his eyes. They weren't slanted like most of the locals around here. Instead, they were wide and they had a look of shock in them as he stared into my face. In fact, their shape was more like mine in general appearance. His eyes were a deep sea blue green. He must've been from Alcon, a sub-continent a few days sea travel from Scona, the rather large island where I live. The city I live in is Scona's capital, Scron.

I blinked. I just noticed his skin. It was blue and rocky, and looked like it could easily withstand a blow from a normal weapon, even one as good as a katana.

"Liton whac tu dogog hege?" he said because of the gag in his mouth.

I reached forward and pulled out the gag. He gasped for air and then said, "Lina, what are you doing here?"