She walked through the gateway to the boss room, everything behind her an inferno. There were screams as the fomors and monsters behind her died in the blaze. She looked sad, as she didn't enjoy killing, but most in that room were evil..they were bad…
And they were human. Some of them. Demons, working for the dark. For Cichol. And him, she had to end.
She straightened up, ready to face the future. For this was the first of many…
-boy-
I'm going to die.
When a mysterious girl walks into a gathering of fomors, with Cichol himself there, you figure she'll be the one dying. And they leapt upon her in heaps to protect their god. They were blasted away by walls of fire, that got bigger everytime…she escaped without a scratch. She left many of her own race to die in this hole, in this meeting he never wanted to go to…
I am NOT gonna die today. he decided, and struggled out from under the rubble. He climbed to the top, holding his side, which had been slashed by a frenzied bear when the blaze started.
Eventually, he climbed to the top, and ran towards the girl-a white speck, reaching for the statue that would teleport her out. Closer..closer…
-girl-
Her hand jerked back from the winged goddess of stone at the sound of jagged breath. Looking back into the room she just came from, the fire was dying down, and a black figure, holding its side, was limping towards her.
"I…will…stop…you….." the boy gasped, leaning against the granite doorframe.
The girl laughed. "I enjoy your determination."
"You…left..them."
Her face hardened. "I had no choice. All who serve the shadow need to die."
"Even if…I'm no older…than you?"
Her mouth was a set line now, getting angry. "Yes. It was your decision…I'm sorry."
The boy almost smiled. Her mind could be changed now, she may save him!
"Just help…one….Just help…..me..." he said, and held out his free hand.
The girl scoffed. They were so different, her and him! She had light skin, him dark; her white hair was cut short, while his was long, black, and scruffy; her eyes were yellow and his purple, even! They may both be 15, but that seemed to be the only common thing!
And yet…
-the past, boy-
He blinked in the sudden brightness. When his eyes adjusted, he realized he was in the room where he learned all his magic-the upstairs of a stone building in Tara. This place was like home for him, for he had had all his best times here, learning to use his gift of flame. His gift…
Master came into the room. He was a little old man, always wearing orange robes, with a green piece of string to tie back his long, grey hair.
He looked tired, and old. His voice was low and gravelly. He tried to smile, but the boy had lived with him long enough to know bad news was coming…
"I'm sorry, Kye, but you are in serious trouble."
"Why, Master? I haven't broken anything…" This was a lie, Kye had just incinerated a pot, and was trying to sweep the ashes behind a shelf with his foot.
Master smiled wanly. "I know what you're doing, Kye."
"Oh, I'm so sorry Master! I didn't mean to break it, I can work for another one! Was it very important?"
He frowned. "I don't know what you're talking about. I meant how you are dabbling in the dark arts."
"What? Never! I have been very careful-"
"Your reply was too quick, Kye."
Master's face was like a rock. "Get out."
"M-Master?"
"I have had many students, and some sat by the fire too long. Their heads filled with the smoke, and they turned towards the shadows in their hearts. It is as plain as soot in the snow."
"Stop speaking in riddles, Master! I swear, I practice nothing except what I have been told!"
"I swore to myself if I saw anyone going bad, I would stop teaching them. Get out."
Kye fell to his knees, pleading. "Master, no! No, please! I want to stay!"
"Get out."
"Master…No please!…no…" Everything faded to darkness as young Kye began to cry.
-what will happen, boy-
Since then, he had trained, in exactly what his Master had forbid him. It was his private revenge, his drive.
Kye became self-centered and selfish. He toiled on his own, but if he came across anyone of knowledge, he would learn all he could from them and promptly leave. Kye had broken many hearts of would-be friends, teacher, lovers…and he didn't care. He was as rock-like and hard-hearted as Master had been on that day.
When a fellow wizard asked him to come to a meeting, he came, not knowing it was for those who were truly evil. Cichol appeared, and began to say something, when that girl-that stupid girl!-came in and wrecked everything!
He could have learned so much from those there….
-future, together-
"But no…."
The girl looked over at Kye, who was lying in a bed at Dilys's. Kye wore white, hospital-looking shorts and nothing else. She was told the scars on his left side would never fade.
Museika was getting tired of sitting on the edge of the bed, waiting for this mysterious boy to wake up, so she poked his arm.
"Mhm…gerroff." he muttered, and rolled over and off the bed.
Museika, laughing, helped him up.
"Well, I'm up now." he said grumpily. "And you are?"
"I'm Museika. Who are you?"
"Kye Wyvernspur. What, don't you have a last name?"
"No. I don't. Why were you in that meeting?"
"I got dragged into it by an acquaintance." She doesn't have to know anything about me.
"Sorry I killed them then." Museika smirked. I don't like him. I don't like him at all. Best tell him, then…
"No matter, no good friend-"
"Sorry to cut you off, but there's some urgent news."
Oooh. No manners, even. She's not bad… "What?"
Museika held up her left wrist. There was a metal shackle on it, with no keyhole or seam. There was a silver rope that went down it. Kye's eyes followed it to…
His wrist.
"Of course."
It's me, back again with a story I wrote on a whim. Darker than what I usually do, but here goes!
I'll update soon if I get lots of reviews~
Incidentally, I don't own Mabinogi. Or the name Kye. I do own Museika, Poala, Eyes, Fyn, and Anoshka though^^ (That's me and all my pets. Ruari server if you want to give me money!)