Hey a new chapter. I think I'm going to revamp this at some point. But for now I want people to know that the lack of details about the main character is becuase I want to build up the story. This chapter talks more about him though. As for the role of Varete, it's going to be sketchy for now.
I would like to say I'm pretty happy though. I have someone who gave me feedback so that's nice. Thank you Undyingfaith.
"I thought I had another three weeks," I ignored her comment. It was a waste of time to time to cater to her jokes. It would only frustrate me.
"You should be more sociable. Otherwise, you'll push everyone away," Varete smiled.
"Speaking from experience?" I instantly regretted that when I felt her supporter, The Void, squeeze my neck. I hated that shadow. It was far too cheap a weapon.
Varete loosened the grip and smiled, though it didn't reach her eyes, "You should watch your tongue. It would be a tragedy to kill one as talented as you are."
With the choke gone, I coughed, "Naturally. Now why have you shown yourself to me so soon? Aren't you afraid North will find out?"
Varete gave me a sardonic grin, "It doesn't matter. She's preoccupied with Tasha Godspell at this point. Now is my time to strike."
"I don't care either way. In fact, I hope both of you die when you fight. That means two less witches for me to deal with," I replied.
"Well then, do you have the information?" Varete held out her right hand.
"You only gave me two weeks," I sighed.
"Don't play games with me. You would not have failed," Varete snapped. Despite her dismissal of the witch of the North, she still wanted to get out of here quickly.
I pulled out a scroll from the small bag and held it out to her, "Your confidence in me is astounding."
It was at that moment when she reached for the scroll that I realized something. It was too quiet. Even when I was fighting the witch, there were screams. Now the area was silent.
"You killed all them?" I angrily accused her.
She sneered, "They were in my way."
But as soon as my anger grew, it faded. I was not ready to fight her yet. Despite my advances, she was far too powerful. Even if I won, I would be in no shape to fight another witch.
"You've become calm. Is that the influence of the ice dragon?" Varete commented.
The ice dragon was named Seiryu, one of the four guardian beasts of Bairong. It, Suzaku the phoenix, Genbu the serpent tortoise, and Byakko the white tiger were charged with the protection of the empire. The white dragon was their sovereign. "Was" being the key word. According to Seiryu, the white dragon has been corrupted by the souls of the past emperors and now turned the one who housed it mad with greed and corruption.
I was offered a pact with Seiryu. My village was unique in this world. In that village lived witches, hunters, humans, as well as my kind. I was a Halfling born of a witch mother and a hunter father. That unique blood called the ice dragon to me and it offered me a deal. In exchange for the ability to find truth and the power to fight, I would find the lost sword and gift it to the emperor of Bairong. This would end the dragon's atonement.
Problem was, I had no idea where the sword was and neither did he. That was why I made the deal with Varete. In exchange for information about the sword and my village's history as well as information about survivors, I would do… tasks for her.
No one knew about my supporter besides my sister, Varete, and Ziro. If anyone else knew, then I would likely be persecuted like Tasha Godspell. It was no secret most WHs were anti-witches. For some, the only good witch was a dead one.
"Perhaps," I threw her the scroll and waited for my info.
She opened it and smirked, "Yes this is it. Thank you for this information."
"I don't need thanks," I indicated for her to speak.
"Ah yes. I found out something interesting. Your brother is alive," she smiled.
My brother Lyon, though not of my parents, was one month old when I thought he was killed by Aria. I remembered the pasty white skin and rosy cheeks he had. His eyes were a brilliant blue like the sky. Everyone loved him.
"How?" I whispered.
Varete shrugged, "Who knows? He's somewhere in Britain."
"Right where I was heading," I muttered.
"Well then, I'll be leaving you now. I will contact you when I require your services," she said as she was enveloped by her supporter and disappeared. Convenient.
"What now?" a voice rang out.
The voice belonged to Seiryu. Like most supporters, he kept silent. Every time Varete showed up though, he suddenly becomes talkative. I have no idea where he was. All I know was that he granted me power and talked to me whenever he wanted.
"I have a brother," I thought. My thoughts were open to him when I wished like most witches.
"I heard," Seiryu put in, "So what next?"
"I'll head east," I said.
"Your brother is west as well as Lady Tania," Seiryu reminded me.
"I know but I'm not ready to face him yet," I sighed.
"Why?" he asked me.
I had a sad expression on my face, "I never looked for him. I just assumed he was dead. I don't think I can look him in my eye."
"You're brothers. You have to face him eventually," he said.
"You can't exactly talk," I reminded him, "Sorry."
But he already went quiet.
Review alright? Or write a Witch Hunter fanfic. I prefer the latter though.