A pale, blue-eyed boy wandered aimlessly around the corridors he called home. He was focused intently on the cross pin he held in front of him. Lines of tiny writing temporarily covered its surface, but they would only stay for a few minutes.
Francis at tea party with girl called Alice. Tony going same way as Rod. Liz angry. Tsve good, Mol good. Alin.
He scanned the lines a few times, committing them to memory before they disappeared. Nothing much new, thank goodness, except for whoever Alice was.
Now, a reply. He concentrated, and imagined words appearing in a basin of water. Then again, imagine may not be the right word. It, like most other magic, was more like shaping reality. Most people could influence the weather or summon up an object, but sending a message took more skill. As far as he knew, only he and Alin were capable of it.
Swords still petitioning. Nothing solid yet, so safe. All well. Lukas.
With a mental flick of the rest, he sent the message off.
Hello again :)
In case anyone's wondering, the chapters tend to vary in length, and tend not to be very long. This is because I find it easier to write one short chapter per character group. It also breaks up the character groups well, compared to other methods. Otherwise, continue reading. I own nothing but the story (ish).
"Hey, Anko!"
The tall, grinning man sauntered out from behind a corner.
"Yeah?"
"Ever heard of anyone called Alice?"