Author's Note: Sorry for the wait I'm working on Sosei, Reincarnation's Sequel as well. So when I am finished with this fic (two chapters left) travel to that one. And for those who haven't read Reincarnation, do so! Enjoy, because it's winding down.
Dream Weaver
Chapter 6
Suteki/Garnet:
When I returned to town, everything was dark and quiet. It put me on edge and for a moment, I shivered. Jougen was meant to be a warm place, not a cold one. I climbed up the ladder and glanced around. The slight hint of motion caught my attention and I turned in that direction. A woman seemed dance along the shadows and into the grove of trees that served as the opening to the dream plain. I blinked and walked over there quickly. The dream plain was brightly lit, but there wasn't any music playing. The ground underneath my feet was black and no orbs floated up from it.
"What's going on here?" I asked.
The people of Jougen all turned around, with a bunch of sick smiles on their faces. In front of them was the thin form of Musouka, or it seemed like it was her. But I knew better. Musouka sported several bruises on her cheek, which disturbed me greatly. Did the good people of Jougen do this to her?
"Her punishment is over," They hissed as they dragged her out.
Soon, I was left alone in this vast field that felt completely wrong. If I was just a dream, would I fade here? I wished that to happen. Well…I had to go find Iyori. He was the only person I could trust enough to teach me magic. I took off running through the border separating Jougen from the Dream Plain. It wasn't long before I reached Iyori's house. I opened the door and spotted Iyori sitting in the same place.
"Iyori, what are the people of Jougen going to do with Musouka?" I asked.
Iyori seemed to snap out of his daze and blinked.
"They will put her to trial. If found guilty, they will kill her."
Kill her? But that's what Natiohane wanted.
"Iyori, I want you to teach me magic. Don't ask why, just do it for Dori."
Iyori glared at me.
"But your memory—"
I grabbed him by the front of his shirt and shook him.
"Please…for me."
Two Days Later:
A beam of energy shot past my face, streaking the air with silver. I jumped to the side throwing my hand out and uttering the words to the spell.
"Too slow!"
I blinked as Iyori appeared on my left side. I dropped my spell quickly, trying to muster up a defense for the oncoming attack, but it was in vain. A spell shot into my side, sending me halfway across the field. Iyori straightened up and frowned. He seemed to change a lot since the day I asked him to teach me magic. I wanted to tell him about my plan to stop Natiohane, but I thought it best not to tell him just yet.
"Come on Suteki. If you are going to be fluent in magic casting and defending then you have to learn how to activate a spell without words," He snapped.
I got up onto my feet slowly and sighed. It was hard mustering up the magic to perform the spells Iyori wanted. But I had no room to complain. None at all.
"Let us try again," Iyori snapped.
I narrowed my eyes and threw a small fireball at him. It wasn't much, but it would distract him for a moment or two. Sure enough, he batted it away, leaving himself open. I dropped my hands and uttered the one word that would activate the one spell that would irritate Iyori: "Holy!" A stream of white/silver energy crashed down followed by a huge orb. In short, it was the most beautiful sight I had ever seen. And yet, it seemed so familiar.
There was a groan as Iyori flew across the field and hit the ground roughly. I didn't worry about him getting injured. Iyori was definitely made of tougher stuff.
"Defend, Suteki, defend!"
The air around me grew excited and the hair on my arms and head rose. That could only mean one thing: Thundaga. I crossed my arms over my chest and relaxed. I could feel a shield forming in front of me, this one completely designed to reflect magic. There was a metallic pop as the lightning bolts hit and bounced off.
"Good show. I think you're almost ready."
I glared at Iyori darkly. I think he was just saying that to mock me.
"I can't even cast half of the black magic you taught me. But I have the white magic down easily," I snapped.
Iyori smiled and wiped the sweat off of his forehead.
"Of course your good at white magic. You are a white mage with a little bit of dark magic in you."
"White mage?"
He nodded.
"White mages are also classified as summoners, so I wonder how good you are with summons."
That's for another day, Iyori.
"I want to go watch the trial," I said softly.
Iyori made a pained face and nodded.
"Very well then, let's go."
Minutes later:
Iyori wasn't too happy about going back to Jougen, but he kept his grief inside for me. I was surprised that he would do this for me, and so I added it to my plan. I would thank Iyori by taking out Natiohane. And I had one more day to go. We entered the courthouse on the left side of Jougen and took a seat in the back. Musouka/Natiohane was sitting comfortable next to the judge, an unreadable expression on her face.
"Lady Musouka, is it true that on the evening Dori was supposed to return, you were outside of Jougen?"
Don't lie, Natiohane. It's not in your nature, I thought darkly. For a second, I saw a trace of a smile on Musouka's face.
"Yes, its true."
There was a collective gasp from the people in the crowd and then:
"She doesn't deny it! She's murderer, a traitorous murderer!"
"She doesn't care who she kills! It will be one of us next time!"
Perhaps this was getting out of hand. However, I could do nothing to stop it yet.
"Lady Musouka, you murdered Dori didn't you?"
The courtroom went silent. Musouka/Natiohane stood up and smirked.
"Hear me now, Jougen. It was I, Musouka, who murdered my sister Dori!"