Numair and George strolled through the streets. George sported a very practical pair of pants and worn leather boots, while Numair did his best at
attempting to blend in, but his unwavering interest in everything and everyone made him standout. No one thought of bothering them though,
George's mischievous grin and flash of hidden blades made thieves think twice about picking their pockets. They entered the house that Numair had
seen in his vision only to be hit with air that smelled foul. The walked down the short steps into the basement of a abandon house to find a women's
body, stripped of clothes laying on the floor. Numair paled when he saw the runes on the floor.
"It's the summoning spell. Whoever this sorceress was, she was trying to summon something not from this world. See here."
He pointed to a certain oval shaped rune.
George shivered. Although his gift was considered lesser, he still felt the emanations that radiated from the spell. Numair was still muttering to
himself
"…Sucked the life force right out of herself.. She used too much of her own blood.. must have had a specific target…"
He stopped and examined the face.
"I don't recognise her. However she must have had some power to pull off such a spell. And judging by the reaction other gifted people faced this
morning, I'd say she was successful."
George looked at him sharply.
"So you think this is what caused the emanations."
Numair nodded. Deep in thought, he nearly stepped into a small pool of vomit. George turned from examining a small table with papers and candles
on it to see Numair drawing a rune over what looked like a small puddle of vomit. Suddenly a bust of a young woman, no more then 18, appeared.
Her copper hair rivalled Alanna's in brightness, but was long and in a horsetail. She had big blue eyes and freckles across a delicate nose. In fact,
most of her face was quite delicate, with high cheek bones and thick lashes with dark brows. This was not the dead woman on the floor.
"I used this girls essence to create an image. This is the girl we need to find, this is who, or what, was summoned."
George was about to respond when a large explosion echoed and shook the house, creating cracks in the ceiling. Both men made swift eye contact
and bolted for the door, in time for the roof to collapse. They continued at a run to come to two buildings with blow-out walls and a crowd
surrounding the ally. George pushed his way to the front trusting Numair to follow and looked over a group of heads as provost guards surrounded a
girl, in fact the girl, sitting in the middle of the rubble. Not quite able to hear what was going on over the murmur of the crowd all he saw was the
girl reach out as if to ask for help when the ground rumbled and another explosion ripped through small street sending him and several others flying
back.
Numair saw watched George go, opting to stay back and observer the girl, when the second explosion rippled through the street. He watched over
the panicked crowed as the girl, plainly terrified, joined the chaotic crowd. He took off, hoping George would find him.
~Alright guys, give me feedback as to if this is worth continuing! I have some other chapters written but I'm not sure many people will like it because I didn't include many OG characters. I have plans to incorporate them pretty heavily from now on.~