Sienna watched as her brother was proving himself right. The mid terms physical assessment for her brother's class is hand to hand combat in a tournament setting. Of the sixty four men that fought at the beginning only nine remained and this was the last bout before the next round. Sienna leaned on the bleachers watching her brother using his pride and joy of his enhancement to defend against this pretty well off Magus in training, but unfortunately for his opponent, Lukas prides himself in not only having a strong will, but an even stronger body. The opponent jabbed twice at Lukas' arms then went for a haymaker that flew into Lukas' Right arm as he protected his face. Lukas turned his upper body with the blow that he was shrugging off then threw a viscous punch into his opponent and knocked his fellow opponent unconscious.
This display with her brother lasted all the way too the semifinals. Lukas being the boxer that he is, he wants a good solid battle and the best way for his to tell is to take the blows head on and use his defense too the best of his abilities. His opponent, a pack member of Violet's, caught on to his display and now has been targeting anything that may let up Lukas' defense. Sienna leaned forwards as her brother took a blow too his right elbow loosing up his defense and exposing his stomach and face. The pack member took it as a chance to throw a haymaker at Lukas' exposed flank, but it was a farce that the pack member willingly fell for.
Lukas hardened his fist harder that he ever has with enhancement magic and Sienna smiled as the pack member took the blow into his stomach causing the air in his lungs to explode out of him and sag down too the ground winded. The official called the fight as the man was sprawled out onto the ground gasping and wheezing for air before finally passing out due to the lack of it. Lukas roared with triumph as he raised his hands above his head. He locked eyes with Magnus Habiger and Sienna watched as her brother's smile turned into a sneer as the fire in his eyes roared for battle.
The next five minutes dragged on as Magnus Habiger walked down too the combat grounds. Sienna wondered why there was no hurry with his steps and she noted his extreme lack of wanting to go up too the grounds. Magnus got too the edge and he looked at the proctor of the match as he explained the rules for the hundredth time today. When the Proctor finished he took three steps back and held out his yellow and black stick that indicated he had full authority to commence the battle or to stop it at any time, "Lay on!"
Magnus Habiger immediately dropped down and slammed both of his hands on to the ground confusing everyone as that was the sign of surrender. Sienna sat there mouth a gap in disbelief, Magnus Habiger just gave up without a fight? She looked around beyond confused as was everyone else, Magnus Habiger spent nearly four hours out of his day fighting the entire class to get up too the finals and the moment he was in it, he gave up! Someone growled in anger and stood up from his bleachers, "Coward! What was the point if you were just going to give up!"
Soon, as if that one man released a torrent of hate, the entire crowd began to yell at Magnus. The young man merely looked as if he didn't have a care in the world, unrolled the cuffs too his academy uniform and went for his vest and jacket laying on the ground next to him. This enticed the audience even more out of anger for the man and Sienna was going to join in on their anger till she saw her brother going for his uniform as well. They exchanged a few words and Magnus walked away throwing his jacket over his shoulder and walked off. Sienna scoffed and went to follow her brother she only caught up too him as he was at his car waiting for her, "What did you say to him?"
"I only asked why did he quit," Lukas opened up the passenger door for his sister then went for his door. Sienna knew that if she climbed into the car he would take the conversation off too a different subject so she closed the door and crossed her arms telling him a statement that they weren't going anywhere till he answered her question fully. Lukas sighed as he read her expression. "He told me that through past agreements he isn't allowed to harm a Kaur in any way."
"What does that mean," Sienna cocked her eyebrow and she glared at him. She read his body language, she knows her brother very well, if he stands tall he is telling the truth but right now he has his shoulders slouched and pauses for a few seconds to make up a lie.
"Get in the car," Lukas rolled his eyes as he looked around the area spotting some of Violet's pack members. A revving motorcycle caught Sienna's attention and she spotted Magnus looking back at them with his black visor too his helmet covering his face. They both watched as Magnus sped away from the academy and Sienna chose to oblige her brother and climbed into the car.
They drove off in silence and Sienna looked at her brother in long increments waiting for her answer. After they cleared the city of London Lukas finally took a deep breath and looked briefly at Sienna, "The Habiger family is an old family, possibly even older than ours."
"I don't need a history lecture," Sienna sighed as she leaned back into the cold leather seat. "I want t-."
"You are getting the history lecture so you can deduct why he did it Sienna," Lukas barked in such a tone that caused her to flinch in fright before looking at her brother. "Sorry, just, this is something you need to know and I am not supposed to tell you."
Sienna sat in silence and watched her brother turn on the air conditioning in the car, "As I was saying, the Habiger family is ancient, and they come from a really long line of mages where they can track their bloodline so far back that they keep their bloodline a secret past the Renaissance Era. Well apparently their family and our family have been long time compatriots, our family has loosely kept that family information in the family blood, only telling a few at a time or skipping an entire generation. The Habiger family on the other hand, well this bond is almost like a Geas, but their blood has to follow it until the end."
Sienna narrowed her eyes and leaned back in her seat before looking out the window. Why, what is the point of holding a tradition that only one family carries instead of both of them? What made the Kaur family more important than the Habiger family, "Ok so I don't see where this comes into play, obviously it's not that important for our family to respect enough, so why do we follow this, and why didn't he fight you?"
"He can't," Lukas growled causing Sienna to look back at him and she smirked, she could tell her brother felt cheated out of a fight and he hated every part of that feeling. "He physically wanted to fight, he said he wanted to test out his offense against my defense, but when the proctor called the attack, he took two steps back and felt sick too his stomach, so he had to quit."
"Sounds like a cop out too me," Sienna laughed as she looked out the front window and watched the road markers go buy out of sight past her and the trees slip buy out of her vision. The ride was quiet for a few minutes till she felt her brother tap her knee.
"It's is a cop out cause I really wanted to kick his ass," Lukas smiled wide and tightened his grip on the steering wheel. "Anyways, let's figure out this planning. I drop you off at the house while I go and make a few things happen?"
"Sounds like a plan," Sienna smiled lightly at her brother knowing full well how frustrated he was from today's events. She was silent like him on their ride home and just watched the world roll on by from the passenger side window. They came rolling up too the house and she exited the vehicle and turned to her brother. "Lukas, don't do anything stupid."
"Yeah well stupid is our middle names right sister," Lukas beamed at his sister as she closed the door. With a scoff he was rolling off and towards the driveway. She watched his vehicle ride off until it was out of view then a chime came from her phone. She checked it an read her brother's notification. Two hours, be ready for a show.
Oh you mean watching you take a dive, Sienna chuckled and she put away her phone and went to the front door. She opened the solid wood door and felt a wave of a sickening feeling wash over her for merely a second before it was gone and she was rushing through the house without a care in the world. She zipped past the study and came to a stop when she passed the entryway to the hallway that led too the basement then back peddled to see her older brother leaned up against the cobblestone staircase wall breathing heavily. His normally perfect facial features looked fatigued to the point his handsome features were beginning to appear gaunt. She watched him and his hazel eyes looked up at her with a warmth that she wished their eldest showed them all, "What…?"
"Trying to cast a ritual sister," he coughed and straightened his shaking frame up to turn too her. "Don't worry."
"How can I not worry when I see you barely standing on your own two feet inside a cobblestone staircase and shaking as if you have had the life drained from you," Sienna climbed down the stairs and she pulled one of his arms over her shoulder and helped brace him. She felt the sweat drenched through his button up shirt and she felt that he was Cold too the touch. Sienna forced him slowly up the stairs and it was awkward since the largest and strongest out of all of them was reduced to such a state. "What were you doing in the cellar anyways?"
"Preparing a spell for Father's well being," Reece coughed once again and Sienna could see whatever spell he cast, it sapped so much out of him, his normally black stubble that never seemed to grow any farther than a few millimeters now had a silver collaring to it, along with the white streaks that sprouted through his long hair pulled back into a tail. "It kind of took a lot out of me."
"I'd say," Sienna grunted to get him up the final step and he wheezed. She looked over her shoulder too his neck and she saw his magical circuits glow then fade and repeat this cycle and she called out as she braced most of his weight against the wall next to the basement. The first to arrive was The youngest maid the house has, Belladonna Romanov, a meek and quiet sixteen years old girl who should be considered a treasure in the mage's association for her prodigy like knowledge in fortification and healing magic. Almost right off the bat Belladonna clasped her hands together and rubbed them together causing blue sparks of positive energy to spike from her hand to a suit of plate armor in the hallway making it come to life. She then held her hands together and wove her fingers into a tight knit clasp forcing a green and yellow orb to appear. She moved her hands apart separating the two colors into fist sized orbs then reached out to Reece causing the two orbs to disintegrate into his direction showering him with green and yellow fireflies of magical energy. Thomas Neelam turned the corner as the armor picked Reece off the ground and started for the stairway, "Goodness what happened!?"
"Master Reece is suffering from extreme exhaustion and fatigue created from the over use of his magic circuits,' Belladonna spoke as her fox like features stayed locked onto Reece. She followed the night as the almost ash like green and yellow sparks sprinkled across Reece as she followed. "His body is nearly about to fall apart, if he continued whatever he was doing he would have shriveled up and perished."
"Why would he harm himself so," Neelam asked as he followed the young red head. Sienna sighed in concern and confusion as she let the two continue on with their task unhindered as she looked too the basement wondering what he was doing.
She began for the stone stairway and something churned in her stomach as her voice echoed in her head, Don't go down there, nothing but pain and torment await you if you go!
Sienna's footsteps echoed in the hall as she went down the darkened path. She looked into the Wine cellar's door and she felt the danger was less prevalent in this room. She looked back down the dark hallway and vaguely made out four more doors before the hall curved. She went for the next room, the storage room was humid and also lacking this feeling of danger. Her heart raced as the second and third storage rooms held no danger in them, but the dark began to feel crushing as she moved to the fifth room. She touched the handle and she swore she heard breathing behind her so she whipped to the direction of the breathing and stared at the end of the hall where it went left. Don't go!
Her hand reached out around the corner and she saw the only room at the end of the hall begin to open and a faint light blue light shown through, as she took a step further the world went black. Sienna panicked she turned for the hall that had the stairs but the moment she turned the hallway extended itself to a length that shouldn't be, the hallway was only supposed to be half a kilometer long, but now it extended past the horizon. Sienna tried to scream but her voice did not cry out, instead a raspy breath escaped. She saw the hallway blacken and there she was, standing alone in darkness.
A Seventh has finally arrived, a female voice spoke to her from all directions. Sienna looked around confused, a Seventh? What did this voice mean? And a Kaur, but not the one whom started the ritual. Intriguing. None the matter your wish is adequate.
Sienna hissed in pain as she looked to the source. The back of her right hand burned as red began to shine brightly converting into a shape similar to two sets of lines with that later bent around a sharp top creating two fiery sets of wings and then bay leaves curved up into what normally represents a Roman Laurel Wreath. Once it colored itself in Sienna stared at the gothic stylized wings and wreath in confusion before a new light sourced caught her attention. An orb floated at waist height about a few meters away leaving her confusion about the red on her hand behind and filled with a curiosity and warmth that was produced from the orb. She approached it and reached out her hand to touch the orb. She paused as something told her not to touch it but her curiosity took the better of her mind and she lightly brushed her fingers on it.
The darkness faded away as roars and cheers began to boom around her. Before her the darkness fell apart as there a sounded man stood panting and covered in gashes and his armor, Roman armor, was falling off of him. Behind her a laugh caught her attention as she turned to see a young and fit man kneeling down to help the same individual up off the ground, his armor and his wreath was a dead give away whom that man was, Julius Caesar. Shouting caught her attention once again and she turned to see thousands of men marching towards her and she felt fear generate inside of her. She took a step back, but not before she bumped into him, the same man from before. This time he turned to his five hundred men and raised his scutum into the air and roared causing his men to look at him, he began a speech that caused his men to do the same and gather around him.
The scene instantly changed as there he sat on his knees, arrows inside of his thigh and stomach, eye missing and his shield with so many arrows in it that it covered the scutum. As two men approached him the man uttered out, "Mars… grant me strength."
The moment the words left his lips a light gleamed and fell towards him before finally falling inside of his chest confusing the two would be attackers, but the man roared and rose his now dulled sword and cleaved off the first man's head then nearly bisected the other. His eye blackened and turned red as he charged forwards and resumed the slaughter as blue flames began to expand from his sword. As he began to be surrounded the soldier swung his sword and a blue flash followed by and explosion that muffled the screams of terror as fire began to take the enemy and standing there was the man, his one eye shining red looking right at her.
The scene flashed then shrunk back too the orb as it began to morph and take shape Sienna dropped her jaw in horror as there the form took shape of a man standing two head lengths above her and in Roman Centurion armor and a red cloth fastened with a golden wreath to his right shoulder that seemed to be part of his red cape behind him. His eyes looked down at her carrying not the fury that she saw, but contempt. She felt her breathing increase until she was hyperventilating and finally she screamed.