I stared up at the green haired women, glancing to the side I noticed uni bow, so I follow his action. "My Queen, how are you?" He addressed her formally, a golden crown sitting astute on her bun up green hair. With a soft smile, she spoke, "I have been faring well, and who is this young lady?" she peered down at me, her eyes curiously cautious. "my names Rhem Caso" I spoke awkwardly loud compared to them. With a quick grimace, she looked back to uni. "shes my fiance" his curt, breaking the silence. "ah, well how about I send her to be with the other children?" her voice held something close to disdain. Uni, glancing down at me, sent me a curious gaze. "Is that alright with you?" I nodded my head, unreturn the unnamed queen hailed over a guard, Bowing as she informed of where to take me.

Following the guard I stared at the walls of busts and painting of past royals, their faces stern and unnerving. Reaching a a fancy door down the golden hallway he knocked, a chip and elegant voice floating through the door, "come in." Opening the door I he addressed me to the room and left, not bothering to check if I was a danger to the contents of the people in the room. Awkwardly I stared at the people who're currently preoccupying the room. They're not really children but more or so teens. A Short brunette next to taller, almost ravenette, boy; both equally covered in piercings. But the thing that seems to be the weirdest about them is their eyes, both adorning equally blood red eyes. Next to the bluette is platinum blonde haired girl, thick dreadlocks making her hair look like frayed rope. Awkwardd whisps nostalgia of splinters flitting through my head. Sitting on a velvet chair is a violet closest to me is a fushia haired boy maybe a few years older than me; His face buried in a book. "Yo" my drifted to the bluette, her hair as wild looking as mine. "Hi" I spoke meek, waving my hand as I did, "so where ya from?" I looked over at the boy with equally red eyes. Can I really say? I don't even know where I am now? "Uhm… i don' know?" The lush grass of Inmo flitting into my head, but only to be crushed by her dead eyes and pooling blood. Fiddling my fingers I gritted my teeth, the heat flicking at my fingers. I'm gonna kill him one day.

"You good?" I looked over at a weird ashygrey haired teen. His clothes formal and prim, he must be the prince. Instantly I wiped the sour look from my face, closing my eyes only to jerk them at the sound of her. Run. Can't run when you can't leave. "I'm fine" they looked me hesitantly, "why why dontcha come over here and join the conversation?" I looked at the rope haired girl, she flicked her tounge out me revealing a tounge cut in half. "Dude stop sticking that thing out, i don't want to get in trouble for that." I looked at the bluenette as thwacked the side of her shoulder. "Oh shut up she's not even that scary" the platnum girl retorted as I walked over to their huddle near the window. Glancing at book shelves I tried to identify their words, the text language of theirs still foreign. Feellming a Pat on my shoulder I looked up, the dark haired teen staring down at me, an odd smile plastered on his face. "What's the name kid? I'm Ferrum, the blue twerp is Gale and the scary one is Illarc. Missy over there is Melee" he pointed at the violet haired boy head deep in a book. "And this guy" he pulled the prince over in a headlock, "is his royal highness, prince Gerald Fiore" Gerald quickly pulled him over his head, flipping Ferrum causally over his head. His boot also casually knicking my nose, a quiet crunch reaching my ears. Not again…

"Oh shit I'm sorry, let me get a royal nurse to help" Gerald spouted as he looked at my nose. Hm, I thought he wouldn't hear it, itching my nose I felt a liquid. Oh, oops. "It's fine" I group abbing my nose with my palms I reset it, my hands already adjusted to keep my nose straight, well as straight as it can be. "Cool, i think I like you" Illarc spoke as she held a fist out to me. Her dark clothes making it look like I was initiating myself into something. Awkwardly I first bumped her and shot a weak smile. "Heh, oh and uh, the names Rhem" I spoke soft, growing fond of not wanting to be around people. Everyone's so cruel to each other.

After a while of talking, the subject became uncomfortable. They spoke of their mage parents and how they're in a guild, with magic. They're all magic users, this puts me on edge and I more so want to illusion myself out. But I don't think my body would be able to handle it. The scars still sting a little, fandom licks drawing themselves on me. "What're your parents like Rhem? are they mages too?" Illarc asked as I kept quiet for the most part, twiddling my thumbs I smiled softly.

"Yeah she was" I looked down at the ground, I never knew my father. Only what mom had told me about him. She always said I looked so much like him, and even acted like him. We even have the same hair. "What was she like?" She pestered, ignoring the idea of the subject being sensitive. "She.. she was strong, and could take on a guild if she wanted" she wasn't in her element in that day, if only i was there earlier i could've stopped it. I could… "really. A whole guild… isnt that a little much?" Ignoring the burning in my eyes I stared up at the disbelieving prince. "You wanna hear the story?" I gave a wide grin, that made their faces warp, trying to boil down the accent I had started to notice I had. "Yes, actually I do"

"Well, it was warm day and my mom was doing odd job at the time. And someone came up to here and -" I tried to speak, but then the other half of the memory floated into my head. Their pale faces turning blue and the spell casted onto my tounge.

I stared at the man as he groped at his throat, with a strain he turned to me "help me" his voice scratchy and vein. "No thankyou" I spoke my voice heavy and forgein, my old language making my voice deeper. Staring down at my robes I looked at my toes and wiggled them. A chirping giggle running from my lips. Feeling a hand on my shoulder I looked up, a grim yet pleased look on her face as she stares at the dying man. "What's wrong mama?" She glanced down at me hesitantly, lightly spinning me so I'm looking at her. "Memmy I dony think you understand what's happening. that man, is dying. he will no longer be, just like me" tears welled in my eyes as the silence enraptured us. "now go over and sign" following ber ckmmand i grabbed the magic paint brush from ny pocket; tapping the brush on my robe i walked over ti the dead guildmaster. taking the pen i wrote the stranve symbol om it. "the mission is a succes"her voice curt,"maybe one day youll take over for me" she smiled as she crouched and kissed my cheek, pulling me into one of her warm side embraces.

"hey kid" i felt someone poke me, quickly i looked around, "what!" i yelled as i was ripped from my memory. "you were going to tell us about how your mom took down a guild?" Illarc spoke, her voice sassy and over dramatic. she sounds kind of bitchy. "uhm, she walked in a went croatoa and next thing you know whole guild is running" i lied, its hard to say that mom and i walked in under an illusion and poisoned an entire guild. i forgot how his face looked, i grimaced as the memory of me regecting him help flitted through. why did we even take out the guild? "whats your dad like" i looked at Gale her eyes inquizitive, i dont like that either. "dont know" i spoke curt, why does everyone always ask me questions. i could just illusion myself out. ignoring them i walked over to the couch and sat down, not really wanting to answer their questions. "aye im not done!" A chill ran up my back at the word, my hand finding itself at my neck. the fresh scar raised to the point where i can feel it through the high collared dress. "what?" i stalked the bookshelf for a book, my eyes glancing on one thats in Himsin. Picking it up i sat down, my hair fluffing infront of my face. "One more question, do you use magic" her voice eger for an answer. "No" my voice calm as i peered into the book, listening as her footsteps guided themselves to the sun basking window.

"You do know its rude to lie" my eye twitched as a new voice became apparent to me. Lightly i shifted my head, glancing at the fuchsia haired boy through my pink, with a wide grin i made eye contact with him.

"Who Said i was lying?"