A/n: So, another update before I really get stuck with responsibilities beyond my capabilities. Mid-terms are coming up and I am falling apart orz
It is really hard to concentrate on writing when you have so many other things to think about. So, after this chapter, I do not know when the next update will be. I apologize in advance.

Here is a doodle of what Hannah looks like [did it on a small break from class] img dot photobucket dot com/albums/v160/Lady_Cell/DSC_0018 dot jpg [erase all the spaces and replace the dot part with actual dots/periods]

"The Covenant"

Chapter 05: Share your supper with the enemy

Hannah wasn't sure exactly how long she has been held captive.

At one point, after a nap, she felt that her magic was back to its full potential. As soon as it was, a simple spell was more than enough to get rid of the ropes that restricted her arms.

But, alas, as soon as she approached the door, she was met with a force-field.

Scratch that, when she tried to blow down a wall, the force-field was there. It sent her blast right back at her, she barely managed to avoid it. Klarion had her trapped inside, like a mouse! To make things worse, the force-field was making it impossible to contact Grigor.

And she still didn't know how long she had been in this little mouse trap.

Klarion visited her two more times, both times as painful as the first. And when he wasn't there, she was mostly void of consciousness. It was impossible to have any track of time. She was certain it's been a day, maybe two? Though, on the positive side, there was a door she had access to that led to a small toilet.

That saved her from any added embarrassment, if nothing else.

Hannah walked around, stretching her limbs. Having her arms free felt like Gods gift. She fixed up her clothes [it was such a simple spell, it didn't even need an incantation] which were previously scorched and tattered and managed to freshen up at least a little bit thanks to a sink in that small toilet. Her magic was of no use to her escape; her strength would not help her either. She was stuck here as a prisoner, but even so she'd be damned if she let herself look anything short of a proper young lady.

"So you got your magic back."

Hannah gasped and instantly raised her force-field. She wasn't able to escape, she would lose in a fight, but at least she could somehow protect herself. Klarion stood at the door, smug as ever, holding a plastic bag in one hand.

She didn't answer; Hannah stood in the middle of the room, her right arm raised threateningly, her eyes narrowed in a glare.

Klarion chuckled "I'll take that as a yes." He walked around her, his hand gliding over the shield she created for herself, before stopping next to a vanity table. He hoped up on it, leaning against the mirror, crossing his legs "I'm still wondering what is it exactly that that takes it away in the first place." The witch boy rested his head in his open palm "Care to share?"

Hannah continued glaring.

Klarion let out a sigh, almost as if disappointed "You're making it so hard to be friendly with you." He took the plastic bag and placed it in his lap, rummaging through it. In a few moments, he removed his hand from the bag only to present Hannah with a chocolate candy bar. "And here I went through all this trouble of finding something yummy for you to eat. Can't have you starving to death, can we?"

The girls eyes instantly widened, her mouth watering as soon as her eyes caught sight of the sweet delight. It was only then that she realized how utterly starving she was. Almost on instinct, she took a step towards Klarion, but he simply wiggled his finger in a "no-no" motion.

"You'll get this treat if you answer my question." Hannah snarled at his proposal.

"What makes you think I even want it that bad?" the girl spoke up "For all I know, you could have poisoned it, charmed it even!" She took a step back and crossed her arms "I can't trust you."

Klarion chuckled "You're right, you can't trust me." He leaned forward a bit "But, you have no choice. Either trust me or die from lack of nourishment."

She seemed to think about it, only to let out an annoyed growl a moment later "Tell me your question first."

Now it was Klarion's turn to think. He placed a finger to his bottom lip, considering his options "Tell me…" he paused, his eyes passing over her "…what is it that takes away your magic."

Hannah was taken aback. She stared at him, dumbfounded, before she let out a small laugh. She couldn't help it.

"Of all the possibilities, you chose to ask me that?!"

"Do you want the candy bar or not?"

"…"

Hannah let out a sigh and lowered her guard. There was no harm in telling him something like that, was there? There was no way that he could use her answer to access the Tower of Fate and all the secrets within; including the Helmet.

And she was hungry. Really, really hungry.

She rolled up her sleeves, exposing the wretched bracelets she hated so much to Klarion. As soon as he laid his eyes upon the golden bracelets, Klarion uncrossed his legs and sat up properly, his eyes seemed to widen, as if he recognized the pieces of jewelry from somewhere "These are the seals which control how much magic I'm allowed to use." Hannah explained, her voice soft. She felt so ashamed of them. "If I start using up too much magic at once, they will start burning me as a warning sign. If I chose to ignore the warning, they will cut of access to all of my powers. Depending on how aggressive and powerful the spells I used were, it may take up to a whole day before I am back at one hundred percent."

Klarion hoped off the vanity table, the grin he had before now gone as if it were never there, and quickly made his way to the edge of Hannah's forcefield. He placed his right palm over it, his long, black fingernails grazing the surface "Remove your shield."

"W..what?! There is no way I am going to-"

"I said remove it before I do it myself!" he barked, making Hannah recoil a bit. She moved her hand, flicking her wrist, the force-field withdrawing at her command. She barely managed to blink before Klarion was right in front of her. Hannah gasped, trying to take a step back, but Klarion's bony fingers wrapped around her wrist, keeping her in place.

"Hey, hey! What are you doing?!" Hannah huffed, trying to pull her hand away, but Klarion held it tight. He pulled her arm up so that he could examine the bracelet more closely.

Hannah's eyes widened as she watched Klarion drag the tip of his nail down the bracelet, a red, glowing line, almost like a crack, appearing where his nail touched. But only moments later, the crack let out a golden glow and healed itself, all trace of it ever being there – gone!

Klarion scowled "Who exactly put these bracelets on you?"

"Oh please, like I'm going to tell y-" Klarion increased his grip on her arm, making her wince "Ow, ow, ow, OW! You're going to break it! Stop! Jesus! Stop, I'll tell you!" the witch-boy let go of her. Hannah pulled her already bruising arm to her chest, rubbing it in hopes of soothing the pain. She never would have guessed that someone as scrawny as this guy could have that amount of mind-blowing upper-body strength!

The witch-boy crossed his arms, waiting for her answer. She let out a huff, turning her head away from him "Doctor Fate forced them on me. He doesn't 'trust' me with my magic."

"Nabu?" Klarion let out in distaste "That old fart hasn't had a host body for over 60 years, how could he have possibly put them on you?!"

"He put them on me just before I took the helmet of! I-"

Well crap, she said more than she should have.

Both went silent for a moment, as if trying to let the information seep in.

"WHAT?!"

Hannah felt her ears pulsate in pain at how loud he shrieked. He seized the arm he threatened to break before, only bruising it further.

"YOU are the one trained to be Nabu's next host body!?" he hissed, revolted.

"What?! No, I- "

"You're going to waste all that magical potential to be a puppet for a complete moron like him!?" He let go of Hannah with a push, the girl taking a few clumsy steps back "Disgusting!"

Hannah didn't know why, but she felt upset. How could he say such a thing?! How could he even imply that she would ever even consider being Nabu's next host body?! She couldn't remember the last time she felt so…offended before!

"Now wait just a god damned minute, Witch Boy!" Hannah growled, grabbing his wrist and trying to squeeze it as hard as she could, hoping to hurt him. Though she really did know that he probably barely felt it "Don't you dare think for one second that I would-…" she barely had time to register what was going on before her body was flying through the room, crashing quite painfully in to the wall.

"Don't touch me!" Klarion hissed "You repel me!"

He left the room in a huff; his anger was seeping from his form. Hannah, on the other hand, just remained lying there, pain soaring through her back, trying to get her thoughts together. When she heard the door slam, she finally sat up with a wince.

"Oh yeah?!" the girl yelled "Well…well guess WHAT?! I don't care what you think of me! Because guess what?! You are the bad guy!" she was leaning forward, almost as if she thought that in doing so her voice would be even louder "So in retrospect, everything YOU say is negated! So how do you like that?! HA! Everything you say DOESN'T MATER!"

Hannah slumped back against the wall, wincing a bit "Dammit…" she hissed at the pain rippling through her back. How dare he even think that he has a right to judge her like that? Preposterous!

"I don't care what he says…" she muttered "YOU HEAR THAT!? I DON'T CARE WHAT YOU SAY!"

Yet, she couldn't let go of that awful churning inside her gut.

A/n: Hannah and Klarion are really having difficulty seeing eye to eye, it would seem. Both are brash and emotional individuals; building any kind of non-hostile relationship between the two seems almost impossible.

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