A/N: Here's a story for you! This does have OCs, but they are in no way representative of me and not overpowered. I wrote this with my friend Lyric.
Disclaimer: I own nothing except my OCs.
Warnings: Rated T for romance, some violence, and character death.
Prologue
A man stood in the midst of a crowd of humans. Did they know who he was? No. Did they know what he was here for? No. They couldn't have dreamed of what he was doing there.
He carefully maneuvered his way through the crowd, reaching a rundown alley behind a dilapidated building. Holding a clear crystal-topped pathfinder up to the light, he quickly leaped away, appearing on his feet in an underground hallway. Taking a deep breath, the man strode onwards.
He slowly entered a small room with a small blue flame flickering in a intricately shaped cone on a wall. He looked around, and then started making his way to another corridor.
"Manasi," a voice said behind him. Manasi turned to find a man in a black cloak standing in the shadows behind him. A patch with a white eye on it, the same as the one on his own cloak, was sewn onto the sleeve. "I presume you did what you were asked?"
"All taken care of. Will you answer a question, Fintan?" Manasi asked.
Fintan laughed ominously. "I know what it is. But I may not answer your question. I find humans quite interesting. And the reason I can't tell anyone my answer is because if someone gets attached to a human, well…" He drew a line across his neck with his finger.
He nodded and made his way to the exit, but Fintan stopped him once again.
"Oh, and Manasi? You already know this, but as the Neverseen's best Telepath, consequently the only one who can hide their own memories to keep your mind from breaking, I expect you to return tomorrow to trigger that explosion. There are too many people there, and my consciousness would shatter under the guilt."
Manasi nodded again and headed for the corridor. Could he do what he was supposed to? Yes, easily. It wouldn't take much talent to shield his mind, and lock away the secret in his own cache. The better question was, would he do it? Would he really pull that trigger, ending countless innocent lives in a single day? No. He wouldn't. His soul wouldn't let him give up the chance to meet her again. No matter what Fintan said. This time, it would be different.
I know, waaay too short. Don't worry, the actual chapters will be considerably longer. I will post the first one tomorrow, and then weekly updates.