AN: My first shot at writing Beryl after all these years!
Unseen (Beryl)
It didn't take long for word to start spreading around the Thors campus; an urban legend sprung to life.
No one knew where she came from, or could recall seeing her on their first day. It was almost as if she and her Occult Research Club had manifested themselves out of thin air, having learned of a school where their trade could be plied.
And oh, what an odd trade it was. Fortune telling? Such predictions would have seemed laughable coming from anyone else, but not from her.
Not from someone that you swore could see what you could not.
Cruel (Victor S. Arseid)
In the grand scheme of things, Victor knows he's fortunate beyond measure. He still has his daughter, his life – even his swordsmanship has only lost a half step, if even that.
There's no reason to want more, he repeats like a mantra when sudden pain bolts him from slumber, a wave of agonizing wildfire sweeping through his left arm (what left arm?) and leaving only ash.
He can feel it. He can feel it, he can feel it, he can feel it, hecanfeelit –
His eyes open, banishing both the phantom and the cruel hope in an instant.
Slowly, he breathes.