Tommyinnit Oneshots

Controlling the Chaos - Three: The Storm in Your Veins

Foolish

Foolish knew from a young age that he was strange, and he was told that he was special. Foolish was informed by the people around him that he was important. Foolish wasn't all that convinced. He knew that he was different. For starters, Foolish had two Origins instead of one, a shark and a Totem of Undying. Secondly, Foolish couldn't use much magic. He couldn't control any of the four main elements, and he couldn't perform any of the branches. All Foolish could do is make it rain water droplets. That was it. He was given separate classes from all the other- the normal kids- but there wasn't a point. Foolish didn't know why he was there if he couldn't do anything. He didn't know why he was considered valuable. At this point, he should have been made into a servant or a guard for the Watchers.

Foolish wasn't surprised when a Thaumaturge came to pick him up with a slightly disgusted look. Foolish resigned himself to the fact that this was him getting kicked out of the program that taught children magic. Foolish looked around his small room one last time before he followed the Thaumaturge out of the room. Foolish closed the door on his past life. He wondered, almost like an afterthought, who would take him in. Foolish never realized that he didn't know who his parents were or what had become of them. He supposed they were part of the Watchers, but what if they had lives outside the group that Foolish would need to acquaint to? Were both his parents Shifters, or was he more like a mutant than a Origin holder?

The Thaumaturge gave no warning as their hand came close to Foolish's face. He jumped back in surprise, but everything went dark around him. He was still conscious considering he was having rational thought, but it was like someone placed a thick blindfold over his eyes. After a moment, Foolish realized that he couldn't hear anything. He tried to sniff the air, but he didn't pick up a smell. Foolish squirmed where he was standing. All he could feel was a firm grip on his wrist. That was it. All of his senses had been completely shut off. Foolish was in an empty world where he couldn't tell if he was moving or stationary. Foolish couldn't even tell if he was breathing. He didn't feel the air on his lips or his chest pumping. Foolish wouldn't have known if one of his legs was chopped off or if he was laying on the ground. Foolish wondered if he was dead.

His senses came back gradually. He felt his body first, the weight of his limbs and pumping of his blood. Small rocks were digging into his calves, and Foolish realized he was sitting on the ground. He smell of concrete filled his lungs. He could hear breathing. His and someone else's. He pried his eyes open. They adjusted rather quickly considering how little light there was. Foolish could make out he was at the end of a narrow hallway. Leaning against the opposite wall was a girl who was blinking rapidly like she was getting her senses back at the same rate Foolish was.

The girl was wearing a light pink kimono-like outfit over a plain black shirt tucked into pants of the same color. She had a red ribbon tied around her wrist. This symbolized that she was a high-tier student in the programs ran for children. Foolish had seen her once or twice while he was being led around the facility. They had never spoken. Foolish wasn't allowed to be social. His presence was known as a ghost that haunted the halls. Most kids thought he was an illusion cast by a Thaumaturge to show them that they could rise in rank despite age. Foolish was on the younger side, but looking at this girl, she was in the same boat as him.

"W-where are we?" The girl asked while rubbing the back of her head. She lifted her other hand. Something illuminated beneath her skin before rising up into the form of a pale green orb that was protected with darker green vines that left wide cracks for light to seep through. Foolish's eyes went wide as he stared at the light. He had never seen a Faerie light before. Not only was the Fae Origin rare, but it took a lot of work to conjure the orbs. The girl smiled at him warily like she knew what he was thinking. "Truth be told, I have a little bit of Creeper in me. I was told that one of my parents had that Origin."