The Mates of Dragons

Chat With A Mage

Kendra left and walked down the road just thinking. She wandered for a bit happy to be away from the others and their hostile emotions. Kendra was just very lost, trying to decide where she was even headed with her life. Was this really what she wanted to keep doing? Why had she been sent here, grown up with this now seemingly hostile group of humans?

She found herself walking down a street and looking at how sad most things seemed to look. Others were out moving about their day as normal, and she wondered what it would be like to just have to worry about working a normal day. About cleaning and maintaining a store like a normal person, but that wasn't her life and it never was going to be.

Kendra paused looking in a store window and noticed how old the glass was and it didn't seem to have been cleaned in a while. She glanced up looking at the name and couldn't figure out what the odd glyph meant. She blinked and realized what store she was standing in front of. Feeling like fate once more sent her here she moved, opening the door and going inside. This was the shop with the strange old unseeing old man.

The smell of old paper and herbs came to her, she moved inside and didn't see anyone right away. Kendra moved toward the counter and saw the crystal that was there still. She looked at it, extending her hand and feeling the hum of it. She could look this time and not feel rushed. The pull to that energy felt more this time. It felt like a need and understanding. As if part of her just could not help itself.

"Please don't touch." She turned her head and found the old man there. His gaze not seeing, but still seemed to know where she was.

"Just curious sorry."

"Yes, I see that. Your group of humans is stirring things best left alone. It's because of people like them that the other species feel threatened and the need to stand up." Clearly he knew what was going on. She wasn't surprised. Kendra deep down already knew that he was aware of Xerxes and also probably a friend. The things he said on the first day told her this.

"Is it just that or someone came to them with a voice and conviction, convincing them to stand up for themselves?" Kendra asked back with a bit of a sad smile.

"A little of both." He said with an answering smile and moved to sit behind the counter for a moment. "I'm glad that you are here without the others."

"I was tired of them." She admitted.

"I was too." She sighed and he picked up a cup, waved his hand over it and a brown liquid was in it. He took a drink and gave a pleased sound. "I love tea, would you like some?"

"No, thank you. How is it you manage to do that, just call something from nothing?" Mages fascinated her, how they could use magic. How they could create with a few words or gestures.

"But nothing doesn't really exist my dear. At least not here, in the air there is water that I need. I know the components that make up tea, natural or non. It's all just pulling it together to make what you want."

"Can you make living things appear?" She asked curiously.

"That is not the same. No one knows what components make up a soul or the life force. I will leave making the living for the creator. He seems to know what he is doing, or pretends too." She gave a smile and a slight laugh.

"I was curious if you could tell me about myself." Kendra said, because lately it was eating at her. Those she lived with used her, and had no answers. "I know what I am, I don't know who I guess."

"I can't tell you who, and it is most unfortunate that you have no memory. My guess is that your last death was rather traumatic or you willingly gave up your memories to make it easier the next time around. Homunculus are fascinating creatures." He waved his hand and a book came to him and he opened it.