Guardians Of The Arcane Chronicles

Chapter 7: All Alone

"What do you mean you can't do anything about it?" Felix yelled, gritting his teeth in frustration. The lights flickered. He could feel his telekinesis shake every object in the room slightly, and it was a good thing that none of the constables had noticed it.

Steady, Felix.

The psychic took a deep breath to calm himself down. The last thing he wanted was to have another outburst and get himself incarcerated in those power nullifiers again. He shuddered internally at the memory of how powerless it had made him feel.

Felix had not lost control of his powers ever since the last time he accidentally tore up his middle school compound in a tantrum. Not like it was entirely his fault though; who in their right mind would taunt a grieving thirteen year old barely a week after losing both his parents?

Ah, that's right. Stupid people, that's who.

Much like these constables who were one spell away from making him relapse.

"You heard me," the constable droned in a bored tone. "This is a simple case of 'Meta on Meta violence'. Meta neighbourhoods aren't the safest, and there have been way too many thugs causing trouble recently. We cannot respond to every single gang fight. In any case, you should probably just take it up with your fraternity-"

"I am not a thug!" Felix slammed his hands on the table. A silver badge burst out violently from his coat pocket, hovering inches away from the constable leader's face. "I'm a member of the Guardian Council. We're on the same side, damn it!"

"Impersonating an authority is a crime, boy. The Guardian Council is made up of the most competent magis in the city. There's no way someone of your... racial persuasion- could be part of them."

"I need to make a phone call," Felix snapped. "Now. Just you wait. I'll have Warlock Vulcan remove all of you from your posts."

"Go right ahead. It was he who told us to focus our efforts on the more important things."

Felix froze. Wait, what?

"Now leave." The chair creaked as the constable leader stood up, rematerializing the staff in his hand. "Before I charge you for disrupting constable duties."

The cool night breeze greeted Felix's face once again as the doors swung wide open for him, as if invisible butlers were standing by them. Or to be more specific, abnormally strong butlers with no control over their strength. Felix could have sworn he felt a screw snap off. He clenched his fists again, and the doors slammed shut behind him. They fell off their hinges this time.

"They rejected your plea?" his best friend's voice drifted to his ears, barely audible as frustration flooded his mind.

"What do you think?" Felix said in an impatient tone as he prepared to jump off the ground. "I'm going to find Vulcan for help instead."

"Wait, I'm coming with you!" Orpheus piped.

"No, you're not. Go home, Orpheus. This no longer concerns you."

The psychic burst off the concrete pavement and disappeared into the clouds within seconds.

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A figure flipped itself over the railing, ducking behind a bookshelf just as light flooded the room. He held his breath, trying to stop his heart pounding from how close he had come to being caught.

A petite girl rummaged through the study table, completely unaware of his presence. She picked up a bag of runes and left quickly enough, allowing the darkness to embrace the intruder again.

Gaius exhaled slowly, lighting the darkness with two small points of orange. He scanned the room for the third time, making sure that he did not miss anything. The boy tutted audibly in frustration. Of all the times, his magic vision had nothing to show him?