Miraric

20| Death and the Gods.

"Well," Jeril said once Edric had calmed down, his cheeks flushed red, his eyes puffy and a saddened expression on his face, dark strays of hair covering his eyes as he sat parallel to his teacher, his head inclined. "What did they say? That person from the palace?"

Edric took a few seconds to answer. "It was an advisor. Eris put a good word for me and I also demonstrated my renèi Possession to him,"

"All seven of them?" Jeril asked, drawing his eyebrows together, a sign that he was curious.

"Only three of them, he wasn't in the best condition to see the rest. He was impressed and said he will recommend me to the king,"

Jeril nodded, his frown still intact, his eyebrows white. "How is he going to communicate with you after the recommendation?"

"He will meet me back at the tavern. Tomorrow,"

"Tomorrow?" Jeril raised an eyebrow. "That early?"

"He's one of the king's closest advisor," Edric replied, his eyes placed on Jeril's -- his dark eyes meeting his master's light ones.

"Did he say what type of job you might be given?" Jeril asked, taking the mug placed on the table and having a sip of water, waiting for his disciple's answer as a blow of wind entered through their opened door, moonlight from the dark night seeping in as well.

"No, master," Edric said, and continued. "But I did tell him about my specialty in swordsmanship and all my renèi Possessions."

"There is a high possibility you will get the job in the palace. The palace won't take in people like me or Eris, who don't have mastered renèi possessions. You're a renèi Possessor of seven possessions. And you've mastered each one of them," Jeril said attentively.

Edric only bobbed his head. It was true, the palace had both Ezèrian and renèi Possessors - and all renèi Possessors were skilled with their abilities. Edric's teacher, Jeril, was a Dream Creator of Dream Possessors and he never felt the need to master it or use it as he found it tiring and exasperating and with him having his ambition towards swordsmanship, he never took the initiative to learn his renèi Possession.

That was the same case with most people living outside the palace -- the commoners were too occupied with living their lives to use their powers as it needed a good amount of their energy, leaving them mostly fatigued and even time consuming so most of them left their renèi Possessions discarded and unused.

Jeril sighed through his nose, keeping the mug at the table and bobbing his head, as if trying to connect everything. "Everything is happening so quick. It feels like yesterday when I was teaching you how to hold a sword,"

Edric chuckled, reminiscing. The thought of him confessing the truth to Jeril tightened his chest once again but he consoled himself.

"Did you always want this, Resrei? Working at the palace?" Jeril asked once the silence between him had died. "Is that why you were always perfecting your renèi Possessions?"

No, that's not the reason. Edric thought. I want to go there so I can kill them. I want to go there so I can take that bastard's life. I want to go there to ask Miranda why she broke my trust and I want to ask her if she regrets it. I want to-

"Resrei?" Jeril's gentle voice broke him out of his thoughts.

"Yes. . . Yes it's been always my dream to work at the palace. My parents always wanted that," he swallowed, bobbing his head and pressing his lips firmly.