CHYIOME LA MAGE

The beginning

"Chiyo, It is time. Tell me your story," A tall lady says over the sound of a squealing kettle. She grabbed the kettle by its carved wooden handle and walked it over to a circular table, cut out of a tree with four short stubs around the edges.

Her coal-black hair sways with every enchanting movement her body makes as she sashayed over to the table. Her forest green cheongsam is embroidered with leaves and flowers along the bottom, flowing with the wind gently from between the slits at the top of her hips.

I looked up quickly from the tree I'm sitting in. I jumped down, "yes, lady, I'm on the way," I huffed.

I quickly dropped the book that I was reading, trying not to mess up my page marker. I gently fell onto the balls of my feet, and I walked over slowly. She looked up at me from the small tree stub she's sitting on as she pours herself tea.

"Darling, don't be shy. Sit down," She said, gesturing to the stool in front of her with a smirk. I smiled as I lowered myself onto the small stub, folding my Padilla blue cheongsam under me. Trying to avoid her mesmerizing glaze.

"Thank you, the tea looks good," I said quietly, sipping on the hot tea, trying to break the awkward silence.

The lady threw her hair over her shoulder in one enchanting move and then took a sip out of her cup. "Do you know the importance that mages and sorcers carry in our society?" She asked, placing her cup down onto the saucer with a small clink and staring into my eyes once more.

I placed my finger on my chin, "Isn't it, like, with kunoichis'? The female warriors?" I asked, unsure of my answer.

"No, no. Chyio, you need to apply yourself to find the proper answer" She scoffs, almost like she'd just gotten insulted,"Mages and sorcerers are magical warriors, almost like kunoichi, but we'd wouldn't be called witches and / or wizards - Don't even get me started on those names, so inaccurate and offensive. But although, some mages considered themselves a witch, personally, I think that term is overused. But, mages use magic, elements, and combinations of such powers." She rambled.

She gasped and placed her hand over her mouth,"Oh, my apologies. I didn't mean to drag on about that, my junior apprentice. But, what we do is keep the balance between light magic and dark magic. If it wasn't for us, the sorcerer, the world, would be in chaos every waking moment." She said, picking up her teacup and sipping the warm liquid.

"So, I take it that we are warriors?" I asked, taking another slow sip of my tea, slightly burning my tongue.

She placed her cup down as she said, "We will talk more in detail about my earlier subject. But for now, please, dear. Tell me how you got here," She persuades, her voice graceful, songlike, yet stern.

I smiled as I went on with my story.