This is a terrible idea, the small voice inside your head repeated as you strode past humble shops and zealous vendors. This is the worst idea you've ever had.
Yet, as terrible as you acknowledged it was, you couldn't help it. Every morning you spent training with the Sōrsānt swelled your oh-so-human sympathy. You didn't understand Nilfyn magic, but that didn't lessen the silent horror of the Ērmār's cruelty.
Though, you still found Hyunjin to be an impossible oaf.
Pulling your hood lower over your face, you sidestepped a group of Nilfyn kids who played with the color of the dull pavement. Their little ears carried gemstones of a light violet hue—the common folk's color.
"Come one, come all! Hurry and try the best Jade-Fire Cakes in the Kingdom!" a woman called out from her stall while setting down a fresh batch of the dessert, steaming and glistening with sugar. She grabbed a handful of crushed almonds, sprinkling them atop the golden cakes that earned their name from the Jade-Fire fruit filling in their molten centers.
You soldiered forward, maneuvering around strolling families and curious buyers. Your legs didn't stop until you reached a crooked alleyway between abandoned fronts.
There was a faint light at the end of the night-cloaked alley, and you made your way toward it while gripping the long blade fixed at your hip. You preferred your Kizāri, but it was too conspicuous to carry around town and impractical in trivial street fights. A knife would do for a quick trip.
You came to stand before a featureless oak door, illuminated by a lone lantern that hung above it. No sign carried a memorable name in winding calligraphy, no windows invited you in with lavish displays. This was a shop only meant for those who sought it.
You pushed the door open. Its resonant creak heightened your guard as you walked in.
Orange light washed over the cramped space. Shelves upon shelves were stacked with all the oddities you could envision, frightening figurines and dainty trinkets, rare herbs and mythical gemstones, bizarre contraptions and cursed jewelry. You even spotted a Kizāri that looked like it was forged from the starry night sky itself. Twisting purple, blue, and black crystals made its body, dotted with swimming pearls that seemed to shift every time you blinked.
A portly man stepped out from behind a moss-green curtain at the back of the shop. He was dressed in a smart orange suit, his grayed hair swept back to expose proudly bare ears. His thin mustache twitched as he spoke. "Good evening. Has the weather been kind to you today?"
"Generous. It didn't rain boars on our house."
Your ridiculous response was a whispered code that the humans of the capital used to identify one another in hiding. Each town had a slightly different variation of it. It hailed teeth on the stable. It shone dragon fire on our crops.
In this shop, it was code for something more.
The shopkeeper gave you a slight nod, your message received, before disappearing behind the curtain. When he appeared again, he was carrying a large wooden chest that he then set on the narrow counter with a heavy thud. A key blinked out of his sleeve. The movement was so momentary you could've mistaken it for a trick of light, but the sure click of the lock assured you otherwise.
He turned the chest around and lifted its lid open before he stepped away to give you a semblance of privacy. It was an illusion, for you knew that he was watching your every move with the sheer attentiveness of a hawk.
He would be a fool not to. That unremarkable wooden chest was full of stolen Nilfyn artifacts.
Your eyes raked over a kaleidoscope of glowing Channeling Cores. Smooth-cut, mellow turquoise ear cuffs and bulbous studs of a garish orange. Elegant swirls of a bewitching purple and crescent shaped gems mottled with gray. Most of them were soft violet and inky black gems that had once belonged to common Nilfyn or unfortunate soldiers. You spotted a handful of jagged, purplish-red gemstones that eerily reminded you of those that encrusted Hyunjin's ears. There were some gold-plated pendants and rusted brooches as well—what the Nilfyn used before opting for ear piercings.
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Roseborn | Hwang Hyunjin
Fanfiction"The ravenous fire that crackled in your souls was one and the same, stoked by repressed fear and the overwhelming desire to survive in a world that only valued material power." In their desperate battle to survive the harsh aristocracy, the desire...