Come explore a world of myst through a journey following two lives . Their fates seem so far apart even when destiny has a way of eclipsing things.
#Magic, mystery, thriller, action.
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Vi sat with her legs crossed, facing the man who was yet to be named. Most of her will was focused on ignoring the searing pound in her head, but thankfully the gash had stopped leaking at the barn. A sudden thought of Mira brought a stabbing pain to her chest. Rather than dwell on it, she shook herself back to the moment at hand, asking yet another question.
"So you're telling me I was brought to this... Aedwella," she pronounced the name carefully, "by your myst?" she asked, and he looked up, dragging himself back to the present.
"No, I had nothing to do with it—all universal."Made perfect sense. She rolled her eyes.
"You do realize how strange this is, don't you?"
"I like to think I operate in the realm of oddity," he answered. Yes, very strange, she thought. "You still have not told me what you are called," he added. Vi didn't intend to reveal anything personal. She was still very unsure who this man was, and what he planned on doing with her considering there was nowhere else to go. His eyes floated to her crown of tangled hair, lingering for a second before he snapped his fingers. "Violet. That's it. That's what you're called." She sat stock still, unsure of how he had pulled her name from thin air.
"A-Are you some kind of wizard?"
"No. It's written on you clear as day." He felt foolish for not saying it earlier. "But I can see it is not a name you are used to being called."
"You can?"
"Yes," he answered, and it wasn't a gloat. He said it the same way he might have recounted how he'd eaten an apple that morning, and in a similar way, she believed him. "I'm sure I am not the only one."
"It is only fair if you tell me your name then," she said.
"Asriel," he replied quickly. She narrowed her eyes.
"That's not it," she said, and his mouth quirked.
"No," he agreed, "but it is what I am called."
She was a bit annoyed, but he didn't seem likely to reveal anymore. "And are you as humankin as you look?"
"Something of the sort."
"So not entirely." Vi noted the features of his face, the texture of his hair, and the hue of his skin, structuring him by layers. Most humankin in Wisteria lived in Thynes, where they knew true winter, but were still blessed with enough summer months to procure a tan, but for Asriel, Vi garnered she'd need something much starker to do him justice. If she were planning to capture his portrait, which she wasn't, she'd need a slightly darker canvas, or a weather worn parchment.
"I don't go out much," Asriel said, which explained it.
"And your parents, they were both humankin I assume?"
