Magus memoirs

War is for soldiers.

(This is what Lucinda sings^^^)

--- Rains POV ---

"Oh! Are you hungry? I don't think you've eaten since you woke!" Lucinda said, "Eat. War can wait."

She dragged me to a table that appeared out of nowhere, and the girls pulled some food out, setting the table.

"I thought you didn't have any food?" I asked, confused.

"No, silly, we were hoping to give you a relatively easy task, but you didn't know how to cook, apparently, so you chose combat." One of the girls said, giggling.

"I see. Then thank you for the opportunity, and the meal." I said, humbled by their skill.

I tucked into the meal quite enthusiastically, and devoured quite a bit of food, ignoring the tiny pitchfork and dagger.

(Think: manners? What are those? He doesn't have table manners. It's important later;-) )

Once the food was eaten, the majority of it by me, we cleaned up the table. It was still high noon, and I needed darkness for my plan, so Lucinda offered her lap to lay my head and rest.

I happily accepted, and fell asleep almost instantly, belly full.

--- Lucinda's POV ---

Rain fell asleep almost instantly. He hadn't looked this peaceful since he was small, before the world took his life and made it a hell no one should live.

In a way, his amnesia was a gift, and he was happier for it. I as well.

He had no memory of the people who clung to his knees begging forgiveness and mercy he couldn't give.

No memory of the thousands of dying faces he'd always seen in his dreams.

No memory of the hellish battles he'd fought, starting as a young boy of seven.

No memory of his lost family, that had been bigger than I'd said.

The knowledge of his parents deaths had put the strongest fae halfbreed in existence on his knees.

I didn't need to tell him of the rest of his family. He'd had lots of cousins, like me, and my Jaka, even one full blooded brother, though estranged.

But none of them were immune to hellfire as he was, as I was, and as his father was. Some of the older Fae survived, fleeing the scene.

And when a Mage reaches puberty, their traits show themselves. The stronger the Mage, the more dramatic the awakening.

We'd thought the signs of a Mage were the fae blood awakening, a much less dramatic event.

His ears would've gotten longer, pointier, and then his eyes would be permanently silver.

We were oh so wrong. Purple hellfire exploded from him as he slept, so much, that he created the 'glass plains', as they were now dubbed.

A field of obsidian, and glass. The terrain had melted, and then crystallized, from the heat he exuded.

I'd drug him from his grave of glass, sealing the fire in one of his void pockets, and his father had wept and mourned the loss of his clan.