It Sucks Being a Mutant

Meeting Kialas

Sighing deeply, I lean on the tree. It's really cool out here. Right about 68 degrees. My kinda weather. I hum quietly, a song that I seem to know for an unknown reason. The wind picks up speed for a moment, scattering bits of yellow pollen onto me. I bolt upright and sneeze violently, breaking the silence. All of the birds in the tree above me, fly away at the noise. Geesh, I always do something to screw something up.

Well, whatever. Now that I have no more entertaining things to do, I stand up and stretch my arms and legs, the tingling feeling in my butt almost immediately disappearing.Yawning, I turn to the east, to go back the way I had come. I walk for a while, coming to the edge of the forest.

"You know," a voice says softly behind me, making me freeze, "that you're not very intresting."

I spin around, my slight suprise, turning to a slight show of anger. "What the heck do you know about interesting-ness?" I ask, gazing around for the speaker and seeing no one.

A figure seems to shimmer in the shadows, then appear as a solid mass. "Well," the voice -which I now can tell is definately masculin- says. "I know interesting because I am." He steps out into a sun patch.

Wow. I swear my jaw drops. Gorgeous does him no good. More like...an earthreal being. I close my jaw when he chuckles. "Who the hell are you then?" I snap.

He, with a small smirk on his face, casts me a mock bow. "I, m'lady, am Kialas. Kialas Jian Jei."

I snort a laugh, which I try to cover with a cough. Unsuccessful in doing so because Kialas frowns. "What is that?" I ask. "Russian?"

He smiles again. It suits him much better. "Chinese, actually."

"Oh." I mentally smack myself for being stupid. I should have known. Now that I examine him more closely, I see the slight slant of his eyes -which are somehow green- and his solid black hair. How many people have black hair?! Maybe I should dye mine...

"What's your's"

I blink, his words pulling me out of my mind rant. (I happen to have a lot of those.) "What's mine?"

"Your NAME." He sounds exasperated.

"Urm...oh...my name...."

His moss colored eyes twinkle with mischief. "So, you're telling me that you don't remember your name?"

I scowl at him. "No. I know my name. It's Hecate."

"Like the goddess?"

"Yeah, got a problem with that?"

He shakes his head, his dark hair shaking. "No I don't." He runs his eyes up and down my frame. "Not at all."

I find myself blushing. "Umm, so, I've got an even more important question to ask you," I tell him, my glacier blue eyes staring into his.

He keeps silent, folding his arms as if waiting for me to ask.

"Why in the hell-"

"Am I here?" he asks, cutting me off.

"Yes, and why are you following me?"

He sighs loudly and takes a step towards me. "I was sent to collect you."

I stare incrediously.

"And take you to The Academy."