The Fate Weaver

Chapter 10

Every Senalian with the skill to use subtle and meager so-called magic, the Senalian headquarters had made sure that the flight to England, London was not going to be too long. It only took half of the supposed time, but it was still tiresome being on the plane, so all of them took turns talking about me to me, which I pretty much enjoyed, partially because it was as if I were listening to another person's story that was actually mine.

"Your mother was QueenEmille, and your father is King Wilson. Both of them treasured you more than Senalia. Queen Emille unfortunately perished due to a chimera attack," said Anna dolefully, "about only a few years ago."

Art turned away, his face shadowed, and once more I was reminded of the fact that we were siblings sharing the same parents.

"You were very sensible a person, except when you were with your close people, like Miss Bernice and Miss Julie, your friends who perished with you two hundred years ago. You were excited when you have fun, sense blinded. It was also because you trusted your friends very much."

"Please tell me how Jac-Magnus was," I said, as I half-smiled seeing how Magnus dozed at his seat, looking younger in his slumber.

A hush fell over the place, but soon enough Art broke it.

"You were his very good friend. Almost everyone disliked that, but you and him were inseparable, even more than the two ladies. He was a lot more...cheerful. He knew how to joke, and laugh."

"He was like that during the six mortal years on Earth," I said defensively, "and I still like him a lot."

"You must remember what he did. He let you be almost killed. His guilt is so heavy. Every time he opens his eyes, he will remember his sin. For the six years, you did not have your memory totally. So he decided it won't hurt to friend you and be his own self."

"Oh, and Senalia is such a beautiful place!" exclaimed Anna, changing the subject. "Senalia is nature. The little magic we use is borrowed from the nature's great powers. We live with nature."

Out of the corner of my eye I saw Magnus stand, and then sit again, his face rapidly draining of colour, his hair turning snow white, clutching his stomach. Then he doubled over, and coughed onto his hand. What I saw on his palm, was dark crimson blood.