World Of Silhouettes

Eleven

                         ------HEYYYY!!! UP THERE IS BEN!!! YAYY!!! WHAT DO YOU THINK OF HIM+KATIE?-----

I decide to give them a brief description, with no details unlike Katie originally requested. She may be my best friend, but some things are meant to be kept to yourself. Besides, I feel like what I had with Knowledge was too special, too personal.

"She told me that I could never speak of these thing to anyone else, and that I was strong. That was it pretty much it." 

Before any questions spring on me, I turn the tables.

"Abbey," I say, "How did you know magic? Don't tell me you. . ." My voice trails off. She shrugs as if its no big deal at all. Maybe it isn't a big deal, maybe I'm just that out of it. Typical me!

"I can't really do attacks like Grey," She says. "the only thing I can do is some healing ability. Its just not meant for most people. Magic, I mean." 

"Wait, wait, wait," Katie says. "Are you talking about magic?" She tilts her head. "I thought that was some old and popular myth." 

"Wanna bet?" Abbey pulls a small pocket knife out of her pocket I had never seen before. She traces it across her skin to make a small cut, just large enough to draw blood. 

"Huh?" Katie says. "Abbey, what do you think you are doing to yourself?" 

"Watch." 

 I know what she is doing, I've seen it. And even if I'm told I didn't, I know I did it myself. 

She extends her hand and her cut heals within seconds. Katie gasps and backs away one step. "Thats it, pretty much,"  She finishes lamely. 

"Wait a second!" Katie says. I look at her. "From what I know,  there are three types of magic: Elemental, Mental, and, Arcane. Where does that come from? It doesn't seem to fit in any."

"You know about this stuff too?" I ask. "How come I'm always the weirdo that knows nothing?" Abbey ignores me, on the chance to show her erudite.

"My grandfather tried to create a healing magic years ago. He succeeded and taught me. That was some time before he died from old age.  

"People can create magic?" I ask. I may not know much about this force, but the possibility to make it seems very far fetched.

"Sometimes," She says. " A Mage can create their own magic, or change one to their liking. My grandfather was a strong magic weirder. It happens very rarely, only once every hundreds of years." 

"It also doesn't seem that useful," Katie adds. 

Abbey shakes her head. "Maybe one day, someone can take my grandfathers magic, research it, and make it stronger." 

"How?" I ask. 

"I don't know," She admits with a shrug. 

"What really is annoying me," I say, "is knowledge." 

"Why?" They both ask. 

I take a breath and share my suspicions, 

"She's hiding it. Magic. I just know it." 

"Why would she do that?" 

"Don't ask me." I sigh and look out the window, I see knowledge, Ben, and Bruce coming towards the door. "But i'm going to find out." I glance over my shoulder. "Are you two with me?" 

"Why do you always ask that?" Katie says. "Lets find out everything. Why we are here, whats magic, and if we too, can learn it." 

After knowledge and the two boys dry themselves, we don't waste time. We ask them all to sit down. 

"What is it?" Knowledge asks. She seems to hate my questions. 

"We want you to answer a few questions," I say. 

"If you don't answer them," Katie says slowly. "I might go home." Katie says. Its obvious that even if Knowledge said nothing, Katie would stay. I sigh and try to pick up where she left off. 

 I want to know why you are training us in sword play and fighting. What exactly are you trying to use us for?" She looks at me quietly while I add,  "Tell me more about magic. I want to know everything about it." 

Hey eyes widen slightly as Ben and Bruce glance at us three, to Knowledge, unsure of what to say to the sudden change of attitude.

"Know everything? Is that really what you want?" 

"Um," I pause. "Yes?

"I was going to tell you about magic some time later. But fine. I will tell you about magic. I will tell you about your mission, as well." 

"Great." Abbey says. "Please do."

"A long time ago, far before you, or I, was born . . . a woman under the name of Scarlet, decided things had to change. She wanted to see the outside, she wanted a world beyond the walls. 

"There is not-"  I begin,

"Silence!" Knowledge yells. I gasp and try to hide my surprise. 

 "Who told you that? The school curriculum that who made?" 

The soldiers I will forever hate, most likely. Could I really be that blind? 

"There used to be a world outside the walls," Knowledge says. "A place where you did whatever you wanted whenever you wanted. Everyone could get a car, or a horse. There weren't just transportation for the rich, they were part of the poor persons life as well." 

We look at each other, unsure of what to think.

"Good things come to an end. The end was when a powerful person, a mage with powers so vast, many called him alien to humans, came to power. He had an army. They killed thousands of innocent people, after forcing them to slave on the walls, of course. They did it all for population control." 

My lip quivers with anger. 

"After the walls were built, the utopia he dreamed of failed. The few mages there were out there, began to protest, along with the normal people. We wanted rights, freedoms." 

It all begins to click. "Thats when she came, right?" 

"You speak of Scarlet?" Knowledge asks. "Yes, that was where she came in. She made her group, which consisted of normal people, and magic users.  She was going to take over and become the next leader, but she died from a simple miscalculation in the plans she created." 

"What was it?" Katie asks. 

"They poisoned the kings food, with help from the inside. They thought that if they did that then maybe, just maybe, the king would die. They all thought that he would as least remain unconscious until they killed him, he didn't." 

"How strong was he?" 

"Incredibly strong," Knowledge says.

"My family, as well as all of your own, were fighting alongside her, all those years ago. That is why I gathered all of you here." 

"Huh?" Ben asks. Bruce is totally confused. I don't blame him. 

"The king has children, who had children. Now, his offspring rule the walls to this day, with a grip tighter than a corset." 

"No. . ." I say. It's really coming together now.

"We want you, young generation, to finish what we started." It sets on everyone now.

"Kill the king," She says, "make us all free." 

You know the calm that comes before the storm? We had the calm, now is the storm.