Demitytes Bride

A study in society

Pain. She could sense nothing but pain. She was not aware if she was screaming, if she was sitting or lying on the ground. It was as if a blanket of pain had engulfed her, her senses where dulled from the strain, and her mind felt darkness only. For an infinitesimal point in time, she was aware of nothing, not her self, her state, or her identity, except the haze of pain that blinded her.

Then slowly, gently, as if she was leaf in the wind, swaying, falling, she fell to awareness. She could feel it. Her magic. Rising up to support her. She could feel it instinctively taking away her pain, building a comforting wall around her.

It was happy, she could tell. She could feel the tendrils wrap playfully around her. It was not long before her magic completely eliminated the pain she was feeling, and she rose up from the floor, her confidence and countenance immensely boosted simply by the presence of her magic .

She directed her ire at the old man who's name she had yet to learn. The man who she suspected was not old really. "What do you think you were doing? Why was that so painful?" She asked him coldly.

The man completely ignored her question and seemed to be examining her intensely. He grabbed her hand and ran his hand over it. She could feel her magic bristle in response to his magic and she snatched her hand back. "What was that!?" She bit out. '

He again ignored her and finally said with the air of a self-satisfied person, " Ah, so it worked. I wasn't really sure."

Kashara felt faint, and not with relief either. "You mean you had no idea if it would work? Why the hell did you test it on me without knowing what would work?".

Kashara fixed him with a final glare, but couldn't stay cross for long. Her magic was back. She sighed, but let a small smile give way and nodded to him in acknowledgement. She raised her hand apprehensively at a book from one of the shelves near her and focused on bringing it to her.

The book sky-rocketed out of the shelf and whacked into her hand, making her eyes water. "Ow..." She clutched her throbbing hand and glared at the book. It was as she was trying soothe the hand by blowing on it, that she remembered. She had magic now! She gave an excited squeal and tried to summon her magic. She muttered the most basic of healing spells and watched as the pain slowly faded away, albeit very slowly and not completely. She had only a tiny portion of her magic after all.

Kashara almost frowned at that, but the feeling of her magic, no matter how tiny, overwhelmed her and she gave another squeal. She finally caught sight of the grumpy man's gaze on her. It was slightly judging, but mostly amused. She raised her eyebrows in question. His mannerism reminded her of someone. She didn't know who. She couldn't put her finger on it, but something about this guy rubbed her the wrong way.

"I just realised, I didn't even know your name?" She asked him. The man gave her another wolfish grin and smirked, " No, you don't." Kashara huffed and tried again. " And what is your name, Mysterious stranger who is obviously pretending to be old?"

The man gaped at her for a second with incredulity, as Kashara allowed herself to cheer inside. He shook himself out of his stupor shortly, and replied. "Lord Faun de Ecius Sharsgak Decly at your service." He bowed smoothly and kissed her hand.

Kashara raised her eyebrows. Looks like he recovered fast. Her second thought was him being a Lord explained his behaviour of confidence and calm.

" Er....Lord Fa—un? You are not an old man, are you?" She pronounced victoriously. Lord Faun looked up from his bow and smirked mysteriously. "Now that would be telling. And you would not want a poor old man to lose his life because of your curiosity would you?"