"Hey look! It's the glitch!" Said someone as Mormesk passed. Everyone else just grimaced or crinkled their nose and went the other way. The wraith ignored them. He was headed home to learn some more of his witherling powers. There was another code anomaly in the village that Mormesk was training with. Her name was Shadow. This was somewhat ironic because she was a fae ( short for faerie), who were masters of light and day. The wraith and the faerie trained their powers together, honing the skills they had in common, showing off the ones they didn't. They naturally did this far away from the village. Shadow was slightly more accepted than Mormesk, mainly because she was human-looking, and her signature move was "generate-field-of-rainbow-light-around-everybody-so-they-can't-see-while-you-punch-them-in-the-face." Mormesk's, on the other hand, "unleash-a-huge-column-of-fire-and-death-that-plows-through-everything."
Shadow and Mormesk, despite their differences, were very good friend. That day, Shadow had an idea. "Hey," she said to Mormesk. "Why don't we make a light show of some sort?"
"How?" the wraith responded. "My magic is with darkness."
"And fire. You could change the heat of your fire blasts."
And...you could create fireflies of light, I shoot fire, and you surround everything with you signature move. But-"
"I know. No face punches."
"With light... Shadow. I have an idea. You have manipulation powers, don't you?"
That night, they didn't go home. They waited until it was night. The faerie had sent a message to the village leader, signed under the name of his wife, to have everyone gather by the edge of the village. This happened, and Mormesk made the first move. He shot a jet of blue fire up into the sky, willing it to explode when it reached 500 feet. Then Shadow created her light aura. They each generated more light, one after the other. After an hour, the light show finished. Everyone loved it, though, being mortals, they thought it was a machine. Puny mortals. What the mortals didn't know, was that the light patterns were meant to be a hypnotism, designed to make everybody be more xenophiliac (xeno- stranger, philia- friend)
Even so, Mormesk was still being taunted. Followed. Laughed at. Eventually someone followed him to a training session with Shadow. That person had severely underestimated the anomalies' sensory abilities. And he sneezed. Shadow and Mormesk pinpointed his exact location, and cleared the blocks, and both anomalies glared at him. The mortal turned to run and bumped into Mormesk after getting three blocks. The wraith extended his shadowy fingers, and they extended into flaming claws of pure darkness. The flames, oddly enough, were also incorporeal.
"Keep quiet, and be nice," the whitherling muttered. "or I will slice you in half." The faechild added to the fear by warping the light around her, darkening the sky for that one human. "Please don't kill me! Please! I'll do anything!" he cried. "Just please don't kill me!"
The mutants out away their illusions. "Why in the world would we kill you?" Shadow asked.
