Mage's Curse

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A young woman stands in the back. He bright bronze hair is made of feathers, copper eyes showing a look of horrid wisdom, and her forearms are covered in the same metallic feathers of a owl, a long silky copper dress draped around her with constantly swirling gold constantly mixing with the copper.

She steps into the warm torch light.

"Hello I am Quill." Her speech is sharp and soft all at once.

"Hi?" Seto says curiously.

"Setosorcerer, you shall and will address me as Quill or Master or Master Quill, nothing else. Do you understand boy?"

"Yes."

She pulls out a gold sword. "I think you have better rephrase your words young Setosorcerer."

She takes another step up.

"Yes Master Quill," he says backing up.

She nods. "My, we are already on the verge of advancement!" She smiles, gold lips parting to show metal looking, razor sharp, teeth. "Oh, but we have not even made it out of the front door quite yet. Not quite."

She straightens out. Seto could have sworn her eyes flashed a bright white.

"Now," she says very firmly, "you are here to learn... no matter what it takes."

He does not like the sound of her words.

Solace is dragged from his cell.

"Solace!" Bonkers yells after him, running up to the bars.

"Don't worry Deceptibonk, I'll be back in a moment!" Solace says, being yanked forward.

"I hope so," she says sitting down, looking at her glowing claws.

Solace is lead by the guard to a room. A room with the simple number 895, painted across the front sloppily.

They open the door and shove him into the inky darkness.

"Hello?" He asks.

A pair of yellow and purple eyes open from nowhere. Normally there would be a set of white... but that ship sailed.

The purple eyed one lights a match, which he uses to light a torch.

"Nothing remarkable," Sky says.

"Nothing out of the ordinary," Ty says.

"Nothing odd whatsoever."

"But what could it be?"

"Why would he need you."

"All puzzle pieces have a place."

"Do you know Goldsolace?" Sky asks with fake symphony.

He shakes his head.

"We know..."

"Know what?" Solace asks.

"Why you are here," Ty says warmly.

He looks behind him, then Brice swallows. He looks up with a grin. "So do I. Masters."

Electra walks underground, through all the machinery she has made, manned be her creations. She hates this. She hates being the creator. But... at the same time... she loves it. So much. It's addictive. Beautiful almost.

She grimly marbles at the sketchy humans manning the machines, watching the gears turn, chains run.

She nods a little silver orbs go down the track. Each delicate little thing, ready to be destroyed. Made for destruction. Made for power.

She doesn't know herself.

She looks up, into open sky, watching the orbs float up.

Ignore she might.

"You know, I once had the job of creator."

Jay stands there.

"No you didn't," she says playfully punching Jay's shoulder.

"No. But iI'd love it if I had the ability to be. It's so beautiful."

The outcome corrupts it all.

"Yeah... beautiful..."

You don't know the half.