The taxi finally stopped in front of my building and we all climbed out. I led the duo inside and we stood in an awkward silence on the lift. When it reached the top, we entered my penthouse and I noticed the faces of the strangers I brought into my home. Erin still looked disinterested and unimpressed. Baine, on the other hand, looked overwhelmed as he stared in awe.
"Pretty nice pad ya have here, friend." Baine grinned as he observed my home. I gave my thanks and offered them a place to sit. Then Randall came bursting out of my kitchen.
"There you are Mark! Do you ever think of maybe telling someone when you're going to pull a disappearing act? At least check your phone when you-.." Randall yelled before he realized we had "company". "Who are they?"
"Acquaintances in need of help. Randall, this is Wulfs Baine and Erin the Technic." I introduced Randall to Erin and Baine.
"Pleasure to meet you, sir. You may call me Baine." Baine stated with a bow.
"Nice to meet you, I'm Erin." Erin followed with a simple wave before getting down to business. "Lingo here is going to go away for a while and he really needs to pack so.."
"Oh no, Randall is going with me. I'm not going alone!" I replied.
"Randall doesn't even know what's going on, so could someone explain?" Randall interjected. Baine explained everything to Randall, who simply nodded as he held his chin in his hand. He then turned to me with a questioning look.
"Excuse us for a moment." I said as I drug Randall into the kitchen.
"They know real magic?" Randall whispered in disbelief.
"Yes, I know it sounds crazy but a fireball was thrown at my fucking face! It's true!" I replied, ushering Randall farther from the door.
"I don't understand, what do they want?" He asked as I took a seat at the counter.
"I don't know, they think I'm one of them and their 'Arch Wielder' wanted to talk to me." My voice expressed how tired I was after the odd events, but Randall had more questions.
"And they just believed you? They didn't find it odd that you had absolutely no idea what the hell they were talking about? This sounds very sketchy, Mark." He stated the last sentence as he crossed his arms and peered at me through his thick-rimmed glasses.
"I guess not, I showed them a magic trick and it was apparently good enough for them." I replied, running a hand over my hair.
"I'm talking to them, this is outrageous." Randall sassed before walking out of the kitchen.
"Wait, no! H-hey, Ran- Oh for the sake of Falah." Face-palming, I followed my assistant.
"So you just come here claiming to know magic and then believe that Mark knows 'true magic' or whatever? I mean, he doesn't even know anything about you or your supposed 'True Wielders'!" Randall paced as the words flooded out of his mouth. I noticed Baine preventing Erin from throwing another fireball. Thank goodness.
"Well, it is a bit odd that he doesn't know about us, but I'm sure there's a good reason. Besides, our Arch Wielder wants to meet him anyways. It doesn't really matter if he is one of us or not, we still need him." Baine explained. Randall was processing his thoughts when Erin stepped in.
"The bean-pole brings up a good point," she turned on me. "Why do you not know about us, if you're one of us?"
She had a smug look on her face as she seemed to believe she had caught me in some act. However, I'm a quick thinker, a con-artist at heart. It's my job, after all. Even better, I didn't really need a lie to lie to her. I had a truthful story that I could alter well enough to fit the situation.
"I never knew my parents." I said. "I grew up under the care of my wonderful aunt. I suppose one of my parents was a True Wielder, but my aunt never mentioned anything of magic. Maybe she didn't even know about it, maybe she didn't care to expose me to it, I'm not certain. But I am sure that I know magic, there's no changing that."
It was mostly the honest truth. I really never did know my parents, I grew up with my mother's sister. She never really told me much about the past, the days before my birth. I don't know what happened to my parents, but I do know they were not magical. Magic is something you would be able to feel in your body, right? I don't feel it. Just the instinct of illusion. I looked at the people in front of me, they once again seemed fooled. Erin glared her squinted eyes at me as Baine held a warmth in his eyes.
"This is subject we can talk of later. As of now, we must go. Time is wasting." Baine stated as he motioned for us to move.
I packed up a bag of necessities before we went to Randall's place to gather his things. He continued mentioning how he felt about the situation. It was sketchy and odd to him, he didn't really trust it, but he insisted on coming with me. I suppose he does see me as a friend after all.
Randall placed his bag in the back of the taxi that we rode in. We returned to our seats in the back of the cab as it continued on towards its destination.
"Where are we going, exactly?" Randall asked.
"Well, we're going on a journey to the capital." Baine replied. "You'll see. But first, we have another stop to make."
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(A/N)
Hey guys, it's been a while! Sorry about that :/
Anyways, here's a new update, hope ya like it! Mark and Randall seem to be getting themselves into a deeper mess...
How about some fun facts about this chapter!:
1. Randall wasn't actually supposed to be a consistent character. He wasn't even supposed to have a name, but I didn't like addressing him as "my assistant" all the time, so I named him and grew attached to his character. Thus, Randall is now being pulled along for the journey!
2. Mark says the statement, "Oh for the sake of Falah." Falah is the deity that I've like literally just created. I didn't want to use "God", because this is a book away from the world we live in. It's a country on its own world with its own language and religions. When I thought of the word Falah, I was actually listening to a Christmas commercial (''tis the season after all) and based it off of "Falalalala" or whatever the song is. The interesting part? I was curious if "Falah" was an actual word or not. Turns out, it is! It's Arabic and means "success (especially from self-improvement), happiness and well-being." (Apologies to those of you who knew this already) But it seemed like a fitting definition for a deity, so that's what she is!
Anyways, hope you guys found that interesting and enjoyed the chapter! Tell me whatcha think in the comments!
Lots of Love, Kal~
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Fantasía{{MOVED TO @ovrtheway !!!!! PLEASE CHECK IT OUT THERE!!}} In the cities of Estheria, magicians were gaining popularity and magic shows were on the rise. People watched in awe as rabbits were pulled from hats, people were sawn in half, and objects di...
