Pure Magic [Editing]

Kiara And Tear

Chapter 4

Kiara And Tear

We stood there in shock. Well, what else would we do?

"Come in, come in!" insisted the witch, flipping her hair like a model, "My name's Kiara."

She snap turned and left the door open for us to awkwardly shuffle in.

"Tear, prepare something to eat for our guests," she ordered to someone in another room.

"Yes, mother," replied a soft, calm voice.

Kiara gently shoved us all into seats tucked under a large table and waltzed back to the other room. I assumed it was a kitchen of sorts.

I had always expected a witch to be at least slightly different from a regular mage but it doesn't really seem there is much of a difference at all. She has the same feautures as us. It's not like she has some weird body like an ogre. Then again, she might actually and just be hidding it with that transformation magic.

"I told you," Kiara smirked, walking in with a teapot, "I can hear those thoughts."

My face flushed red and I stared into the depths of my empty tea cup. Wait-where did they suddenly appear from?! The others looked just as puzzled- but, like me, they probably didn't want to question the witch.

Kiara sighed as she placed the teapot on the table.

"Usually, I like it when people think I'm a strange other life form but this is seriously getting on my nerves," she muttered.

The teapot carefully poured everyone an equal amount of tea in the heavy silence.

"So, George, how have you been?" Kiara asked, sipping her tea.

"Fine, thanks," George answered, a gentle smile tugging at his lips, "How about you, dear?"

"Okay, gets kind of boring here sometimes," she rolled her eyes and the two chuckled.

The rest of us had confusion etched on our faces. What was the relationship between the two and what exactly was going on?!

Las time I checked, we were supposed to be carrying out a top secret mission of passing information to agents somewhere in the north, right? So, why the hell were we sitting here peacefully sipping some tea that a random witch by a lake poured for us. What are we doing?

"So what do you think about your mini-guild?" Kiara questioned George, leaving her chair and wrapping her arms around him.

"Erm- mini-guild?" Cyrix repeated, "You know, what I'm really, really lost. Can someone explain what is going on right now?"

"They're quite good despite not using their magic until now," George continued ignoring an annoyed Cyrix, "I think they'll become great mages if they perservere with their magic."

That explains why he was looking at us so weirdly on ther way here. He was observing us to report to the witch!

"Okay," Cyrix shouted, beyond angry, "Someone please explain to me what is happening right now."

Kiara smiled, "Hmm. George is right. You are quite a mage to escape my weak silence spell. I'll release it now."

I felt a fresh wave of air over my body and I realised that this whole time something was restraining me from talking freely. I whispered something and breathed with relief at the sweet sound of my own voice.

"Now, I'll explain," Kiara said.

"George and I are childhood friends which does mean that I am in my fifties and -no- witches aren't very much different to humans apart from the fact they have more powerful magic than normal mages. I think that's the quickest ways to explain everything in a sentence. So, what brings you here then?"

"Can you teach us more magic skills, please?" Palo asked.

"Sure, but as you know I can only teach people with the same magic skills as me," she agreed.

"So, if George and the witch are childhood friends why didn't he know her magic types?" Cyrix whispered to me.

"Because I didn't know she had magic as a child and until now I've only messaged her to keep in touch," George answered.

Palo cleared his throat.

"So, what magic type are you and how long would it take for you to teach us powerful magic that would be very effective."

Kiara gritted her teeth, "Well, first off. I'm a Mind Magic user and therefore I'm only teaching only three of you and second of all, if I was to train the three of you, it would take three months of non-stop training to raise any magic to a destructive level."

"We don't have that amount of time," Jade sighed.

"There are some cheat ways to raise your magic levels though," Kiara spoke thoughfully, "There is a small elixir that can grant you an extra skill or raise the level of a current skill. It's quite random and boils down to sheer luck in the end.

"We'll gladly take it if you are currently in possession of it," Palo said, firmly.

"Who said you can just take it," Kiara grinned.

She saw our faces fall and burst into laughter.

"Hey, hey," she smiled, "I'm just messing with you. Of course you can have it. Just promise me one thing in return."

We perked up in unison.

"Make sure you win this war for me."

We nodded furiously but Kiara's face darkened.

"Also, be careful of the darkness. You may not understand now, but just remember that the darkness is not necessarily always evil. Anyway, here's the elixir."

Kiara clicked her fingers and seven small vials of cloudy potion appeared in her hands. She passed them around to each of us and held onto the last one.

"Who's the last one for?" Lyell asked.

Kiara smiled sadly and called the name we heard from when we entered.

"Tear, can you come here, please?"

A shy girl appeared in the doorway and scuffled over into view.

"Yes?" Tear whispered.

Kiara turned back to our group, tears forming in the corners of her eyes.

"This is Tear, my daughter. She's an elemental mage and can control daughter. She's spent her whole life - 18 years - cooped up here in this cottage with me and I think she deserves to see the world. You don't have to think of her as a nuisance. I've cast a special protection spell on her that permanently took up half of my power so she can't be harmed. please take good care of her. I'm sure she'll be of use to you."

The Witch of the Lake sniffed and suffocated Tear in a hug before clicking her fingers and passing the newly appeared suitcase into Tear's arms.

Tear smiled shyly.

"Thank you!" she cried.