In the far land of Asxairo, off the distant ruins of the Rovien Sea lives a damnation to the kingdoms. She is something beyond the great bounds of the ancestors and the Gods. She is an unstoppable force and she has a mission to complete.
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Castrin Madarlon's starry ever-gazing eyes read past the words he had just written in his fine scripture, the pen falling out of his grip as he finally let himself fall back on the chair he sat upon on.
Five pages, two thousand five hundred and twenty-one words, four hours spent over the past five days, and seven leather-bound books all on the history of Mind Siphons and how they came to be.
Yet nothing, absolutely nothing in those seven hundred to a thousand paged books, told him about a being potentially being a full or half Mind Siphon yet display uncontrollable powers beyond their kind.
It has never been recorded in history. It has never happened in history.
And somehow, Alesandria was still a living, breathing example of that impossibility.
He had stayed up, day and night after his encounter with Alesandria and Onyx, searching, recording, reading about the possibilities. There had to be a reason to all of this. There just had to be.
But nothing but two wretched possibilities seemed to stand out as the most probable.
Castrin knew deep in his heart he had lied to Onyx when he had told her that Alesandria's parents have only ever been mortals. Truth be told, he never knew her parents. He didn't know of their well-being or what their status was when they were alive.
All he knew was that her mom had abandoned her and her dad died. And he went off with her words, choosing to believe her when she said her parents were in no shape or form ever magic beings.
Yet that statement was proving to be very wrong the more he kept digging deeper.
Then there was the probability of her birth underneath the Crescent Fall Moon which would explain her sudden possession of powers. Yet it didn't explain why she wasn't a full Mind Siphon or why her powers were this out of control and this powerful.
Beings born underneath the Crescent Fall Moon where deemed full magic beings once they were randomly gifted with powers only others could dream of possessing. The only problem was they never lived too long and usually died within their first five years of their life when their untamable powers would implode on the child itself.
Alesandria fell into none of those categories. Nothing whatsoever. She was still alive after sixteen years of living.
The possibilities were limited, the explanations shortened and time thinning out but Castrin knew, he just knew, it was in her bloodline. Her whole body. She was born with those powers, chosen to be a part of a powerful race of immortals and yet her own body was refusing to give in to that persuasion.
It was like she was being sucked into a spiraling whirlpool she couldn't pull herself out of and Castrin seemed to be her only hope but even he thought the dwindling thought of hope was an option not to be discussed anymore.
