Deception

Visions of a Golden Future

Stiles heart felt like it was in his throat, blocking his air supply. Was this seriously happening?

Carlie told him to go straight to the Lord of Mind. She had gotten his message and she would carry it out to the best of her abilities.

Stiles was soon standing outside the Lord of Mind's home and now his own home.

He quickly hurried inside. He heard Madam Rucia calling him.

"I need to talk to the Lord, it's urgent" Stiles told her quickly.

"Our Lord is busy at the moment" Madam Rucia said, her eyes narrowing at him.

"It's urgent. Please" Stiles said quickly.

Madam Rucia studied his face then said finally "His with his Mistress"

"Thank you Ma'am" Stiles said with relief then he quickly runs of to tell the Lord of Mind his news.

He slows as he gets to the Mistress's room. Slower than he would have liked. Stiles may have gotten a little lost...

But as he came closer to the Mistress's room he heard raised voices.

With a jolt Stiles realises that it is the Lord of Mind and his Mistress arguing.

I should turn back he thought.

I have no right hearing this...

But his legs carried him forward and he couldn't seem to turn them away.

The voices got louder and he could hear what they were saying and wait...!

He...

Heard his own name being mentioned.

What was going on?!

"There is no need for this!" The Mistress's voice

"Mieczyslaw, will bring shame to us, to every single one of us!"

"I fail to see how"

"You did not see what I saw! What I can see! Don't forgot why I am the Lord of Mind! Remember your place!"

The Mistress's voice came out much more interested as she murmured "I always remember my place"

There was a silence and then there was some rustling sounds.

"No, Roseleta"

"Why not? Had the brat got you in such a mood?"

There was a sigh.

She wheedled "Then tell me, what did you see?"

"He drank from it..."

"The Silver Soul?"

"Yes!" The Lord of Mind snapped

"I do not see the problem. I knew he would come into greatness"

"He used to be human, to taint the Silver Souls in such a way!"

"If you've forgotten, we all used to be human once"

"Our ancestors did. Not us! We are something far superior"

"Don't tell me my Lord, that your ego is being hurt because of him? I didn't think you could stoop so low"

"Hold your tongue! I have seen the way you were with him. I don't think it is me, who's standards it seems, have dropped"

"Standards? You should know by now I don't have any"

Stiles couldn't take it any more, he hurriedly knocked on the door.

"Open!" The Lord growled.

Stiles warily opened the door to see the Mistress and the Lord of Mind both standing up, glaring at each other both at first not paying him any attention.

It was Roseleta who looked to see who it was first.

She smiled broadly but it wasn't a friendly smile, more taunting. Thrown in the Lords direction.

"Mention the devil and he will come" She said with a grin.

Stiles fidgeted nervously.

The Lord of Minds face slowly turned an ugly red colour.

"What are you doing here?!" He snapped.

Stiles knelt before them, looking down as he said as respectively as he could "I bring news from the Mind Core...
my Lord"

"Did you overhear anything? Speak the truth" The Lord of Mind growled.

Stiles hesitated...

But...

"No, My Lord" Stiles said.

The Lord of Minds eyes narrowed slightly at Stiles's response but he didn't say anything else in regards to that.

Stiles was thankful that the Lords did not have any abilities that could detect lies, though who knows, maybe a Lord or the Grand Master had that ability.

"Well? Speak"

Stiles said still not looking them in the eyes "Carlie has gotten your letter and will be checking the Mind Core for any suspicious activity, my Lord"

The Lord of Minds body seemed to relax a little and he let out a breath.

"That is good, you may return to your duties Mieczyslaw, I-"

"Mieczyslaw duties actually are with me. I am need of a cleaner for my room once more. It is getting a little...dusty" Roseleta said, her smile would kill any man.

The Lord of Mind looked strained.

Stiles had a feeling he wanted to argue with his Mistress but it wouldn't be seen as right in front of his servants.

"Very well" He said coldly then without another word or a second glance, he walked away. The door shutting behind him.

Stiles and the Mistress were alone once more.

She leaned against her bed, watching him intently.

"I am a better judge of character than my Lord. I know when someone is lying Mieczyslaw"

Stiles felt a wave of panic flow through his body but instead he asked, no point in hiding it "So the Lord of Mind can have visions of the future?"

"Or the past. Every Lord has a ability that relates to their district. They can perform it with no effort while their people are known to be talented in it"

"Makes sense" Stiles murmured.

But his mind was far away. Was this true? Would he... one day be given the opportunity to drink from the Silver Soul?

"Well? I didn't call on you just to talk you know. I wasn't lying when I said this room needs some dusting"

Stiles wanted to say that she could easily do it herself but knew better, so as always it seemed..

He just did what he was told.

"Yes My Lady"

Until the time came, when he'd be her equal.

He couldn't wait for that day..