Deception

The Murder Mystry

Whispers of horror surrounded them. Stiles quickly felt like he was being squashing in and suffocated, there where so many people.

All servants working for the Lord inside his home.

Everyone's expression was pale and fearful.

The air was thick with fear.

Stiles view was blocked at first, there where just two many people but he slowly made his way through the terrified, horrified crowd to the front of the room.

Where the Lord of Mind would be and hopefully the answer to what was going on.

Kirah helped him get through the crowd. To whatever they would find in the front.

His magic was also reacting to the terror, it was sparking around his skin, almost looking like electricity, golden electricity.

Stiles noticed he could see a lot of servants magic reacting the same as his.

Different coloured energy sparking around different people, fearfully.

What ever happened here, his magic was revolting against it.

Telling him to leave.

But Stiles had to know.

He has to.

Kirah was taller and bigger than him, able to push through the crowd more easily and make some space for Stiles.

He was the one who saw what had happened first...

His hand grabbed Stiles's wrist.

He stood in front of Stiles, blocking his view.

"No, you don't want to see" He murmured.

Stiles tensed in shock.

Kirah's expression.

He tried to move past him but Kirah blocked him again.

"Don't, please" Kirah said, his voice twisted in pain.

Stiles didn't understand.

Then there was this smell Stiles didn't know but wait...it was familiar, very familiar.

A iron like stench that slowly became stronger, making Stiles want to hurl.

"Mieczyslaw"

He sounded like he was begging now, begging Stiles not to see.

But he just couldn't...

Stiles shoved and moved around Kirah quickly. Breathing hard because of what his imagination had started to conjure up.

But what he saw...

Was worse.

No ones imagination could bring this up, no... this was real.

There was a girl...

Lying up right, facing the ceiling but...

Her stomach was bloody and Stiles tried to stop himself from being sick and he saw that her cloak and clothes were ripped, showing a clean cut wound in her stomach, like someone had cut her open.

And there were...organs showing, looking like they had been able ripped out.

Her mouth was hanging open in a silent scream but no scream nor doing would ever come out of her again. That Stiles was sure of.

But the worst thing? The worst thing was that Stiles knew her. In fact...

She was the exact same girl he'd been with in the morning, who had been terrified for a reason Stiles hadn't understood but maybe, maybe now he understood. Had she known then? Had she known after she'd been called to see the Lord that someone would try and kill her?

There were scratches along her arms and given the way her clothes were ripped it seemed she had fought back. Those who didn't fight tended to go more cleanly than this.

Stiles stared at her for a full minute, until it was all to much. He turned around and his stomach heaved, he through up. But there was nothing to through up, he didn't need to eat food any more.

Only spit and the feeling that he'd be like this for a while.

"Mieczyslaw..." Kirah said, his voice filled with horror at what he'd seen but also sympathy for Stiles.

His energy was screaming at him to go, this wasn't right. A sorcerer shouldn't be killed like this, it just...wasn't right.

The Lord of Mind and his Mistress, were standing next to the body. Grim looks on their faces. They seemed to be waiting for the crowd to settle down.

There was also a strange blue light around the body.

The Mistress had told him what that was a while ago when they discussed the Silver Soul. Only the Mirrors could stop sorcerous from ending up in the Silver Soul permanently. However some Elites and all the Lords can delay the process by casting a and using a specific ruin to delay the body from turning into the Silver energy of their magic and life force.

This often happened with murder cases. They couldn't delay the process for long but for enough time to get all the information of the murder from the body.

This is it.

Murder.

The poor girl, the poor child, had been murdered.

Slowly the panic died down but the horror at what had happened was thick in the air.

The Lord of Mind addressed his servants "Listen up!"

Everyone turned to look at him.

"From now on no one can leave these grounds unless I give you permission! We are in lock down, no one leaves until the culprit is found! Even if you belong to a different owner or a different district, everyone that is in my home and my grounds since this morning will not be able to leave. Do I make myself clear!"

There was a choruses of Yes My Lord throughout the room.

He then looked to Madam Rucia. Stiles had only just seen her, she was the closest servant to the Lord of Mind.

"I want the Court room ready" He told her, his voice lower as if not to stir the crowd.

Madam Rucia's eyes widened slightly then she quickly said "Yes, my Lord"

Then she slowly made her way through the crowd.

Kirah had tensed slightly.

"The Court room?" He muttered.

"The-the Court room? What's-what's that?" Stiles managed to ask, still looking like he'd hurl again.

Kirah's met his eyes and said simply but with intensity "Where they all meet. All the Lords are coming here"