A Tale of One Deviant (Book One)

Chapter 111: Return of Someone Unexpected

Sometime after the three children took off, about two months later, they came back for spring break. Literally jumping out of the carriage, Chord, Hera, and Adri booked it for the front doors and banged them open, screaming out for someone, anyone familiar to them that wouldn't try to make them study.

I literally understand what you feel. I did, if you had the same schooling I did in my past life.

They came in and found me, walking down the steps with a large box in my hands that I could carry easily without magic now that I was six years old. I guessed that Adri was a little too happy to see me, because he ran up and tackled me, knocking the box to the ground and hugging me like there was no tomorrow.

"Adri!" I screamed out angrily. There was a loud sound of crashing and breaking as the box spilled open, glass bits and fragile bronze pieces hitting the floor and breaking apart.

"Ah, Sissy! I'm sorry..." We both stared at the pieces on the ground, the art I had made to pass the time of blown glass and twisted bronze broken apart on the floor. "What's that?"

"It is-no, was-a project I was working on." I sighed.

"Really? Sissy was making art?"

"Yes, emphasis on was," I steamed.

Seeing my facial expression, Adri jumped and said, "I'll clean it up!"

"Wait! No! Don't touch it!" I grabbed him to late, he cut his hand on one of the sharp bronze pieces that I had taken a knife to carve. The craftsmen here had some surprising techniques here and I had actually liked learning them.

"Ow!" Adri was holding his hand, which had blood on it now.

I sighed again, "That's why I told you to wait." I held his hands as someone came down the front stairs, Hera and Chord coming through the front doors and finding a mess inside. "Don't cry," I told myself. It's not like I spent weeks upon weeks upon weeks learning and constructing all the instruments to blow glass, attending the blacksmiths in the nearby vicinity, buying the metal with my sketchy personal savings, and using absolutely no magic to complete this task.

"Cry?" Adri looked at me as I blinked my eyes rapidly, holding back the tears.

"What're you talking about? I never said cry."

"But Sissy, your eyes are watering?" Hera was looking at me as I blinked at the ceiling far above me, wanting to fly into a rage.

"Don't mind her," Thérèse came and placed a hand on Adri's shoulder. "Master's forbidden her from using magic for the year, so whatever she wants to do she has to do it like a mana deficient person."

The children that had come home were staring at me like it was the end of the world.

With pity.

"I already have the disease, why not boost it along with that?" I scoffed, rolling my eyes as I heard footsteps coming down the stairs. "I'll go get the dust pan."

I marched off angrily while Mother and Father passed by me, seeing a dark aura surrounding me as my mood turned terrible.

"Only I'm not allowed to use magic...tch, why me? Why not Thérèse or even Magaris? Magaris doesn't even use magic..."

"Ah, there she goes again," Mother watched me pass by without even seeing her, hands in my pockets and head ducked. "How long are you going to make her suffer?"

Father sighed and took his wife by the hand. "She's not suffering, she's just learning how to do things like a normal person. This'll be good for her, you'll see. She'll thank me later."