Fire's Mage (Book One) Kyoko of Fire Country

Chapter Thirty-Seven

Adrianne was fuming, she had been fuming all day and she knew she was in her own dream. She could fume all that she wanted, Aatmik wasn't there and that only meant that she didn't have to keep up a pleasant personalty around him.

Shriya White, the woman who's family she had been paid to protect, who had smiled so sweetly to her and dear Sheikh the night before. Couldn't even look her in the eye and tell her that she wasn't allowed in the house. That she wasn't allowed near her children, the people she had been paid to protect.

Kyoko had brain washed them, the little brat had to go. At least she knew that if anything were to happen to them, it wouldn't be her fault, it would Kyoko's and poor dear Sheikh's. Poor brain washed Sheikh's. And Winston's.

And if Adrianne was the one who saved her children? Then Shriya would see that what happened to Ice's Mages had been a blessing from the Gods' themselves.

Dusting her knees, she looked at the blackness around her, empty without the wooden desk. She should be able to control her own dreams, but yet, she seemed to be able to change anything about the scenery around her.

Standing up, she placed her foot in front of her and slowly lifted her arms. Ballet lessons had kept her sane during the Academy, but Winston told her that he didn't care about her dances lessons and that they were meaningless. The thing was, Adrianne knew that Kyoko took dance lessons. Yet, Winston never growled at her for wasting her time with them.

"I see you're back, Adrianne Haruka," Aatmik told her as he appeared next to her eyes. Stopping her mid-dance, dancing calmed her down and made her focus on footwork. She had loved watching the Ballet as a child, whenever dancers would come to Doiteain and perform. "And such a shame, that you chose as an ugly path in life."

"Being a Warrior for my Village isn't ugly, it's an honour," she told him, putting her hands in front of her nightgown. She really wished he would stop seeing her in her nightwear. "Mama said so, it's an honour and would bring honour to one's family."

"My dear, you don't see the truth," Aatmik told her, another desk appearing and she watched as he sat behind it. "Being a Mage or Warrior is such an ugly business, it's a shame the world lost out on graceful dancer."

"It matters not, I choose my lot in life," Adrianne told him.

"Then have you thought about my deal? Little ballerina?" he asked her.

"What do I have to do?"

"Watch that Mage of yours. Try to find out what's on her wrist."

"It won't be easy. She doesn't trust me, not one bit, but she's weak and it should be easy enough to take her bracelet's from her arms."

"Be care, Household Members are largely more connected to one then element then most."

"Household Members?"

"In this case, this Kyoko of yours. She might be the Household Member of Fire," Aatmik told her, putting his hands in front of his mouth before placing the same piece of paper on the table and pointing to the nine-tailed fox. "The Servant of the Kitsune, to the fox Goddess, Aliza. Many view these children as those belonging to the creature who's sealed in the Rift."

"No one knows what created the Rift," Adrianne told him, no one knew. If there was anything written, no one could find it in Fire Country.

Sure Fire had the Black Shadow going from the boarder of Wind to the boarder of Water Country. But she had heard that it nothing of the Rift that crossed more then one country.

She had heard rumours, that the Rift had cut the land in half and removed colour from the hair of those who survived it. All it was was horror stories to make children behave.