||Short Story | One Shots||
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Like how cameras capture moments, so do words. With words, memories and moments are held as captives of time, in a single frame--much like a picture. Here lies a collection of one-shots, con...
He could still see his parents writhing on the pole, their hands bound behind their back.
He could still see the fire slowly rising around them, the heat rolling through the still summer air.
Then, the screams had started as the flames charred their skin, while the Maegicks had watched.
And he, a young boy of ten had watched as well without once averting his eyes or shouting out.
After the screams had subsided, the red woman, the Head Maeg, had held her hands up in the air and had started chanting in some strange, ancient, dark language. She had then reverted to the Common Tongue and had said, "Please accept this blood sacrifice, my God Maegick and give strength to my child so one day she can take back our land, Laia for all of us."
At that point, he must have made some noise in the bushes he had behind because the red woman had turned towards him. Their eyes had met for only one moment, but in that time, he took every last detail of her face in.
Then he had run, with the vow to kill her in his heart.
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Trystan whirled the silver knife in his hand and then flung it at the dummy, hitting the heart dead on.
He heard the sound of slow claps behind him and whirled on his feet to see Nico. His friend's chocolate eyes were crinkled up in amusement and his lips twitched. It contrasted sharply with the two malicious swords strapped to his back.
"Well done, The Silent Knife."
"Thank you. Practice makes perfect and I need to be perfect."
Nico jostled him. "That's because you do it for personal reasons and we do it for gold."
"Yes, yet the drive from my vendetta still hasn't allowed me to capture the red woman."
"You will soon. Laia is a large realm and you have been only assigned to a few areas to track down Maegick cults. Where is your next mission?"
"Down South. Lord Blaze's lands."
Nico snarled. "It has been recently rumored he is a Maegick sympathizer-that he allows Maegicks to stay on his land and allows them to cloak themselves and they give him whatever he wants in return. It is rumored he has an amulet that masks all magic-magic even our necklaces cannot identify." Nico placed a hand on the small pulsing amulet around his neck that glowed brighter when it sensed magic.
Trystan gave him a flat glance as he walked to the dummy to remove his knives. "I know. Why else would I have requested it? Tyrone approved it-he is supervising me and a few other Brothers in the lands. He said he would keep an eye on Blaze and his associates, gleaning as much information as he could, and we eliminate any other Maegicks in the meanwhile."
Nico laughed as he nodded. "Ah. I wish you well." He moved towards Trystan and the two embraced.
