The club.

Questions.

Mika felt hopeful at the old man's summoning's but when he heard of the task entrusted to him, he felt disappointment crushing him. 

He was mad not only at the fact that the old man said he was leaving for un undetermined period of time, but hearing of the girl that his mentor kept secret filled him with white, blinding rage that burned his body in a bout of madness. Not only this girly kept  Him from Michail, but she stole from His sacred power and he could feel the old man's fatigue from His slumped shoulders. This ordeal resulted in a newbie Bog and the prolonged absence of his old man. The heartache that installed itself in Mika's heart intensified when he arrived at the house where this hateful woman was. 

He tested the wards and the barrier's power kind of amazed him. They were better than the Celestial Istana's one and that was quite the high ladder to pass. He felt welcomed by the house protection when it recognized the signature of the old man's magic. 

The house opened in a big hall, kind of fancy with a big crystal chandelier, fitting for a princess. Because for all intentions and purposes she was a princess. Maybe not intentional, or maybe yes. The old man knew how to be spiteful when he wanted to. 

The stairs that were covered by a big red carpet - it was tacky, really- diverged into two, entwining themselves on a big pillar. His guess was that the pillar was a secret study room, knowing the lame tastes of the old man. 

From what he could see the stairs led to a right and respectively left wing, but he choose none and simply teleported himself where he felt life energy. Oh, and it was really powerful. Like a mini-sun, embodied in the delicate body of a 15 year old girl. She looked so young and innocent, sleeping in a bliss, ignorant of all that happens outside her room. 

She was dressed in a white dressed, seemingly made from kilometers of lace. Her hair was long, overflowing in silky, white strands from the bed on the floor. It seemed like a blasphemy and for a minute he forgot that he was supposed to be angry at the girl. 

If he hadn't felt her power, her blinding white hair and fair complexion sure indicated what a big powerhouse she was. He just got himself a handful of newbie Bog and he wasn't really sure how he would cope with it. 

From the pensive received from the old man, he knew that the girl was human a before and that was troublesome. How would her puny soul handle all that power, how would her tiny heart handle the stress from the lash, how would her fragile hands... He had to stop himself before the urge to lock the girl coiled totally inside Mika. 

He sent a pulse of inquiring energy towards her and felt how the vestiges of sleep gradually left her. She was beautiful. Her awakening enlivened her face with cute expressions and when she finally opened her eyes he could barely stop himself from gasping at the brilliant white. 

'Just how much power did the old man give her? Is she an Asal or a Biasa? She can't be anything less than an Asal Bog, though maybe a Kuat ?...' he shook his head as if getting rid of a silly idea. 

After roughly explaining her situation and receiving her name, - though what was that ridiculous remark about Jay? - Criss made it quite loud the fact she hadn't eaten for 10 000 years. 

"Let's go to kitchen and I will detail your situation while you eat." he decided in an imperious tone even though his ire at the situation, and more importantly towards the girl, completely disappeared. 

Cristina plumped her pink, moist lips in a pouty frown and obediently followed Mika to the kitchen. Though he wasn't paying attention as he was summoning his house elf to bring some food from his house. 

After the meal was set, in a ridiculously cute and girly kitchen, Mika continued his lesson for the newbie Bog. Criss listened attentively while eating the mouth watering chicken and studying the pink and delicate decorations of the cooking room. Lace seemed to be the theme, and little pink hearts.