An Elf Called Fatry

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"Still with that weak spacial magic, Finral," Ledior said as he observed his two sons' training. "When are you going to learn that you can't do anything with that magic that will help in the Magic Knights."

"I'm sorry, Father. I'm trying, really."

"Just keep training. You're turning fifteen tomorrow which means you'll be getting your grimoire in March. I'm sure you'll get some attack spells then. You are a Vaude after all."

"Yeah," Finral muttered just loud enough for Ledior to hear.

"Alright. That's enough training for today. Both of you get to bed. We've got a busy day tomorrow."

"Yes, Father," Finral and Langris replied.

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It was almost midnight when Finral awoke but it wasn't him who was controlling his body. Fatry brought Finral's hands up to his face.

"How am I alive?" He asked himself before getting out of bed. He walked to a mirror hanging on the wall. "I died almost a year before all the other elves. So how is it possible that I got reincarnated too?" He asked taking a good look at himself. "This tattoo...," he said touching the red mark over his left eye, "It must be a result of the reincarnation spell that devil cast.... Oh no! Patry! He thinks Licht did this! If he gets all the magic stones, that devil will have won. But what can I do to stop him?"

There was a knock at the door.

"Crap," Fatry muttered to himself.

"Is everything okay, Young Lord Finral?" Came a lady's voice.

Finral? That must be this boy's name...

"Y-yes. I'm just having a little trouble getting back to sleep," he said with a cringe, I hate lying to people.

"Would you like me to get you an herbal tea?"

"No thank you."

"Are you sure? You got a big day tomorrow, turning fifteen and all. It will help you sleep."

"It's okay. I appreciate the offer. Shouldn't you be getting sleep too?"

"Don't be silly. You know us maids always get up this early."

"Oh, right. It must have slipped my mind from being tired," he chuckled nervously, hoping she didn't sence something was wrong and come in to find this Finral with a tattoo on his face and slightly pointed ears.

"Yes. Which is why you should get some sleep. You don't want to be forgetful at your party tomorrow."

"Right."

Fatry listened as the sound of her footsteps faded down the hall.

He crawled back in bed and covered up. I'll just have to figure this all out later. I don't have my grimoire anymore... and even if I did... There's no way I could ever stop my cousin from making such a big mistake on my own. He's way stronger then I am. Not to mention I don't even know if he'll listen to me, let alone who he's possessing. And with those final thoughts, Fatry drifted off to sleep.