When Magic Speaks - NaNoWriMo 2020✔️

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Wiss had never run so frantically as she was now. For being such an avid runner, she rarely ever fumbled. But today she ran so fast with so many people to dodge that she found herself almost tripping over her own feet. She sprinted through the market, her auburn locks burning bright behind her like a scorching flame. As she pulled open the heavy wooden door to the castle, she hurdled the stairs to the foyer where she'd met Sharth. In fact there they were, standing next to the fire, their palms empty. Wiss ran up to them, admittedly startling them.

"Miss Wiss!" the troll gasped. Wiss wasted no time.

"Where is he?" she panted.

Sharth's short stubby finger pointed to the staircase to the next floor and Wiss picked up her skirt as she ran. Finally when she reached the top of the stairs she saw him. He stood with one of the ghostly knights, the coat of amour whispering into his ear. Though his eyes found Wiss's the moment she emerged. Somehow, he knew. Wiss sprinted past the windows, her reflection shimmering against the glass. Both Kitt and the knight turned their heads as Wiss approached. As she did, she crashed into Kitt's arms and stared up at him with a gaze that Kitt had almost seen before (in fact just yesterday) but not quite the same. 

"Wiss--"

"You're magic! You're Piri's son!!"

Kitt, although twinkling with delight, glanced over at the knight and whispered, "would you excuse us, please?" The knight nodded and before he had even walked two steps away, Wiss was hopping up and down around Kitt. 

"You're Piri's son! You're...Piri's son!" Wiss seemed almost baffled by her own words. Her heart hadn't calmed ever since she walked down that back alley and it sure wouldn't calm any time soon. 

Kitt grinned as he beamed down at her. The relief he felt... "I saw her more as my creator than my-- Wait, how did you find this out?" Kitt placed his hand on her cheek in an attempt to calm her down but Wiss refused. Her eyes were too wild, her heart racing around in her throat, the adrenaline pumping through her veins. 

"I was in the market...her voice...I saw her creating you! I saw you! You're literally made up of magic!"

"Now you know," Kitt hummed. In fact, he almost sang. He seemed to be just as relieved as Wiss was. But why couldn't he have just said this all himself?

"It all makes sense now! She was trying to keep me from you, to hide me from you because..."

"Because what?"

It was clear Wiss's gears had been turning for a while now. They'd been turning since she discovered this news, since she discovered his alternate form, since the very first day they met. "Because she thinks you're evil. She knew I possessed that same evil. She had to know that I would discover my true strength when I met you. She knew I would end up here with you and...she was trying to stop it." Marma was probably the one who gave Wiss the dagger, she had to be. Who else could it have been? Marma had most likely used magic to view Wiss's future, feared what she saw, and made it her life mission to avoid it at all costs. Even if it meant feeding Wiss a lifetime of lies. 

Kitt's eyes never left Wiss. The tension beneath his skin seemed to soften, as though harbouring these secrets was a physically relief for him. Wiss felt as though she'd just trekked a mountain. She felt exhausted but relieved beyond belief. But there was something else she had to know. Wiss turned, looking back into Kitt's deep gaze.

"Amma wanted to start a family with Piri...why didn't they? If Piri knew she could create life with her magic..."

"She didn't know she could create life until after she'd parted ways with your grandmother. I guess she changed her mind about children after that. She didn't have any family left and...I guess she made me to carry on her legacy. Besides, if I had been your grandmother's son..."