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Another girl, another story. This one had hair held back by a headband that kept it from coming near her eyes. It was slightly brushed, but not entirely. The hair was navy blue, a color that could fit into most crowds--the crowds of crazy teenagers with dyed hair, as well as her hair passing for a shade of black, which could fit into normal crowds.

    But she didn’t intend to be going near any crowds. Not after her crime. She recently completed her stop at the most discreet shop she could find, traded for only what she needed to survive away from the crowds of the tightly packed castle-esque and medieval type buildings of Âmethu towns. In fact; there was almost no modern architecture in Âmethu, except a few modern houses on the borders of Âmethu, to show the rest of the world that they were ‘modern’ (a complete lie).

     She planned to just use her magic for a quick exit as she headed to the outskirts of town. In fact, she was just about to as she found herself on the edge of the town.

     A large hand settled on her shoulder and she whirled, her misty cyan eyes instantly sizing the situation up. Her mind was already making several plans of escape away from this--

     A hunter. It’s a hunter. Not just a hunter. He wore a long, black as a starless night Horizon overcoat that draped past his feet, and she couldn’t focus on his face--definitely not a normal hunter--and he definitely had powerful stolen magic. Okay. Get ready. Look at his body language to tell when he’ll try it.

      “Why, hello.” He purred.  He knew what she knew. He knew that she was a criminal. They were both at a standoff, staring at each other.

      “Greetings.” She said, masking her lowland accent with a perfect basic one.

“Might you be interested in a--”

       “No. I’d rather not fall victim to your mind tricks.”

The man laughed. She didn’t change her outward appearance, masked the fact that she was intimidated, she was terrified but she hid it....

        “Experienced, then, my dear criminal?”

“You know who I am just as well as I do.” She said. Most hunters did. She wasn’t infamous, but they knew her face just as they knew other criminal’s--on a tiny picture sent out to them. Hunters didn’t come after her that often--their license to experiment on criminal’s magic also allowed them to prey on random commoners and take those commoner’s magic--after all, why go after the hard prizes when you could prey on idiots with strong magic? It was a loophole in the law that the Queen ignored. And the King? As usual, he never showed his face in anything but general laws.

     “Then shall we skip the formalities?” He asked, giving her a slight mock bow.

“Of course.” She said, not bothering with any intimidation tactics. She knew she couldn’t put a dent in him. Why does he seem more different...more powerful...more evil...

     He sighed and stretched out his arm towards her.

For a half second she was caught off guard by the sudden motion; the sigh had distracted her, she had caught onto it as a motion. It had effectively stripped down the first part of her defenses. He is more powerful--just by being smarter. But there is a power there...you can’t even look at his face…

     Then his magic, the hazy magic of sleep, shot through the air towards the girl and she leapt into the air, picturing something smaller, something lighter, something with light bones. Feathers. Wingtips that could brush the air and lift her into the sky.

      She was a robin. A plain, ordinary robin.

Not the fastest bird, but she shot through the air as best as she could, practicing with this new bone structure, dodging his magic, the magic that was just a blur in the air.

      Everything was a blur as she flew, back towards the town, back to the place she hated. He was smart; so was she. She would head towards the heart of the city, then take a complicated path back to the wilderness. To the plains. She could escape. She would escape.

Chapter two: Where it points

      “Kol!” A boy yelled, tossing a ball over at a boy with sandy blonde hair and a mischievous grin on his face. “On it!” Kol yelled back. Instead of the correct response, Kol instead grabbed a stick and slammed it into the ball, sending the ball flying into a tree.

     “Oh c’mon man, not again. You know you haveta use your hands.” A boy complained loudly. Kol shrugged. “Who’s getting it this time?”

      There was a long pause before Rien, always the daredevil, grinned and ran a hand through his hair. “I’ll do it!” The boys gave him encouraging grins as Rien scrambled up the tree.

      A shadow fell across the improvised playing field. Someone watched quietly, a card in his hand. “Hmm...a crowd…” The man murmured under his breath. “Too risky...too undesirable.”

      Rien stared from his position in the tree, staring at the man, watching his black overcoat swish as the man turned and gave Rien a knowing smile, a secretive smile...why couldn’t Rien see the rest of his face…?

     “Pass it down!” One yelled. Rien frowned, watching the man leave. “Guys, I just saw a…”

     “Just pass it already.” Another muttered.

“Rien?” Kol asked slowly. “I saw a man watching us.” Rien said slowly. “So what? Probably just a guy watching the game.” One of the boys shouted up.

      Rien shook his head slowly. He was wearing a Horizon cloak, was what his mind said. But he couldn’t voice it, couldn’t force it to come alive and out of his mouth. “He looked--well--” Rien began to stammer.

      “Calm it. Wassup?” Kol asked. “...He had a card. And he--had a spell on him--I--” Rien stammered, then forced himself to act cool. Then he saw the paper on the ground…

      Rien leapt from the tree, forgetting the ball, despite the protests of the other boys, picking up the fluttering paper. It read, in bold print: Enjoy it while it lasts.

      “...He left a note.” Kol said calmly. “See?” Rien couldn’t help but protest, a little childishly.

      The boys laughed. “It’s a prank note. No big deal.”

Rien shuddered. “Right...I think I’m gonna turn in early today. I have to do some stuff for my--” He hesitated, then used the lie that crushed him most inside. “My mom.”

      The boys called light farewells out to Rien as he headed off. Kol quietly followed him, a stick held expertly in his hands as if it were a sword.

      “What’s going on…?” Kol asked, his voice low. “How can I help?”

Rien sighed, hating Kol for his ignorance. “I’m going after that creepy guy.” Rien said simply. “That’s a stup--” Kol began to say. “Of course it’s a stupid idea!” Rien said, flashing Kol a grin. “That’s what makes it so great.”

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Sor rubbed her eyes, trying to fight the darkness of sleep. A man had come to her door...Why had he been there? He had a card…

    Then her memories flooded back to her and she gasped, her eyes widening. The man--the Hunter--he had a Confiscation License--he had a Horizon--he came to her house--the sleeping magic--

    Her eyelids shot up and she immediately glanced around. Thin iron bars obstructed her vision, and the light inside was faint and multicolored. She could see iron tables lining the walls. Test tubes sat atop them, filled with liquids of bright, unnatural colors.

    Someone was moving about the room, but it wasn’t the Hunter who had brought her here. It was a smaller, short boy with fluffy cinnamon brown hair, tan skin, black pants, and a cheap yet uniform navy-blue shirt. He was carrying a tray loaded with syringes and empty vials, and fidgeting nervously.

     When he noticed her pure-black eyes were focused on him, he gasped nervously. “Oh--uhm--listen, I, I’m so sorry about th-this..It w-wasn’t my id-idea. I just f-f-follow Master, and--w-w-well, I didn’t do th-th-this, well, it’s not m-my fault, th-that is--” The boy began, twitching nervously as he set the tray down on an iron table in front of her cell.

      “Wait a sec.” Sor said, her black eyes blazing. “So, you’re saying you don’t want me to be in here.”

       The boy nodded quickly, fidgeting with the ends of his left sleeve.

“So then why am I still in here!?” Sor protested fiercely.

        The boy laughed nervously. “W-w-well I can’t j-j-just l-let you out...M-master wouldn’t like th-that.” He murmured, blinking.

         “Master--” Sor pieced things together in her mind. “The Hunter who wears a Horizon?” Sor asked, her eyes still blazing. The boy nodded, keeping his eyes focused on the floor as he prepared things on the table.

         “Who cares if your Master wouldn’t like it? You could find another job.” Sor said pointedly, smiling encouragingly at the boy.

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Rien darted down the street, his eyes on the figure that then turned a corner and disappeared. There was a creaking noise, and Rien turned the corner, to discover that….the man was gone.

        Kol, at Rien’s side, stared up at the massive home they had wound up in front of. “It’s like a castle in miniature…” Kol mumbled under his breath. “That hunte--I mean, man--couldn’t have just disappeared.” Rien declared. Kol raised his hand mockingly. “Rien, teleportation is a thing?”

       Rien glared. “He would’ve done it by now...there has to be something. Nobody just leaves a creepy note and then--well--”

       Kol brought his fingers together, then splayed them out everywhere. “Poofs?”

Rien paced around the house, turning around it towards the back, around the shrubbery. “Oh come on! He left a creepy note--and--”

        “Lots of people can leave creepy notes.” Kol observed, swishing a stick through the air, his eyes half-closed. Rien’s eyes fell on a beam of light green light at the base of the house. “Huh?”

        “Here we go again.” Kol muttered.

Rien knelt down to a basement window, crouching with his face pressed close to the grass, staring through the window. Was that….a cage...and…? “Kol...look.”

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         “Well...th-this is m-m-my h-h-home, miss, and m-master’s...nice to me.” The boy stuttered. Sor sighed. “If he--look. You don’t want me in here. Just get me out! Easy!”

        “M-master w-w-would-dn’t like it.” The boy murmured.

“How do you know he wouldn’t like it until you try?” Sor tried persuasively.

        “W-well...s-s-someone escaped...a l-long t-time ag-g-go. M-master g-got m-mad at me th-then, even th-th-though I d-did noth-th-thing…” The boy stuttered.

        Sor rolled her eyes. “You don’t have to stay with your master!” She tried, groping for leads she didn’t have. There she was, in a tiny cell, asking a servant boy for help. This was one of her weirder mornings.

        The boy hesitated, then started toying with something around his left wrist--a black cord and a turquoise pendant, a necklace wrapped several times around his left wrist. He stared at a short jewelry chain around his neck...At the end Sor could clearly see an iron key.

        “H-h-he….” The boy shook his head, trembling.

Sor gestured for the boy to come closer, and he did, shuffling towards the bars. She moved her head towards his, as close as the bars allowed, then reached her hand through the bars and ripped the key away from him.

        “Sorry.” Sor said, reaching towards the cell door and maneuvering the key inside, then finally twisting and turning it.

        The door swung open. Sor stared, unbelieving. “That’s it? No curses? No guard dogs?” Sor asked. “Who decided that?”

         The boy wrung his hands together. “M-master’s g-gonna k-k-kill m-m-me….”

“I’m sure he won’t.” Sor said encouragingly. “You don’t have to stay here, you know. You could run away.” She said pointedly as she moved across the laboratory, levitating items at random.

          The boy gulped. “I don’t even know h-h-how t-to r-ru-run th-th-that well….”

Sor smiled encouragingly at the boy as he trembled, then sighed. “Oh get over it. Of course you can get outta here, unless there’s some sort of magical curse--wait, is there some sorta magical curse? I mean, if there was, well…”

     The boy blinked up at her. “You talk a lot.”

Sor laughed, unable to help herself. “Seriously,” She said, moving a hand over her mouth to keep herself from giggling too hard. “Is there a curse, or an enchantment?”

      The boy shook his head. “N-not th-that I know of, miss…” He said, the nervous stutter disappearing, but not the fidgeting.

       Sor sighed. “So that means--”

Creak.

       Sor’s eyes darted to a thin window at the very top of the stone brick walls. So she was in some sort of basement? Hands were wound around a crank, twisting it and opening the small window slot.

       “Uhm--” Sor began. The boy shrugged helplessly. “I don’t know either.”

Then, in a blur, a boy tumbled through the window and into the room.

       The boy had an average skin tone and dark brown hair that was slightly combed but held that “messy and cute” look at the edges. He was wearing a red t-shirt and jeans that were ripped (obviously on purpose). His dark gray eyes were filled with concern. “What’s going on?” He asked. “Why were you in a jail cell, miss!?”

        “First of all, my name’s Sor, second of all, a--a hunter came to my door…” Sor murmured. Hunters don’t just take random innocents...do they know about….

        The boy grinned. “I’m Rien.” He said, saying the name Ree-ehn. “A hunter? What’s this about?”

         “It was a Hunter wearing a Horizon trenchcoat--” Sor started to say. Recognition flashed through Rien’s eyes.

          A second boy tumbled in through the window. His hair was dark blonde and his fringe was cut extremely short. He was tall, and wore simple, modest clothing with a large, strangely looped belt thrown over it. “Rien, did you seriously just break into someone’s basement--” The second boy began.

          “This is Kol.” Rien said quickly, then laughed. “Of course I did!” Sor studied Rien. He changed when Kol came near him. As if he’s trying to show off.

         The short servant boy fidgeted. “You h-have to get out of here--Master w-will--” The servant boy began to say.

         “Let’s get you out of here.” Kol said to Sor, his face all concern. Why did Sor’s face just heat up? No, ughhh no, please let it not be because-- Sor’s thoughts were interrupted by heavy footsteps.

         The servant boy’s eyes widened. Sor sighed and glanced around the basement. “Which one of these can knock someone out?” She demanded, glancing around the vials. “N-none of th-them, th-the master h-has his own magic for th-that, these are just different types of magic that don’t get used on regular utility missions….” The boy stuttered.

           Kol sighed and brushed Sor’s messy hair out of her face with a few light touches of his fingertips. Her face heated up more.

           She studied him for a few moments, wondering about him, trying to read him. He seems as if he always speaks his mind, without filtering what he says. Interesting.

         The footsteps got closer. “The window!” Sor said, reaching up towards it. “We couldn’t boost each other and reach it in time.” The servant boy predicted. Sor glanced every which way.

         “We could make a dash for it.” Rien said, grinning. Kol frowned. “Wait--no--” “Too late.” Rien said, flinging the door open.

         The man was standing there boredly, a blur of magic pulsing in the air above his fingertips. “How nice it is to have four samples.” He purred, looking over them.

          “Yeah that’s nice, I don’t really have time for that.” Rien said, grinning.

Then one of the boy’s hands was in Sor’s, and then they were running, running up stairs, and magic blasted past Sor as she ran. The only wise thoughts Sor had were I went from eating a popsicle at one AM to getting kidnapped and running for my life.

           Then the man was laughing as the fancy plastered walls streaked past them, as Sor stumbled. Then hallways opened up in front of the four of them, corridors and yelling voices surrounded Sor. Her vision began to grow dark--no, not now, I don’t want you now. I don’t want you! I don’t want to see this--please--stay away from me--

         And a door was flung open in front of her. She gasped, running into the sunlight.

Kol, Rien, and the boy whom she hadn’t even heard the name of were out there. Rien slammed the door shut and gasped.

       “Why did that seem so easy?” Sor murmured. Everyone stared at her.

Then the door exploded.

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he group scattered the instant it happened and hazy magic burst through the air.

The air was blurred with magic. It became hard to see, hard to move...they were on a street corner outside of the rich house….

       Sor gasped fresh air, forced her muscles to move, forced herself to run from the haze of magic, forced herself to keep on moving without looking back. She couldn’t afford to do anything but run.

       A black mist started rising from her skin. Her eyes widened. Forget running home. She had to leave, had to run until it was over--she had been in her room the last few times it had happened, nobody had gotten hurt--

       We all have our secrets.

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         Chapter Three: Magiresse Tower

A girl with no name stared out of the window of a tower.

     Allow me to explain.

Magiresse Tower wasn’t a simple tower. First of all, it was as wide as around four football fields (American football fields, to clarify). Second of all, it was home to thousands of people. It was where they shopped, worked, taught, and respected one another by magic level.

     The girl had no parents; at least, none that she knew of. And nobody used names much in Magiresse Tower (or, if you wish, the Mage tower); only titles. If one was an apprentice, they were called by the level of their apprenticeship. If one had finished their apprenticeship and become qualified as a full-level mage of the tower, they were called by their magic and level as a mage.

       The girl herself was a prodigy, through no quality of her own. She had merely been born with one of the rarest types of magic. She could control multiple elements; though only one type per day, it was astonishing. In Âmethu, outside of the mage tower, few existed with control over one of the elements. In the mage tower, a good handful could. But all of them? Unheard of.

        The girl, known under the title “Uplifted One” in the Magiresse tower, was simply sweet and naïve. She was a girl of many questions, although she kept most to herself when told to. She was a surprisingly good listener, but her own thoughts could make her drift and lose focus. She was sweet, short, and adorable, and charmed most adults without realizing it.

        She had cinnamon-brown hair and tan skin (not from spending time outdoors, but from her heritage). She had brown-gold/amber eyes that sparkled often with happiness. Her hair, streaked with several different shades of brown, was held in two adorable buns opposite each other. She wore fancy green ball gowns, and the turquoise pendant that all inside the Magiresse Tower wore (except for the elderly and retired, who transfigured their pendants into flat bracelets made entirely of turquoise), but wore a leather jacket over it. Those who went outside of the Tower to gather food often wore such jackets, and she had gotten one as a gift from a hunter.

        So yes. It was a girl with no name.

The girl stared out the window at the giant, fang-shaped mountain that served to conceal her tower. It was streaked orange with the pale colors of sunset, even though the sun set in the other direction, towards the ocean. Around that mountain was thousands of other mountains, the “Battlefield Mountains”.

         The door to her room creaked. Just the smallest noise and the smallest creak. She whirled, a sweet smile on her face. “Leader!” A man in a long blue-purple cloak, with the fabric trimmed in gold and the hood obscuring his face slightly, had swept into the room.

         “Why hello, Uplifted one.” The man said, smiling. “I believe it’s time for our practice today….a dear friend of mine has requested to watch this.” The girl with no name stared at ‘Leader’. “Is it a tenth floor Mage? Or another type?” She asked, her eyes aglow with curiosity.

        “Not a mage.” Was all that ‘Leader’ said.

The girl smiled brightly as a man in a black overcoat swept into the room. “Hello, uhm--” She shrugged at him, wondering his title.

         The man shrugged. “The hunter. Or the master.”

“Greetings, m-mister hunter--no, m-mister master!” The unnamed girl said, beaming at him.

         The man smiled encouragingly at her. “Ignore me, please, my dear. I’d love to see your powers in action in this lesson.”  

         The unnamed girl smiled at him, then looked adoringly up towards ‘Leader’. “What magic am I using today?”

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@Admins Could you please delete the name “Joyce Blankenship”? And change it to Tuxedo Kitten? It was auto correct. 

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