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1. Original draft: Saianne in full fairy robes; you wont guess what’s in that creepy orb!
2. Original draft: Ouroboros & Draco, with housing sword; in dragon fairy robes after he has gone dark.
Tale 14: Stealing Kent (chapter 3. Need to Get Away 3/6
) part 3. Stories of True Love
Kent spent over a week eavesdropping on conversations, and exploring the town before he figured it out. His target, was in fact, the daughter of the family paying him for the job. Kent’s morals were being tested; he needed to decide if the money was actually worth more than his conscious. To mull it over, Kent decided to go to the private beach, where the murders had happened, to do a stake out. The beach was eerily empty. The sound of waves, sea birds, and the smell of salt, filled the air. The grass was tall and dry, and the roads gravel. Many of the properties were for sale, unoccupied assets, or holiday cabins. Kent pulled his rental car into a driveway of one of the empty beach houses. The sun was setting, and the surroundings had taken on an orange light. Takeout was getting dull at this point, and ennui was becoming Kent’s new personal hell. He sat in the car looking around with the lights off. Just as the sun set, Kent saw a red jeep pull up to a small parking lot; A young couple stepped out, and went to loaf on the beach. Kent thought the image of two youths embracing was very romantic, but also aggravating. A witness. A bothersome barrier to kidnapping the girl. Her staph and unnatural hair colour was enough to deduce she was a magic user, and her shy and secretive aura was suspicious. But first, Kent wanted to watch them to be sure she was his target; and if she was indeed using magery. Instead, Kent ended up almost becoming a voyeur as nightfall arrived. The young couple had moved back into the boy’s jeep. Kent wished he was that handsome for a moment, before realizing he was observing two minors; one of which he was bounty. Snapping out of it, Kent accidently landed on the car horn, and the boy looked straight at him. This was of course, Ouroboros.
Ouroboros exited the jeep, and slowly went through the grassy beach edge to investigate his observer.
“what is it Ouroboros?” Saianne said.
“quiet, we have an audience.” He replied. Saianne, in fear, jumped out of the car to follow him. If her family found out Saianne had left home, never mind with a boy, she feared they might kill her. It was too late; her family had already hired Kent to do that. Kent, seeing Ouroboros approach, got out of his car with haste to meet them halfway by the water side. Saianne tightly gripped Ouroboros’s arm hiding behind him. And held her staph tightly in the other hand. The dark orb had a glowing flash of a blue marlin, catching Kent’s attention.
“who are you?!” Ouroboros demanded. Kent didn’t respond, he felt a cold sweat come over him. The sweat of panic, doubt, and regret.
“I’ve been hired to find and arrest that young lady,” Kent said in a half backed assertive tone. He gesturing to Saianne. “who are you?” Kent asked.
“Ouroboros Blacneadre. And this is my girlfriend who has done nothing to warrant an arrest!” Ouroboros snapped. Saianne tried to speak up but nothing came out. She began feel a heat overcome her, the last thing Saianne recalled seeing, was Kent’s look of horror. Saianne had begun to slowly step towards the sea. Ouroboros was distracted by Kent just long enough for her to reach it. Saianne had begun to glow, a soft ghostly cyan light radiating from her; she had gone dark. Consumed by magic, Saianne had begun to enchant the sea. The tide rose, with glimpses of glowing outlines of creature of the deep in the water she turned into a purple abyss. In the distance, Kent and Ouroboros heard some people yelling at the end of the beach asking for them to pipe down; they had a lamp and were approaching. Kent began to panic, and he ran directly for Saianne, but Ouroboros was faster. He summoned the housing sword he was given, and slashed Kent away. What Ouroboros didn’t realize, was that he was kind enough, and a mage, and thus could use the blade to turn wizards into mages. Kent went dark and promptly fainted, face first into the sand, becoming a mage. Ouroboros was now in shock; he felt himself trembling and panting. Ouroboros had just injured a paladin, his true love was about to cast a dark murderous spell on the entire beach, and witnesses were approaching. Everyone, including him and Saianne, could die. Assuming Kent was not going anywhere fast, Ouroboros dashed for Saianne.
Saianne did not step into water, but onto it. As she did, the bay went as still, flat, and darker, as if made of obsidian.
“Saianne! Come back!” Ouroboros yelled. But Saianne was no longer in her own body, she did not respond. Grey dark consumes the consciousness; whatever Saianne was doing, it wasn’t the real her doing it. Saianne began to sing to the sea, walking further into the coast. Ominous undecipherable moans of pain came from the deep. The children of the fish kingdom were pleading for help. The curious bystanders were coming closer, now yelling in fear as they noticed the encroaching sea.
“Stop!” Ouroboros yelled again. He stood at the water’s edge, scared to enter. Ouroboros summoned his fairy robes and quickly adorned them to protect himself from her magic. Saianne looked back at him with cold emotionless glare; she was not herself, her movements slow yet stiff, her voice monotone.
“the sound of their screams, it is like the chime of the world’s greatest orchestra.” Saianne said unblinking. Ouroboros was mortified; all his life, he had only seen magic be wonderful. Ouroboros was chilled to the bone by the horror he was witnessing. Ouroboros threw his judgment aside, and ran into the shore to stop her. The yells of the innocent people meters away drowning echoed; he had to stop her. But when Ouroboros touched Saianne, he went dark too. She was releasing so much magic it began to engulphed him as well. His blonde hair turned to a bloody amber, and blue eyes into a fiery gold. His robes flowing as if lit by soft fire of every colour. It Stung, yet Ouroboros would never let her go; he managed to whisper a sleeping charm to her. Instantly, Saianne fell asleep into arms. Losing consciousness, her magic calmed, the waters cleared and Ouroboros dragged Saianne onto the dark beech, out of breath. The flow of magic threw him stopped. The innocent bystanders next to him, drowned; an unconscious arresting paladin, motionless on the sand at his feet. Ouroboros was unable to process what had happened, thus forgetting his healing magic. Ouroboros could no longer think. He dragged Saianne and Kent into his jeep, and drove home to gather his things.
Ouroboros parked in the boat house, where he tied up Kent, and gagged him. Ouroboros then laid Saianne in the back of the car, and covered her in a quilt. He lay next to her till dawn when she woke:
“Ouroboros, what happened? I feel weak. Did I hurt anyone?!?!” Saianne panicked.
“you don’t remember anything?” Ouroboros whispered. He felt quite ill from having so much magic move through him. Ouroboros managed to heal everyone who was alive with his sleeping sword. Once Kent was secure and out of the way. but Ouroboros could only use minor spells on himself, thus leaving him damaged but alive. Saianne froze still, she noticed how Ouroboros’s appearance had so drastically changed.
“you went dark! What happened?!?!?!” Saianne cried. Glancing in the car’s rear-view mirror, Ouroboros saw his new colours, He felt to empty to react. In a glazed sort of calm, Ouroboros told Saianne about what had happened. Meanwhile Kent was still unconscious and captive, only a few feet away.
“are you going to hand me in? let that man take me away? It’s what I deserve. those people need justice. I can’t help it if I go dark, I just….” Saianne whimpered.
“no. I’m not just handing you in. Saianne, you have no control over it. Besides, I love you, I’m not leaving you, and I’m not letting you get in trouble. We’re in this together. You weren’t yourself; it wasn’t your fault. We just need to get you some help away from your family.” Ouroboros said hugging Saianne closer.
“and what about him?” Saianne asked, looking over at Kent.
“I think my family sword may have turned your bounty hunter into a mage. Just like you and me. I just feel like I don’t know magic anymore after seeing what you can do. It was terrifying. But I’m glad we’re ok,” Ouroboros shuddered. “We’ll find a way out of this, and get out of town tomorrow; I promise”
I think it’s fair to say that England has never been known for exotic Summer weather. Rain and windswept hair are typically the first thoughts that come to mind. While this means a night in with a cup of tea and blankets for most, it’s the perfect opportunity for some post-rainstorm snapshots. When it comes to weather photography, timing is everything; you never know when the next red sky at night may next appear or if it will be the last full moon of the year. In this case, there’s nothing more rewarding than leaving the comfort of your warm home to capture the majestic blend of pink and grey skies after an afternoon of torrential rain. However, living in a seaside town like Deal means there are no shortages of assets to compliment the stormy skies, from the rickety fishing boats to the distant cliffs of Ramsgate. As for the photojournalist to-be, this was one irresistible chance I could not miss.
Autumn Road, Kent, Washington
Kent, before regretting his path in life.
Tale 14: Stealing Kent (chapter 2. Sub Par Paladin Kent Summerhind 1/6
) part 3. Stories of True love
Kent was an average commoner, of magic family heritage. All his life he wanted to become a paladin. He was unsure if it was for prestige, money, or a good challenge. With hard work, Kent got into the lead paladin academy; and continued to work hard because that school turned out to have questionable methods of instruction. Kent’s final year coach said there were two types of paladins: law enforcement, military, or private hire. Kent wanted to be a private hire. These paladins were neutral magic defenders, and investigators hired to do commissioned magic work; this included finding people, personal protection, and slaying dragons. Kent liked a little adventure. Yet, after training at the top paladin academy of The Grand West for six years, his final report said he had good knowledge, average battle skill, but poor magical application. In the last month of schooling, Kent’s coach approached him.
“to be a private paladin, credentials aren’t about school credits, their about completed quests.” The teacher would say. Kent’s grades and fitness points would mean nothing to contractors if he had no field experience. In good heart, the coach gave Kent an invitation to attend a national competition to give him some ‘experience.’
Traditionally after finishing magic school, at about the age of becoming a legal adult, wizards went on ‘internships’ with another established wizard in their magic occupation. These apprenticeships would often last one to four years. Wizards working for contractors however, had to show their grit; not flowery references and resumes. To get a better chance of a post-graduation job, Kent needed to do a quest. Though a tournament is not an adventure for a purpose; it was close enough for now. Or it would have been, if it didn’t take place in Pepperidge academy that year. Kent’s lack of magical talent made him taste humility at the hands of some juniors; who turned out to be mages. One of which was a seer; the scholarly types. They called him ‘King mage’, and said he lived on a large magic gate to the shadow veil. Kent thought little of this kid, named Morgan, at the time. Morgan may have been a third-year student, but he could use a sword just as well as Kent. Morgan’s knowledge of far grander spells then Kent, resulted in a curb stomp battle. Kent placed on the latter board; but he was the last on the list. Kent’s coach gave him a pity signature in his quest accomplishments journal.
Seeing what magery actually was, was both humbling and wonderous. Kent could see why it was banned; the spells Morgan used were quite frightening. Kent had never seen a man walk through a wall of fire or stone, manipulate opponents with music, turn into fey, or remove the boundary between the veils at will. Kent wanted to both see it again, and never see it again, after the tournament. With a graduation certificate in hand, out of a job, and kicked out of his mother’s basement; Kent went back to Pepperidge to talk to the head paladin of The Grand West, Melida Daigendun. She was also said to be a mage. Kent hoped to get his foot in the door, as he honestly only wanted food and shelter at that point. Kent sat in the cold gray interrogation room, where he was told to wait, twiddling his thumbs. The room smelt a bit moist, like petrichor and dry wall. Melida walked in unarmed and with no papers; but she was wearing her purple dragon fairy robes; which made her look less of a middle-aged mother of two, then a woman who wins wars with unconventional means.
“Your Kent Summorhind correct? From the tournament last semester? Aren’t you a cute fresh graduate looking for an internship?” Melida said, sitting down across from kent.
“no, I want a quest. I need work to build a reputation before gaining clients as a private magic worker.” Kent said bluntly. He always kept a straight face. Kent was simultaneously distracted and intimidated by her. Melida laughed.
“oh boy. I would hate to break it to you, but it’s called the ‘call to adventure’ for a reason. You don’t call the adventure, IT CALLS YOU. You think because I’m a busy powerful influence, I have a stash of adventures for randos? I think we’re done here. good luck though.” she chuckled. Kent felt his face strain from the grimace he now wore, and would continue ware to for some time.
Kent Decided to go to The Central South, where his family was from, to look for work. His first destination was a poor bustling village near a magical forest. The Forest was forbidden and marked by monkey statues; this was the monkey gate. Magical apes where the least of Kent’s concern when he arrived. With fewer people here, and the rumors of a client in town, Kent traveled a great way to get here. Kent had only the clothes on his back, a small leather bag hung on his lower back, and a family inherited sword and shield with the family crest on it. it was a magic shield you could summon weapons from. Supposedly. Kent couldn’t afford fairy robes, so this heirloom would have to do. To be hired for magic, he needed to signifying he was a wizard. Kent walked in the muggy tropical town staggering like a zombie, only to be awakened by someone throwing turmeric in his face. A woman in purple with a head scarf and an iron poll rushed past him. Kent heard men yelling “THEIFE” behind him; He decided to pursue her as well. Like marmosets, they scaled the buildings and alleys until Kent managed to grab her. The men who were chasing her were the client’s latest hires. Bingo. Catching someone who needed this many men to handle her, should give him a smidgen of merit.
Kent’s following interaction was brief but to the point. He sat on a weaved straw mat in a crumbling building before the contractor. The goons, who failed out catch her, left yelling. Kent however, was given the money that was intended for the men who were supposed to catch her.
“we’ve been looking for that woman.” The commissioner said. Kent looked her over. She seemed like a normal local. Out of curiosity he pulled off her scarf and attached over skirt to see a fit woman about his age, who had obviously gone dark; her hair was brass and eyes violet. Which complemented the local sepia complexions she had, better then the natural dark hair and amber eyes. She was wearing authentic purple fairy robes; in the style of the monkey kingdom. her familiar was a golden lion marmoset, which bit him. Kent didn’t know marmosets had pointy teeth. She wore many gold bangles as well; with the runes for the monkey kingdom etched on them. Then she began to struggle and curse at him in the local tongue. She slipped out with a transporting spell he recognized from the mage students in Pepperidge. Kent had a habit of examining details and deciphering information from it.
“she’s a mage.” Kent said in curiosity, examining one of her bangles. She had slipped out of it when getting away; leaving it in Kent’s posetion.
“yes, she guards the inner magic forest we need to get into. Her name is Fama; an orphan who also steals our food and pranks everyone. I’m the only one with money to do anything about it. I have hired many wizards, none of which managed to catch her.” The man said sternly.
“I caught her” Kent said smugly.
“no, you didn’t; because she got away.”
“in order to have gotten away, she must have first been captured.” Kent retorted. The commissioner looked aggravated, and then his face softened.
“so, who am I speaking with?” the man asked.
“well mister Summorhind. Since you seem to be slightly able to handle people of dark magics, like mages, I have case for you. I will pay you half of the scouting fee, I was given by a family in The Grand East; to get you started. The investors reported that there have been murders in the cove of a small beach town; descriptions of the case suggest magic of an epic scale. Magery is suspected. The Family requesting this job wants the culprit, a supposed young lady among the locals, to be exterminated. Swept under the rug if you will.” The contractor said slapping money on the mat between them. Kent would have to be smart, as he didn’t want to actually kill people. But he wanted the job, and thus did not disclose his intentions. Kent would find a way to double sweep this call to adventure. Kent grabbed the brick of Eastern cash, and agreed. Kent was off to a lovely beach-side vacation.
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