I am death
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Category:
Drama › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
5
Views:
668
Reviews:
0
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
chapter 4
Discalimer: This story is completely original, any similarities with real events or other work of fiction is merely coincidential.
He heard her steps, hurriedly approaching, she was panting. Annoying child. “Kale! Kale! She’d up, she’s up.” Said Kale pocked his head from behind the bookcase he had been standing for the past two hours in his mission to find some information. “Is she now.”
The bi-named girl kept panting and nodded, successfully disarranging the wild locks that already had freed themselves form her usual waist-long braid. “Yeah. She lunged at me.”
She stared intently at Kale waiting for her mentor’s next move, and momentarily glanced at the much younger man sitting nonchalantly at the windowsill, averting her gaze quickly from him. He scared her; he was Rune Vondet, her mentor’s older student. He was cold towards her every time he saw her. Even though the glance she gave him was small and short (not to say fearful) he had enough time to look at her straight in the eyes, locking her in a terrified trance by daring to look into the black irises of Rune.
Rune, as very well as any who has looked into the twin abysses, knew what lied in them, but this girl as young as she was still defied him and dared to look into them, seemingly not finding anything to be fearful of but the idea of finding something. He knew her fear of him was not of him but the connotation of what he could do to anyone. A child knew this. Which reminded him every time he came to this conclusion that she was no child to his species’ standards, but only to hers and their mentor’s.
“I don’t understand why we brought her.” Rune closed the book he had been reading in hopes to find an antidote for one of his underclassmen that reacted badly to a very nasty prank by one of his friends, involving chicken broth, raw eggs, citrus, painkillers and something about early puberty. “She’s going to give us problems, she’s not one of us.”
“But she could be.” Spoke the now less frightened eternal child. “I heard what she did when her kin died.” Nod “She stopped time. That’s big.” Rune threw her a look for listening to private discussions, which caused her to almost strangle the damn rag doll.
Kale chose this precise opportunity to step in, before either of the two did something. After all, even though Ness is a child she can put up a good fight and Rune knows it. “Ness is correct,” the chest of the apparently young girl swelled with pride, “but we should not keep her” Had you good hearing as Rune you would’ve recognized the whistle of the now receding swelling of pride from the girl. She looked at Rune, who now sported a very unlikely smirk. “Yet we will.” One side of the room lit up with her smile while the other darkened under Rune’s bad temperament.
Kale sighed at both responses, Rune had cried in outrage while the girl whooped. His students could not have been more opposites from each other. He would not have it any other way.
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He heard her steps, hurriedly approaching, she was panting. Annoying child. “Kale! Kale! She’d up, she’s up.” Said Kale pocked his head from behind the bookcase he had been standing for the past two hours in his mission to find some information. “Is she now.”
The bi-named girl kept panting and nodded, successfully disarranging the wild locks that already had freed themselves form her usual waist-long braid. “Yeah. She lunged at me.”
She stared intently at Kale waiting for her mentor’s next move, and momentarily glanced at the much younger man sitting nonchalantly at the windowsill, averting her gaze quickly from him. He scared her; he was Rune Vondet, her mentor’s older student. He was cold towards her every time he saw her. Even though the glance she gave him was small and short (not to say fearful) he had enough time to look at her straight in the eyes, locking her in a terrified trance by daring to look into the black irises of Rune.
Rune, as very well as any who has looked into the twin abysses, knew what lied in them, but this girl as young as she was still defied him and dared to look into them, seemingly not finding anything to be fearful of but the idea of finding something. He knew her fear of him was not of him but the connotation of what he could do to anyone. A child knew this. Which reminded him every time he came to this conclusion that she was no child to his species’ standards, but only to hers and their mentor’s.
“I don’t understand why we brought her.” Rune closed the book he had been reading in hopes to find an antidote for one of his underclassmen that reacted badly to a very nasty prank by one of his friends, involving chicken broth, raw eggs, citrus, painkillers and something about early puberty. “She’s going to give us problems, she’s not one of us.”
“But she could be.” Spoke the now less frightened eternal child. “I heard what she did when her kin died.” Nod “She stopped time. That’s big.” Rune threw her a look for listening to private discussions, which caused her to almost strangle the damn rag doll.
Kale chose this precise opportunity to step in, before either of the two did something. After all, even though Ness is a child she can put up a good fight and Rune knows it. “Ness is correct,” the chest of the apparently young girl swelled with pride, “but we should not keep her” Had you good hearing as Rune you would’ve recognized the whistle of the now receding swelling of pride from the girl. She looked at Rune, who now sported a very unlikely smirk. “Yet we will.” One side of the room lit up with her smile while the other darkened under Rune’s bad temperament.
Kale sighed at both responses, Rune had cried in outrage while the girl whooped. His students could not have been more opposites from each other. He would not have it any other way.
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