The music rumbled on the walls of that underground den. You could not hear beyond what you had within five centimetres of you. The darkness covered the entire room except for those coloured lights that danced from one side to the other showing the sweaty bodies of those who danced in the middle of the floor. Pure strangers to her, none familiar but she didn't care either. Races of all types together without worrying about each other. Many centuries ago, when we stopped worrying about political issues and physical differences, the world had changed since then... But still we follow are own disere
Sitting on the private sofa in the living room, with her Wilx flower distillate, she watched silently as each of those people, sweated, frantic dancing, prisoners of alcohol and desire. Actually, she wanted to join them and lose track of time on that track. But her life changed so long ago that she isn't longer allow herself even the most insignificant distraction or desire that her body and mind asked to her. That's why, sitting there, in silence, with her ears rumbling from music so tempting and far away, she was waiting for that stranger with whom she had left to close a deal.
She doesn't know his face so she could only observe and keep hidden from those who she didn't want to be seen.
It didn't take too long for three men to approach toher, one of them with a certain focus on her, wearing a brown leather jacket and jeans. But the most striking was his right hand covered in scars by an ancient burn.
-Miss Evolette, Can I guess? - The man offered his hand in greeting, but she only turned her eyes to observe the stranger, who she thought she was waiting for. -So...you are the famous witch that everyone has been talking to me about. -The stranger removed his hand and took a seat next to her. He leave his legs open and arms resting on the back of the sofa, taking a very comfortable posture. He twisted his jaw slightly and looked at her. - The famous Black Crow, isn't it?
Many people knew her by that name, her real name had lost all the value and they will only remember her for Black Raven.
-If You are whos should be, you already know everything about me or at least the necessary. I should not give you more details. Go to the point, the night is short. -She answered raising his voice to be heard among all the music.
The stranger grimaced with his jaw.
-Okay, I see direct to the point - He said calmly with a smile from ear to ear. He raised his hand to the waiter to order a drink. - Well, I want you to get something for me. Something unusual and unique in this world. Something that has belonged to the same person for hundreds of years and my buyer has been searching it for a long time. - The stranger didn't keep his eyes on her. He waited for the waiter to approach with his Kirmt. - My men told me that tomorrow night will be the time of transfer and the only time when the magic of the owner may be weaker to be transferred by a person with their skills. - He made a short pause to drink from his cocktail. -I want you to bring me the Zmien medallion.
She needed a little pause for a second, just to assimilate his words. He must been joking.
-Are you kidding? That medallion belongs to the most powerful witch of our times. I can't compete with her magic. Besides, it would be suicide, she would find us right away. -reply Black Raven .
She couldn't do it, it would be impossible for her. That medallion has an incalculable value. For hundreds or thousands of years, it has belonged to the same family: to the most powerful witches of this world.
-That's why I told you it's tomorrow and only tomorrow night, when you'll have a chance, not before or after. My men took care to leave everything ready. - He turned to take the files from his partner's hand and give them to her. - Here is all you need to know. And a addition to escaping lives so that your name won't be mentioned.
- You said before that "might" that her power is weak. What is that supposed to mean? How confident are you that this is so? - Her words sounded nervous.
- Well, I never liked to give anything for granted so there is always a chance of error. -He leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. - After all, as you said, we're not talking about a normal witch.
She flipped through the papers. The music was loud and yet she fell into the thought of the risk and the challenge of doing that and then stopped listening to anything. The payment was high enough to disappear for many years and be forgotten as the Black Crow and finally be able to be herself.
That stranger looked at the dance floor, where lustful drunks were rubbing each other. It excited him to watch that while she made a decision, which she knew would not reject. Then he turned his eyes towards the woman, who was still going through leaf after leaf. He could barely distinguish many features of its darkness. Some lights reflected on her often and he could see black hair perfectly gathered in a ponytail that fell well below the shoulders and with small braids that decorated the side of her hair. The rest of her body wore black leather clothes with which he could not define where her body stared and ended. But if He could see perfectly round eyes of a slight bluish violet colour that shone in the middle of that tantrum.
-So What do you say "Pretty Eyes", did you make a decision? -asked the stranger man, looking at her eyes.
She kept going page by page in the documents that the stranger gave to her, and although at some point she stopped seeing what she was saying and only her thoughts took over her mind, everything seemed to be very calculated in detail. She even understood why they had chosen her to surpass magic. It was a risk that if it went wrong it would cost you your life or maybe even worse than that. But if it went well, she could be free for the first time in many years. also if she refused, they would give her problems.
She closed the papers and got up from the seat.
-I will do it. - She said, looking at the stranger and snapped his fingers, vanishing into smoke.