In the living room, a girl sat tiringly in the sofa with her eyes boringly locked on a big oak door facing toward her, waiting for it to open and for her grandfather to step out from that door, basically his office. Her name was Dorothy.
Dorothy was beautiful. She had sparkling gray eyes whenever she's happy, otherwise, a stormy and cold one if she's serious or angry. She was nicknamed Ice Queen for her cold eyes, you could actually melt if she glared at you. She also had a— small, pointy— nose, a pouty pink lips and a small face. Her hair was shining brown and wavy. She was tall for a girl, she could pass for a model.
Dorothy's eyes narrowed at the door waiting for it to open. At the same time, feeling pissed by the sudden appearance of an unknown man who eventually seek for his grandfather's time. The man seemed suspicious but his appearance could tell that he is one of them.
She was in her deep thoughts when, finally, the office door opened causing her to jump out of the chair.
"Thank you for coming today."
"You're welcome, Mr. Oliver. I'm looking forward to your decision."
Mr. Oliver made a reassuring nod to the visitor. As the visitor walked away, Dorothy threw a suspicious look toward the man. When the man was out of sight, she drifted her attention to her grandfather who was now looking at her.
"Grandpa, who was that man? What business had you talked about?" she asked.
But her grandfather replied with a smile and said "Come with me."
When he spoke those three words, his smile vanished, and that made her heart race. She was confused and somewhat scared. She had a lot of questions in mind right now. But she set aside her thoughts and just followed her grandfather inside and sat in a chair opposite to him.
"What is it, grandpa? What's the matter?" Dorothy said in a gentle way.
Mr. Oliver cleared his throat. "I'm going straightforward with you. I hope you won't have second thoughts upon hearing this."
"O-okay."
She gulped. She felt hot. Somehow, the temperature increased as her tension inside her increases. What would his grandfather tell her? Dorothy braced herself.
"This is about your marriage."
Dorothy blinked. None of them spoke. For a moment, she just stared at her grandfather waiting to burst out laughing and would say 'That was just a joke, honey!', but her grandfather remained still and unsmiling. She was wondering if she had heard her grandfather right. She couldn't believe it. She was thinking for another reason why her grandfather called her out, anything but marriage.
She was taken back to her senses and managed to say, "Marriage? I won't!"
"That's right, I'm getting old as time passed. I wanted to be the one choosing your future husband." He said it calmly as if her objection was of no importance at all.
The way her grandfather responded made her insides boiled up. "But, grandpa! You know what my job is and the danger it brought me. But still, you're thinking about marriage? And one thing, we are not like the others!" she shouted out of control as she stood up. One problem of Dorothy is being short-tempered and sometimes moody.
"Calm down!" he said as he flickered his hand in the air. In an instant, Dorothy was immobilized and went paralyzed. This was caused by her grandfather. She dropped to her seat with a big thud. His grandfather stood up. "Whether you like it or not, you will obey me."
Dorothy couldn't react, she was totally frozen, her grandfather casted a freezing power to her. She couldn't fight back, even her own powers are weakening because of the magic. As a short-tempered woman, she was furious and felt a courage to smash anything but the only thing she could do is listen.
"I know what you've been thinking. Yes, we are not mortals and we possessed powers that mortals don't have." He said as he started walking, he took a few steps and stopped infront of her. He looked at her in the eyes. "And I know you're furious at this moment because I cast you a freezing power, my possession." Dorothy wanted to roll her eyes but couldn't do it, her grandfather continued. "But, think about love Dorothy! We magi were also capable of love. I'm just worried about you. You focused too much on your job, you should think about for yourself. You're job is so dangerous and it might kill you. I'm afraid, I won't see you wearing a beautiful wedding gown."
When he finished his sentence, Mr. Oliver pouted his lips acting cutely like a child asking for a lolipop. This abrupt change in his behavior made Dorothy rolled her eyes in her mind.
Mr. Oliver had this pleading look all over his face. Anyone who would look at him would eventually gave in to his requests. He was getting emotional and was about to broke into tears but Dorothy knew better. This was just a trick his grandfather set up to appeal to his request. Mr. Oliver acted as if he was crying and looking hurt but Dorothy only gave a sulky expression.
Mr. Oliver was fast in changing his facial expression. He went from a sad look to a poker face within an eyeblink. "Oh I forgot, you knew me too well, you won't fall for any of my tricks." Mr. Oliver said sarcastically. He went back to his seat. "But do you understand what I meant, Dorothy?"
Dorothy remained silent. When Mr. Oliver removed his enchanment to Dorothy, she was ready to state her objections but her grandfather just raised his left hand with his palm facing forward, to Dorothy— a gesture to shut Dorothy up. Her grandfather won't listen to her and that made her furious even more. Her brows furrowed, her face was now red as a tomato and her inside was boiling with anger. Out of frustration, she smashed the table in front of her.
"NO GRANDPA! I DON'T WANT TO GET MARRIED YET! THIS IS MY DECISION! SO PLEASE, LEAVE ME ALONE!" Dorothy's tactless and sadist behavior rarely came out. She was known to have great control over her emotions. However, when it comes to matters such as this, her anger would burst out and no power could help that. Before she could damage anything else, she stormed out of the room.
"WHY YOU!! DOROTHY! COME BACK HERE! WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO MY TABLE!" His grandfather yelled.
She looked back and saw her grandfather whimpering over his wracked table. His look was ridiculous. It was funny. Dorothy thought. She was supposed to be angry, but the little display of his grandfather's comical face made her anger lessen. She laughed at her own.
"GRANDPA! THE DAMAGE WAS NOT THAT BIG! I'LL BE LEAVING NOW! BYE!" She said sarcastically though part of it was just a joke.
She decided to leave the mansion for a bit. She grabbed her jacket and headed outside where her motorbike was parked. She drove the motorbike down a bumpy road heading to the place where she usually stay. After a long ride, she parked her motorbike ten meters away from her house. But before she got inside, her phone rang. She immediately searched her phone under her pockets to see who's calling, to her surprise, she was not expecting her caller to be Mr. Charles, the head of their agency, the one Dorothy was working for.
"Hello, Mr. Charles? What can I help you?" she greeted. Dorothy felt a sense of confusion of Mr. Charles calling her at this very hour.
"Ms. Oliver. I need you to come to the headquarters right now."
She paused for a moment and asked herself why.
"Yes, Sir. I'm coming. " She replied, discarding her confusion. There was a little disappointment in her voice as she wanted to rest but she had work to do and couldn't ignore it.
She made her way back to where her motorbike was parked and headed to the location of the headquarters.
Dorothy, at a young age, made her debut as the youngest agent introduced in the agency. Her agency was a secret organization that worked on fighting off and pursuing the evil magi that cause havoc both in the mortal and magi worlds. And it was supported by the government. Even though the world of magi remained a secret to the humans, they still operated with the guidance of the authorities governed by humans. Humans and Magi still need to cooperate to one another, or else, war would broke out.
She made it there in no time. She went inside and what she saw bewildered her. People were on edge and running all around the place.
"Good day, Ms. Oliver. Mr. Charles is waiting for you in his office." The secretary of Mr. Charles greeted her as she passed by her office.
"Uhm, what's happening here?"
"You hadn't heard it yet? Something tragic happened last night in a village. Everyone's dead, including our men."
The news shocked Dorothy."A-all o-of th-them? D-d-dead?"
"I know, what happened was terrifying. But we can't help it anymore. I guess this is the reason why Mr. Charles called you. Okay, I'll go ahead. See you around, bye."
She bid her goodbye to her fellow agent and made her way to the office of Mr. Charles.
She was now in front of a large door with a sign 'Office of the Head of Headquarters'. She let out a heavy sigh and knocked.
"Come in." said from the voice inside. She opened the door and greeted Mr. Charles.
"Yes, Ms. Oliver. Come, sit."
She went over to the sofa and seated as per told by her head. Mr. Charles seated in the soft chair right next to her. She noticed that Mr. Charles was different today, he looked very stressed and his eyes were puffy.
"Okay, watch this." he said as he pressed the remote toward the big black screen. A news report was reflected on the screen.
Dorothy immediately diverted her attenion to the news clip. From what Dorothy had thought, was the tradegy that happened in a village last night. There were no houses left standing, smokes were everywhere and so with dead people. The only remnants to be seen were ashes and debris of the burned houses. Dorothy felt distress toward the people responsible for the slaughter of many innocent people and was even feeling heavy knowing that these murderers was of the same bloodline as hers, a magi. She remain glued at the screen without blinking until something caught her eyes.
"Sir, for a moment. I thought I saw something." Dorothy said.
Dorothy rewinded the news clip and paused it to show the image of a familiar item. Too familiar even for Mr. Charles.
"Do you know what this means, Miss Oliver?" he asked with astonishment, "A crest from the School of Magic. Right?"
"Yes, Sir. School of Magic is home for people who bears magical powers, so there's a possibility that someone in the School of Magic was responsible of the killings and damages."
Dorothy was mainly focused on the screen staring at the crest when a phonecall interrupted her. It was Mr. Charles' telephone from his table. He instanty got up and walked over to his table and picked up the phone.
"Yes" answered Mr. Charles. "Okay, got it." he ended the call and faced Dorothy.
Dorothy was observing Mr. Charles as he was answering the call. The way Mr. Charles furrowed his brow and tightened his jaw when listening to the caller, Dorothy knew that it would be bad news.
Mr. Charles blew a huge sigh. "I just received a new intel from the Investigatory Team. The Black Beast was the one responsible for the crime."
The name Black Beast rang in Dorothy's ears. Her jaw tightened after hearing the name, just like Mr. Charles. It's like a curse to her just hearing or mentioning the name. The name she despised and scared the most.
Black Beast is a mystery to her. No one knew of it's true identity, only they knew that it was a man and it's possession. She hadn't seen the Black Beast personally and rather wishing she wouldn't face him at all. He was a bloodlust monster and was never afraid to kill. He had the most dangerous possession, the black fire. He also possessed the power of psychokinesis and a form of teleportation called flaming. He had powers that made a lot of magi envious, including Dorothy. All would be well, if the Black Beast had used them for the better good, but did not.
Even with these intel, Dorothy thought that the Black Beast must be hiding more of his capabilities. He was not the type show-off his real possessions, and that made him even more dangerous.
"Miss Oliver, one thing you need to know, the Black Beast went to the School of Magic."
Her eyes widened and her mouth fell open. She felt like she was hit by a freezing power the way his grandfather did to her a while ago, she couldn't move. The new information was just unexpected to her. She couldn't believe that the Black Beast was still a student and residing inside the School of Magic living a student life just like everyone else. That's just too much to intake.
"But not everyone knew this, I advice you to keep this information to prevent further damage and fear especially for the students of the School of Magic." added by Mr. Charles.
"Right sir, this must be kept." She nodded. She had no reason to argue. She was still absorbing the information in her mind.
"Okay, Miss Oliver. Be prepared for your next mission. And probably the last."
She was taken aback by what Mr. Charles had said. "My final mission?" She asked in complete bewilderment.
"Yes, and your final mission is to kill the Black Beast."