Tika roams through the streets her arcane senses looking around wildly as she searches for any trail of Sol. The wind brings his blood and dark aura, the night a perfect match with his vision. His screams of anguish relayed in the aura carried around. She tries to find him, to find the source of this pain.
Pointlessly about an hour passes by. The source seems untraceable, either constantly on the move or somewhere hidden. She stands in another alley with its only source of light the faintest of torchlights. Wearing the same light armor she has continued to adorn for this trip, only the gloves missing from making it complete. She's always preferred not to wear gloves, her arcane aura truly in her hands, in her own grip.
Her magic a source of expectation and envy in her family. No one looked at her as simply Tika any longer. No, her magic took precedence above everything else. Her will or even her basic needs.
Her father would not serve her food if he heard her teachers say anything negative and her mother manipulated her into abandoning the few friends she had. Magic, the supposed sign of brilliance and all the good of the world was simply a cage.
Why did everyone's eyes change? Why was there suddenly no more innocence?
A soft smile appears on tika's face recalling an energetic figure. The only one who remained truly pure and innocent by her side. Her red hair and her ever-optimistic attitude. A girl and later a woman that shouldn't exist in this world filled with those hungry for power.
Tika found herself listening to the girl, her dreams, and her hopes. How she would traverse the continent and do whatever she wants. Afterward Tika would return home and if discovered that she sneaked out, she would end up severely beaten.
Who would imagine that the noble girl would later run off with one of the villager's daughters?
"Fia." She mutters under her breath, her calm aura slightly wavering. She hits her armor harshly before she slaps herself. Taking two deep breaths as she continues on.
Following that sense of distrust and anguish. This time however not without success. Her body shivers as she finds herself getting closer. Undeterred she runs toward the source, knowing that there Sol can be found.
A man also seemingly unbound by the principle of nobility. Someone with more innate talent than her. And someone their scars wounded.
Running, through the puddles of water in Enver street. She comes ever so close, her heart pumps wildly as sweat mixes with the raindrops coursing down her forehead. The arcane wizard looks up and finds a figure completely surrounded by darkness on top of the rooftops. The source of this arcane aura, his emerald green eyes completely bloodshot.
"Sol? What are you doing up there?" She asks, in the rain as her body grows colder.
"Have you come to battle me, Tika?" Sol responds, his voice resonating with the surrounding darkness. The intangible force, slightly shifts with every word he speaks.
"What? No, we're leaving soon. The Silstani head would like his city to return to the expected calmness. Apparently, we're not part of that."
"Of course not. I'm responsible for it after all." Sol responds as he jumps down from the rooftop landing in front of Tika. His dark aura engulfing the wizard's body. In response, Tika's aura clashes against that of Sol. Protecting her body from the threat. "Your body is already aware, so why do you deny it any longer? I don't believe you to be this stupid." The words Sol whispers also coming out of the surrounding darkness as his head now rests against the shoulder of Tika. "What will you do now?"
Tika stands there unmoving, she looks at the surrounding darkness and it how it seems to take shape with Sol. "I had a suspicion." She admits, continuing to look at the darkness. Her body slightly shivers as her gaze remains firmly on the show of mana. "They didn't find a body. So you were either somewhere heavily wounded but then who would kill Lheda? At first, I also thought you were heavily wounded. Until I heard the winds carrying your feeling of anguish. No wounded man would be showing so much mana nor bloodlust."
"You still haven't answered my question. What will you do now? Will you strike me down… Or at least attempt." Magic forms in the shade demon hands, a mix of darkness and blood mixing together. "And what have you decided?!" Sol says as he turns around, looking at the rooftop where he used to stand. A long pink haired ranger stands there bow drawn. Pointing toward Sol, more exactly at his always exposed chest.
Hellas breathes slowly focusing all his concentration. Normally he wouldn't even think when shooting. He learned to instinctually shoot with his body before his mind would realize that he will shoot. A subconscious attempt to make sure he makes no unwilling deviations at the latest of moments. Unlike now where he has already for some time drawn the bow, his mind already long ago realizing the possible trajectory. Hellas stands there ignoring the shivers of his body, continuously asking himself if he should take the shot.
'Is he another one? Will he betray us? He's clearly dangerous.' These thought primarily go through his head, amongst many other filling him with doubt. He continues to aim his bow toward his temporary companion. However, a familiar voice of a long relationship comes through. The voice of his sister, even if estranged through those few years.
'This is different.' He stills hears her say as he lowers the bow, unable to aim any longer to his companion. "Let's go, Sol. We shouldn't keep the other waiting." Hellas says whilst Tika follows suit forcefully dispelling her magical aura. Both completely defenseless and so easy to kill. The darkness continues to surround them both, their temporary companion in complete control of their fate. He stands there still controlling all the aura until he closes his eyes. Falling down on the ground.