Lydia Voltaire only longed for one thing; to complete her training and become the ancient, powerful wizard she was born to be. But there is only one problem...well, two problems actually. First, no matter how hard her guardian Lucius Voltaire trains...
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*Warning* This chapter contains sexual contact. Read at your own risk.
A Slifer?
The scene before me continued, the silhouette of the girl's hand moving with the rhythm of her song as moonlight-soaked water swirled and weaved into the air. I couldn't blink-I tried, once, twice, and a third time-but my eyelids refused to close. It felt like my sight was being hypnotized into looking only at her and her little water play.
I wasn't an idiot. I knew other Slifers existed because I was a living, breathing example. But obviously, I've never met one, and for that matter, I didn't know much about my own kind.
All the books I've read about them-mainly children's books-only covered the basic stuff. Not even Grandpa knew much about that matter either. He only said that in the course of Ignolia's history, two Slifers were seen. Some said that's bogus; others claimed they'd met them. Nevertheless, the stories were unclear and certainly undocumented. But this-this was real. I could just feel it from the raw power that emanated from her. Although what she was doing was no more than messing around, a tinge of a very old and powerful magic seemed to wrap around her.
I had this urge to come closer, witness more of that ancient power, and know who she was and what she was doing in a place like this. But I was nervous. First, she might be dangerous and would consider hurting me. Second, I had no idea how to approach her, given that I was spying on her. And third, she might not even give me a second thought and pay no mind to me.
In my head, I was contemplating how to do this; should I go for it, or should I just turn and leave?
The thought of leaving didn't settle with me. Who knows when I'm going to run into a Slifer again? I've waited a long time to get even a whiff of an answer on our kind, and even if she didn't know much, I wasn't going to let this kind of opportunity go to waste.
Carefully, I moved two steps forward, glancing between the girl and my feet sliding along the dirt. The girl wasn't very far off. What separated us was a large, thick tree trunk. A couple of branches were in front of me, and I tried to slither between them without making a sound, the leaves, and the sharp twigs brushing over my shoulders. Her back was turned to me, and although it was dark in here, the silver light from the moon managed to illuminate a small fraction of her.
