Iron Scars

Chapter 1 - The girl

London, 1783

Magnus was walking down the street when he saw her. She was glamorised from the mundanes, but any half decent warlock can see through a strong glamour, and hers was rather... weak. Her hair was bright pink and green, which was unusual at the time. He liked it, it was... spunky. Magnus walked closer. The girl was sobbing, he could hear it. He glamoured himself, then walked up to the sobbing, strange looking girl. 

"Hello, my name is Magnus Bane. Whatever is wrong, I am here to help." The girl looked up. Her eyes were violet, and her skin a pastel green. Fae. There was a piece of pink cloth covering the lower half of her face, just leaving her forehead and her eyes. Magnus wondered what it was for. 

"Thank you," The girl whispered, "Thank you so much." She stood up. Even though her dress was long sleeved, he could see that she was thin, too thin. He scooped her up and cast a spell to put her to sleep while he carried her back to his apartment.

When he finally got back to his apartment (a three minute walk that felt like forever to Magnus) he laid the girl down on his couch and went to bed. In the morning, Magnus found the girl sitting up on his couch, staring out the window. He could see the tears that glistened on her cheeks in the morning sunlight. He coughed and she turned around. She still had the pink cloth on. 

"Hello Mr.Bane." She said. Even though her mouth was covered due to the cloth, he could see from her eyes that she wasn't smiling. 

"Hello. May I ask, what is your name?" Magnus asked. 

"Kathleen." She responded. She looked at the floor and fiddled with the frayed corners of his cushion. "Well, Kathleen," she look up at her name, still playing with the cushion. 

"Would you like some breakfast?" Magnus asked. Kathleen nodded and stood up, her red dress looked dirty in the light. 

"I have some clothes out the back that should fit you, would you like me to show you?" Magnus asked. 

"No thank you, you cook and I shall find them." With that, Kathleen walked off, her spunky hair falling well past her waist.

The scent of eggs and bacon filled the air in Magnus's apartment. Kathleen had sat on the couch and taken off her cloth, she had asked Magnus to face away, and he had obeyed. You never knew what a fae was hiding, and sometimes you didn't want to find out. Kathleen sighed. 

"I guess you want to know what is behind the cloth. Don't you?" She asked. 

"If you feel comfortable telling me, I shall listen. If you do not want me to tell a soul, then to the day I die, I won't." Magnus said, knowing full well he would have to keep this secret for a long time. 

"Good," Kathleen said, and she untied the knot at the back of her head that held the cloth up. It fell to the ground gently, floating like a feather.