~Mästery~

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In a world where magic is the difference between all things that live, it isn't hard to presume what gruesome parts of the world are hidden from most. Most live in peace, magic the salvation of all men and women, however there are those who are not so lucky. Those who face the dystopia of the world they live within. Through the worlds history not everything has yet to be foretold, not everything has yet to be discovered, here is where our story begins, in the unfolding of this worlds destiny, and the destiny of the people within it.

“Tch, what kind of mission is this supposed to be?” A voice emerged from within a small city street. Confident, yet cold the voice echoed down a darkened alley upon the cities edge. Within the alley was only one form, which presumably the voice belonged to. Hair the shade of blooming lilacs, and eyes of the deep purple hues only to be seen at dusk, the figure made their way somewhat stealthily through the alley. Even though the girl seemed frail, she walked with a certain confidence that would intimidate most. Beautiful, elegant, yet no one approached, and she enjoyed the satisfying glares given to her.

Her eyes traced over the small slip of paper once again, as her left hand lifted it to her face. The tongue hit the roof of her mouth in a distasteful click. What an odd assignment to be placed over her shoulders although she didn't question such a thing, it wasn't her job to question to second guess such a thing, only to do as told. So, that's exactly what she planned to do, no matter how much she despised doing such. After one last glance at the card, the began to rip it into tiny shreds, letting go of them one at a time. Each strip caught in the wind, scattering the pieces throughout the city. Once that was completed her first objective started. She, no matter how much she wanted to refuse, was to register for an event a large city nearby was providing. Supposedly the event was held in the east forest, where people would compete. Although the information of what this competition was, wasn't listed in the given card. With that in mind, she went on her way, to register for this nonsensical competition of mages.

About an hour later, the girl had figured out where the registry for this competition was. She approached the somewhat formal boothe that was set up in the city’s square. For a small city, the center of it was quite busy. “What arrogance.” The girl mumbled to herself as she passed by a few giggling children. Her emotionless face, and cold eyes glared at the mage who was running the booth. He was older, expression showing one of clear boredom even as he waved and smiled at people passing through. She didn't wave, let alone smile back at the man, even as she approached the boothe.

“Ah, mistress.” The man announced to her as he waved a pen toward the girls face. “Is a lovely lady such as yourself going to sign up for the Competition of Mages?” The man widened his smile a bit, seemingly trying to entice the girl to place her signature.

The girl didn't react to such a ploy, only picking up another one which laid sprawled upon the boothe’s table. She grabbed a slip signing her name, and writing her magic type before handing it back to the man.

“Lummy Melare eh? What a beautiful name. Oh-” He trailed off a bit rereading the piece of paper. “Well miss we don't recommend the Demon Huntresses join th-” He didn't have much time to finish, as Lummy had placed the tip of her blade to the man's throat.

“You can sign me in, or I can sign myself in with your blood. Choose.” Her voice was lifeless, lacking of the usual spirit of anyone else’s voice. Her face told it all, she was completely serious about what she had just stated.

The man gulped, beads of sweat forming on his brow. His eyes looked up at Lummy’s, which actually impressed her a bit, that someone who would leave themselves this open would have the courage to stare at her. He quickly drew a magic circle on her paper, which then glowed a feint hue of orange before one of the same shape appeared on Lummy’s wrist.

“T-the competition may start anytime in the next few days.” His eyes shifted warily to look at the blade at his throat. “The c-circle I placed on you, will teleport you into the set arena once the competition begins.”

Lummy withdrew her blade from the now quaking man’s throat. She went to turn away, pocketing the knife swiftly, only for her to recognise all the staring faces. A few people had backed away from the boothe, others hid their children behind them. Lummy didn't seem surprised, but instead of taking any action to apologise she smirked, lickimg her bottom lip. “What an audience.” Her grin widened a bit, at the thought of how mother's faces would twist in agony at the execution of their children, ir how husbands would grieve for their deceased wives. However, she didn't need to be compromised at such a time. So she stealthily walked back into a shadowed alley, and before anyone was brave enough to stop her, she had disappeared as if she was never there to begin with. Now all she had to do was wait, for the Competition of Mages to commence, so that she may complete the rest of her mission, in finding the demon that had entered the competition. The demon besides herself that is.

Authors note~

Hello everyone! I just wanted to give anyone who took the time to read this first chapter a big thank you! *huggles* Love chu all! ~ Sincerely, Tøxï-chån