Grendilton: Rise of the Shadows

5 | Dance With Arrogance.

"See," panted Macey. "But, unlike your stupid flame — mine is blue. And I can morph it into a butterfly."

Blue fire wasn't rare. However, such a move was only achievable by fire sages and mages — something Connor was and Macey is not.

Gasps resonated all around her. They ranged from high in pitch and low in tone.

"Amazing," cheered Breslin. "Your former college informed us that your fire casting was rather high, but I didn't think it was this high. Excellent work Macey, I knew you could do it."

A shy smile of proudness stretched across her face. However, the longer she kept her blue butterfly conjured, the more pain she felt within herself. Macey tried to keep it up for a few more minutes, but the agony became unbearable and she let go. Ever since she could remember, summoning fire has always made her skin crawl. The feeling of heat running through her body always had a negative pull against her veins, feeling as if needles were pushing though her blood stream.

Macey enjoyed cutting Connor down to nothing. However, it didn't last.

"So you can make stupid bugs," he sneered, letting his flames smoulder down to nothing. "That's not impressive. Anyone can do that — I chose not to, it's a waste of time."

Her enjoyment was as fast as it appeared and she retreated towards a group of water mages. They were extremely friendly, with many of them complimenting her on the achievements she gained from the masters test. One girl, who was rather shy and giggly couldn't help but fawn over Maceys clothing. Scratching her head in confusion over the fact that she had a tie dye shirt that revealed her shoulder and black ripped jeans, she couldn't help but snicker and said, "thanks."

Suddenly, their eyes peered over her shoulder. Some began to make flirtatious stares while some rolled their eyes. When Macey spun around, she immediately wished she didn't.

"I've had it with your antics," Connor growled lowly, glaring at Maceys new friends who fled the situation and sauntered to the other side of the room. "Oh look at me, I'm the moon mage, I'm benevolent and holy and better than everyone else."

Rolling her eyes at his weak impression of her, she then asked angrily, "what is your problem Heslington?"

She stood toe to toe with him once again. Anger ravaged though her body, remembering how much she couldn't fathom the ideas of a Heslington. 'They just want things complete and done correctly.' The words of her father echoed in Maceys ear. They were loud and created chills up her spine. It also made her glare into the hateful glares from the offspring of the man who gave numerous orders to her summoner parents.

Connor slurred. "I'm simply stating out the obvious."

Macey shook her head. An icy blue smoke seeped through the webs of her fingers, with frost shards appearing onto her skin. She clenched her teeth hard but bit down the urge to blast him with everything she's got.

Noticing her misty hands, Connor then smirked and lowered his face down to her height, then whispered...

"Isn't it nice to be born gifted? You wouldn't have to worry about a damn thing in this corrupted world because you get nothing but happiness."

Her mouth slanted open. A twitch appeared along her neck and the last remaining nerve she had in her body was now disintegrated into nothing. Connor knew nothing about her and hearing these words come out of his mouth...