Evin stood near the doorway to his ho, staring at his father's figure who was walking down the street. The man inford Evin that he was going to be away for the evening and left. Evin didn't know why, nor did he care. He was just glad he could take so ti to be alone in the house.
After making sure that his father was really gone, Evin went back inside, locked the door with the keys like his father instructed and went to his room.
"Was that you who did that?" he spoke in a whisper.
Unexpectedly, he received no answer. By Evin's guesses, the voice should revel in striking conversation with the boy, especially since it's been so long since the last proper conversation the two had. Believing so, Evin waited patiently.
Evin always thought the voice was so kind of parasite in his head, which had no good use whatsoever, so he never resolved to entertain him. Moreover, he didn't want to do so, because almost every word the voice uttered was one of mocking and disdain. There was another the where it always tried to separate him from his father. Not only that, it just felt wrong. Evin never really knew why it was so, but every ti it spoke, things just felt wrong.
There was logic in the things it spoke, but they all seed skewed to benefit whatever nefarious sche it was thinking inside his head. There were tis when the voice taught him lessons and Evin could see the reasoning behind it, but they all seed to serve an unknown purpose of so sorts.
Unfortunately, Evin couldn't guess at the voice's intentions. He tried to do so ever since he was a child, but he was never successful. Thus… he decided to ignore it. Sure, he would fail at it a few tis here and there, but he's been making so progress. At least he wasn't falling into full-blown conversations with it lately.
But because of today's incident, that all had to stop. Evin suddenly needed to speak with the voice of his own accord. The voice was knowledgeable about magic. It could so easily accomplish the Imaginary Casting that Evin struggled so much with, it could be called a miraculous event.
'So miraculous that it could be called one of the Miracles of the Empress,' Evin thought.
"Hey, uh, Voice, are you there?"
the voice replied lazily.
"Yes, I am. And I'm asking you, was that you who did that?"
the voice played dumb, clearly enjoying the situation.
"Stop playing dumb! Did you cast that giant fire? I know you did, you even said so afterwards!"
"Can you do it again?"
"Then teach how to do it?" Evin demanded.
the voice exclaid in a disbelieving tone,
"What do you an, why would you do that? You've lived in my head for so long, it's about ti you show so of your usefulness."
Evin didn't understand. The usual voice would be reveling at the thought that Evin had finally beco a mage. So since he wanted him to beco a mage, then he should also want him to beco a good one, right?
"I don't get it."
"I'd feel bad…" Evin replied after a bit, "But it's not like I have any other choice. If I speak to you I get beaten."
the voice humd.
"Alright, I get it. My bad."
the voice said emotionally,
"Okay, fine. I'll think about it! Now tell what you want."
the voice said flatly,
"Shut up!" Evin shouted back.
the voice laughed, the voice laughed,
Evin's head was still full of fear, as he searched for so clothing to cover over the wound. Thankfully, there wasn't much blood flowing out of the wound, so like the voice said, the wound seed shallow enough.
Pausing a bit, it continued.
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