Side Stories 6, 7 & 8
Lucus put the final line down on his latest picture. Stepping back to look at it with fresh eyes, he noticed that one of the buildings in the distance was slightly misshapen. He sat down and started fixing his mistake.
Ever since the tournant, Lucus had stopped attending his lessons. As his sister would say, ‘What can they do to you?’ The only reason he had even been trying was to impress his father. For all the good it had done him. It still made his blood boil when he thought about how he had been dressed down for winning.
He’d thought people only cared about the young lords who were skilled with swords. And that still seed to be true. Except for Lucus, even if he spent all his ti practicing and trying to impress, he would still be considered less. So why would he try to compete with the boys who were blessed to enjoy the things that gave a person worth? Instead, he would do what he enjoyed and draw. He would never have to bother with a sword again.
Lucus drew an angry, jagged line from one corner of the picture to the other. Then he ripped the picture in half and crumpled it up. Taking in a ragged breath, he tried to calm himself. He was fine. At least one person had been proud of him.
The thought brought him to his sister, the monster wearing the skin of a girl and, ironically, the only mber of his family who had noticed his work. He just wished he knew what she was. The way she moved and smiled - it was close to the way a human would, but off just enough that he could tell it was wrong without knowing why. It reminded him of so of his earlier pictures of people.
And when she had snuck into his room - his locked room - covered in blood, he’d thought she was trying to murder him at first. But instead, she’d asked for his help. He didn’t believe for a second that the blood was the result of a dream, but she seed so grateful for his help that he couldn’t force himself to push her. However, he had gotten her to promise to show him where she hid all the ti. He was going to figure her out. And if she ate soone else, he would help her clean up the blood again. She was his sister, after all.
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Sunrise glared at the doors to the warehouse, cheeks puffed with air. Where was she? She hadn’t co by in days! Had Rain forgotten about her? To make matters worse, she was at that shitstain's place. Sunrise was fine with him not admitting she was his daughter. She was also fine with him leaving her to the rcy of her mother. But trying to steal Rain was unforgivable.
Sunrise swore that the next ti Rain ca, she would be taking Sunrise with her. No matter what.
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“The greatest lead we have is a black-haired child visiting their headquarters two nights ago.”
Henrik was glad to see that this information caught Commander Thea’s attention.
“Black hair, you say? Did your n recognize the child?”
“They did not. However, when they tried to follow the child after they t with Mirage, the child escaped them. According to them, it was like the child disappeared.”
Thea leaned back in her chair at that.
“That sounds like a stealth-type class. Add that to the black hair, and House Sonom sounds like our most likely suspect.”
“Indeed, though, we also have this,” Henrik said, passing a drawing to the Commander.
The drawing was a simple charcoal sketch of a crossed goblet and dagger.
“This is the symbol that their leaders have adopted. From what my n can tell, they seem to place great importance on it.”
“Any idea what it's about?”
“Our inside man said it had sothing to do with a Lady Tyix, but he isn’t high enough in the organization to know what that ans. He claims that getting that na alone took effort and luck.”
“Do you believe this Tyix is the liaison between whoever is supporting the Grifters and their leaders?”
“Very likely.”
“I see, and what of the serial killer? Do you think they are connected?”
“My n haven’t been able to find any connection between the rchant Killer and the Ash Grifters.”
“Well, that's sothing at least.”
Before Henrik could give the next part of his report, the door to the office burst open.
“How ya doin boss!”
Henrik groaned. She was back and as uncontrollable as ever. But when you were a powerful, unique classer, you could do whatever you wanted.
“Welco back Sonja.” Commander Thea easily replied to the disrespectful Right Hand. “we’ll be needing your skills shortly.”
“Yeah, ya do! I had soone try to cast a skill on through this guy on my way here.” Sonja said, holding up a dead uffter.
“Wait, soone is using animals to perform skills?”
“That's what I said, boss.”
“Then there’s a fifth black classer in the city.”
“Five black classers? Now, this could actually be fun.”
Henrik doubted that.
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