Chapter 100: Finding Out-III
"Without knowing what elent you belong for yes, it would be hard for you to borrow the Sulix's power but for elents that deviate from the four elents, you wouldn't be able to borrow the power from any Sulixs. Which an you magic fall to the category of unknown elents." Ian explained and Elise ford her thought.
Unknown wasn't a good word when she is in a hurry to find power to protect herself, thought Elise. "How would I be able to use my magic without the help of the Sulix?"
"There are ways but most of elents only appeared when they are called or summon. Unless you call what elents you are, you wouldn't be able to find or work your magic." Ian filled in and humd, "From what I could rember black water ans shadow magic but since you have tried to find your elents, it should appear soon before you."
"Appear? How could elents appear?" she asked confused, still unable to understand.
"They often appear in form of living beings, such as animals or people you've t. The elents would only appear when they think you are ready to hold their magic." Ian then walked to take the book he placed sowhere in the bookshelves and chose a few more books to accompany the first one and went back to place the book toward her. "You could learn more with this two books about elentals magic."
"Thank you," Elise whispered and felt a little disappointed she couldn't find her magic elents and as if noticing it, Ian rubbed her head, smoothening the red hair that were as bright as sunset to his hands.
Elise felt him staring at her red hair for a mont as if feeling the texture with his finger before she looked at him eting her eyes. She wondered if he had sothing to tell again with the way he was looking at her now and she was right when he asked, "From who did you acquire your beautiful red hair from?"
Elise felt her heart skipped, it was rare for people to call her hair beautiful if not odd. "My mother." she replied finding him nodding subtly at her response.
"What about your blue eyes?"
"I think my father." Elise said and saw his head inclined faintly to his shoulder, curiously finding her words.
"Think? Did you not et him?" he asked with subtle gentleness, not poking to ask if her father had died before. He was curious since the day he had found her of who her parents were who had passed her to an irresponsible uncle and aunt.
Elise shook her head, "I don't rember a lot about my childhood, only a few mories." She confessed, "I rember my mother but I've never seen my father before. My uncle and aunt had never told anything about my parents either."
"Uncle and aunt." muttered Ian before letting go of the hair from his fingers. A wicked smile tilted the corner of his lips when he thought he should greet the uncle and aunt she ntioned who had brought her to the slave establishnt. "Do you hate your uncle and aunt? For selling you to the slave establishnt, I an."
The slave establishnt was not a good place at all. Either for humans of mythical beings. It was a place where one sell another being for the amusent of others and most slaves would have to undergoes a harsh life before they were sell to their masters or mistress.
Not many could co out alive and save without being touch by the wardens inside the slave market. Even if they do co alive, they would either turn into mindless dolls who would follow their master or mistress's orders obediently out of fear or they would co out from the slave establishnt with anger and hatred. It was an often news where slaves kill their own master and mistress which was why most slave would be subjected to a physical punishnt.
Elise was lucky on her own way. She was young at the ti that the wardens would rather have the won to touch than her and that day she was taken by Ian not so old n who had hobbies of having their hands on a child.
Elise looked up at him, frankly her feeling was mixed when it co to her uncle and aunt. Before she was sold to the slave establishnt, she was taken into several houses before stopping to the last house which was the house of her aunt, Angelica who then sold her to the slave establishnt.
Every ti she had changed house, she wished to be accepted in the house and did whatever they requested so she wouldn't be kicked out or shifted into a different house but everything she did was useless. She never knew the reason why she was hated by her family and the people she once lived with or the reason why they hated her so much to the point where they sell her to the slave establishnt where people who have beco slave would be went through pain or torture to the point where one soul's would break in a young age.
"I don't know." she whispered and looked up at his eyes she continued, "It may be weird but I don't rember much about my past until I co to White Mansion. I don't know about hate but I was angry because I thought them like my own family." She found he didn't reply and wondered if her words were as weird as it sounded.
"It's not weird." Ian replied, rubbing her head again, smoothening her hair and head before he stood straight, letting go the side of the table he held before. "What about your mother? Is she still alive?"
Elise shook her head, "I think she had died." She didn't rember anything about her mother other than the nightmare of her mother that constantly visit her dreams.
"You didn't see her casket?" He asked her, wanting to know more of her past that could partake to make her different than others.
"I don't," she replied, her head shaking. She was still six at the ti, she didn't rember most of her mories before her mother's death. "My uncle then brought to a different house after telling of my mother's death."
"Do you know how she died?" she shook her head again, as much as it was odd, she knows very little informations regarding her mother; and worse her father. She almost knows nothing about him whether he died or left the house.
Ian also found that sothing was hidden under her past and the key to how she is different than the rest of the sweet children would be her parents he thought. "Do you rember where the village your aunt live at, puppy?" She gave a thought, drawing her brows. As it had been nine years ago, it was hard to rember the village's na when at the ti, she couldn't read.
When rembering the village's na, Elise spoke, "In the East side of Afgard, the village called Saltige." Ian noted the na of the village in his mind. He was very much looking forward to et the aunt and uncle who had sold Elise as a slave. It must be fun, he thought, a grin creeping to the side of his lips in excitent when there was a knocking sound. The sound of knocking sounded lighter unlike the knock that ca from a hand and after the knocking seed not heard, a screeching sound ca. It was easy to guess who it was as the grim reaper had done the sa sound before.
Ian broke his gaze from Elise to silently walk and opened the door for Hallow who had been knocking with his beak inclined forward to the floor. He tried to regain his balance but with how skinny and light his feet was, his round head fell first to the ground. "Oh hell, damn it!" cursed Hallow before rolling his body and trying to stand up but was unable to move. "Help ." Hallow said while waving his yellow wings toward Ian who did nothing but watching him as he rolled on the ground.
Ian's scarlet eyes passively stared at the chick making a scene for himself, "Explain what you ca for this ti."
"I didn't co for you!" humphed Hallow, "I ca because Elly promised to knit a cloak to protect myself against winter and ca here to ask her for it!" Hallow then exerted his non-existent stomach muscle to help him stand up to no avail. "Help get up." requested Hallow as he reached out his right wing toward him.
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