Aranea was raised all of her life in the slum of town, she made a living off of stealing from the rich, and although she didn't enjoy being a thief, she had to do what she could to survive. One day, she had spotted a beautiful and fancy looking carriage that was going across the town. And naturally, being a thief like she was, she had sneaked into the carriage while no one was looking, and took a golden jewel encrusted mirror from it. But being as clumsy as she was, she got caught by the woman who was in the carriage. And That exact woman happened to be an old yet powerful witch. The witch was furious with Aranea, and had cursed her with a burn, a burn that had covered the entire right side of her face.
Why would these worlds collide? Well..
It all started with a necklace.
A young wizard walked through one of the more gaudy towns he lived in, shining cars jetting past him. He didn't even notice the girl sneaking into the glass doors of the doubly gaudy jewelry store across the street. He carried a small bag containing a spell of beauty for some woman determined to be beautiful in her ripe age. Before he could contemplate what he would say, he heard yelling, rapid footsteps, and a loud siren-kind of noise. The next thing he knew, he had stumbled back on the pavement, nearly falling into the path of an oncoming car.
The boy turned on his heel, about to criticize the clumsy person for bumping him, but instead stopped short. The person who stood in front of him was a girl. Not too far from his age, wearing a brown, almost ratty tunic with a black belt and long boots. She had long brown hair that fell over her shoulder in a braid. Her plaid skirt just above her knees. The most prominent thing about her though, was the burn that seared the side of her face. And the priceless sapphire necklace dangling helplessly from her hand.
Him, the one that was run into, wearing his usual large cap upon his head that was filled with straight, long blonde hair, opened his mouth to speak, but no words escaped his thin lips. He just drilled holes in her with his eyes, staring for a split second, and then taking action. He took off his usual cloak, a black cloak, plain and simple. He revealed his own outfit, a loose cream colored shirt, much like a hoodie, with a few buttons starting at his bicep. He wore a black checkered dress shirt under it, a red tie showing brightly under it. the short sleeves of the mock hoodie were covered at the end by his cuffed, rolled up dress shirt. His black-red painted nails swept over the button in the cloak as he wrapped it around the girl standing in front of him. Her brought the hood up over her head, tucking her braid behind her and winking, grabbing the necklace and putting it in the bag that held the spell. He could make another later.
they linked arms, starting to walk away from the jewelry store. When the police guard rushed by him, the wizard stuck out a finger, pointing at him. He promptly cleared the memory of the previous few minutes, the description of the girl from the store, what he was looking for and why exactly he was running in the street, tooting his whistle. When the dazed look left the guard's eyes, Basil gave a polite nod and went on his way.
That is how both of their lives changed.
The girl finally introduced herself, the wizard promptly doing so after. Aranea being the girl, Basil the boy. After Basil's clothes had been given back, Aranea immediately asked for a job. Basil couldn't comply; he honestly didn't have the funds to pay the girl, much less support him and his apprentice.
The girl wasn't so easily swayed to Basil's dismay.
She badgered him for the whole day, following him and touching his elbow, which she quickly found Basil didn't like. When night fell and Basil was still out, searching for apothecary supplies for his next potions, she was still persisting. He even gave her his cloak, to be gentlemanly of course, since with the night came cold.
Basil went home... And brought Aranea with him. She'd cracked him, yes. Unfortunately. Basil laid the rules. She'd clean, but he wouldn't pay except in giving her a place to sya and substancial meals; he didn't have anything else to give. Of course the girl accepted gratefully, and that is where our story begins.
The boy turned on his heel, about to criticize the clumsy person for bumping him, but instead stopped short. The person who stood in front of him was a girl. Not too far from his age, wearing a brown, almost ratty tunic with a black belt and long boots. She had long brown hair that fell over her shoulder in a braid. Her plaid skirt just above her knees. The most prominent thing about her though, was the burn that seared the side of her face. And the priceless sapphire necklace dangling helplessly from her hand.
Him, the one that was run into, wearing his usual large cap upon his head that was filled with straight, long blonde hair, opened his mouth to speak, but no words escaped his thin lips. He just drilled holes in her with his eyes, staring for a split second, and then taking action. He took off his usual cloak, a black cloak, plain and simple. He revealed his own outfit, a loose cream colored shirt, much like a hoodie, with a few buttons starting at his bicep. He wore a black checkered dress shirt under it, a red tie showing brightly under it. the short sleeves of the mock hoodie were covered at the end by his cuffed, rolled up dress shirt. His black-red painted nails swept over the button in the cloak as he wrapped it around the girl standing in front of him. Her brought the hood up over her head, tucking her braid behind her and winking, grabbing the necklace and putting it in the bag that held the spell. He could make another later.
they linked arms, starting to walk away from the jewelry store. When the police guard rushed by him, the wizard stuck out a finger, pointing at him. He promptly cleared the memory of the previous few minutes, the description of the girl from the store, what he was looking for and why exactly he was running in the street, tooting his whistle. When the dazed look left the guard's eyes, Basil gave a polite nod and went on his way.
That is how both of their lives changed.
The girl finally introduced herself, the wizard promptly doing so after. Aranea being the girl, Basil the boy. After Basil's clothes had been given back, Aranea immediately asked for a job. Basil couldn't comply; he honestly didn't have the funds to pay the girl, much less support him and his apprentice.
The girl wasn't so easily swayed to Basil's dismay.
She badgered him for the whole day, following him and touching his elbow, which she quickly found Basil didn't like. When night fell and Basil was still out, searching for apothecary supplies for his next potions, she was still persisting. He even gave her his cloak, to be gentlemanly of course, since with the night came cold.
Basil went home... And brought Aranea with him. She'd cracked him, yes. Unfortunately. Basil laid the rules. She'd clean, but he wouldn't pay except in giving her a place to sya and substancial meals; he didn't have anything else to give. Of course the girl accepted gratefully, and that is where our story begins.
