Username: Canary22
Name: Lycua
Gender: Female
Rank: Mage hunter
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Guild of ThievesPrompt:
Magic wasnβt a good thing in their life.
It was dishonest. Not what a true member should do with their abilities.
Magic was for the use of the lowest of the low, not for their family to tamper with.
Magic was cheating. Magic was lying. Magic was too powerful, magic was unfair, magic wasnβt true to the nature of hexes.
Magic was unnatural.
Yet, as Lycua looked around their city home for the first time, she found that hard to believe.
Magic was everywhere. It was amazing. All around her, hexes were creating wonderful things with magic. Some were sparring, one with eyes sharper than an eagleβs and claws as lethal as daggers, the other wearing what appeared to be a protective amulet, allowing him to avoid the other hexβs attacks with what seemed to be a never-ending stroke of luck. Street entertainers flipped into unusual forms of strange animals or changed the colours of inanimate objects, sometimes even changing the pelt colour of an audience member. A downtrodden stall advertised the healing of any ailment for only a small price, while the one next door offered to perform a visualisation of the near future for any client.
Uncertain of what to make of all this magic being used so liberally when they had been raised to believe it was inherently wrong, Lycua looked over at her sister, Daivat. Though the pair were young and had never been into the main city before, they both already had strong ideals about what the world should be like. Neither of them included magic. And sure enough, Daivatβs expression was sour, complete with a scowl and wrinkled nose. βIβm glad neither of us chose to study magic,β she stated. βItβs so bright. I canβt see how any of us would really need it, if we tried our best at what we do without it. Pa was right when he said it wasnβt for the noble hexes to practice.β
Lycua nodded her agreement, but she wasnβt as sure as her sister was on what magic should be.
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It had been many cycles since the pair had first met magic. They had parted ways with their parents but agreed to stay together in their travels. Over time, Daivat had become even more skeptical of magic and those who used it, while Lycuaβs admiration for the skills of mages only grew. So when a cool, dry winter and hot, dryer summer overtook their home village, making the usually scarce prey even harder to find, Lycua knew what she had to do.The ground was dry and dusty beneath her paws as Lycua made her way across the village. All the residents looks tired and thin, as one could expect in a time of hunger, yet today it hurt her more than ever to see everyone in such a state. Could she really help anything by following through with what her heart to do? There was no harm in trying, surely.
Her fur pricked as she entered the den. She felt as though the air was whispering to her, telling her warnings in a language nobody could understand. The earth seemed to be pushing in on her, constricting her breathing, but still she pressed on. Finally she reached the main chamber, padding over to the ancient hex sitting serenely in the centre. A tome was laid out at his paws and he was quietly chanting incantations under his breath, though Lycua could not see any effect they might have. He eyed her with an unreadable expression. βYou have come.β
βYes. Do you know why?β
He paused briefly, closed his eyes and took a deep breath. βNo.β
Lycua felt her chest constrict. This was it. There was no telling whether her family would still accept her after hearing of this. After all, it was dishonourable, wasnβt it? Dishonest, unnatural, cheating, not the way of hexes? Not to her, it wasnβt.
βI want you to teach me magic.β