Demon Girl (A Summoner Fanfic)

Chapter Four

The next day, after uneventful lessons, he had an idea. Maybe the library would have some answers about the girl, or he could find out if there had ever been another similar capture.

With Jadling following, he walked out and to the musty, book filled library that the Academy had. Inside it was dark, and quiet. Row upon row of books towered far above his reach, and he inwardly groaned at the amount of them. How would he be able to get through all of them?

So, he decided to study pictures of ancient battles instead. Treading softly, though he didn’t know why, he went over and took down the first scroll. It yielded nothing.

On and on he went, going through as many as he could, until he reached something that seemed like what he needed. It was of Orc Chieftains, gathered around a white marble table, gremlins crowding around. Each had a demon of some sort, and Arye didn’t know the names of any of them. When he looked closer, he noticed one appeared to not have a demon, and then noticed that beside it was a human looking demon.

Arye almost shouted with excitement, and brought the scroll over to a table. It wasn’t the girl, he was certain. It looked like a middle-aged man, with great arcing wings that stretched out behind him. His eyes were ice blue, unnaturally blue, just like the girl’s were unnaturally green.

He rolled up the scroll again, and took it to the librarian, requesting to borrow it. He left soon after, and headed for the Provost’s office. He didn’t know where else to find the girl, and as he climbed the perfectly polished staircase he came up with an excuse to see her.

Reaching the ornately carved double doors, he knocked loudly three times. He was rewarded with a deep voiced, “Come in.”

With some difficulty he pushed open the doors, and stepped in.

“What do you want, boy?” The Provost asked, raising his head from his paper filled table. The girl wasn’t in sight, but Arye assumed this was because she was in one of the rooms.

“I... I was wondering if I could maybe see the demon, please?” Arye asked uncertainly, and then added, “I want to ask it a few questions concerning its ability to control minds. For my notes.” He was careful not to use terms such as she; for fear that the Provost wouldn’t agree it.

“She’s sleeping, but she won’t mind,” The Provost said, to Arye’s relief, “Take the first door on the left, it’s unlocked from the outside. When you want to come out, knock three times.”

“Thank you sir.” Arye would’ve sighed with relief, but it would’ve been too suspicious.

He walked over to the door, and gently opened it and walked in.

Unlike what the Provost had said, she was wide awake, watching him as he entered.

He was appalled at the state of her room, it was windowless, too small to be healthy, and it looked more like a prison cell than anything else. The punishment rooms were better than this.

When she saw it was him, she half smiled. He smiled back.

“I have something I want to show you. Do you mind if I can give it to you, and then have you take over my mind?” He asked, thinking the words as he said them. She nodded, and he handed the scroll over to her. Their eyes met again, and he felt himself sinking into her grasp.

I think it’s one of your kind. Arye said, slowly pointing at the eagle-winged man on the scroll.

Yes. He was to be our clan leader, but he disappeared before the ceremony could be held. What happened to him? Through their mental link he could feel her worry, and excitement.

I... He paused, worried about her reaction. Then he remembered she could feel his worry, and everything else, I would assume he died in battle. We are fighting those monsters, the orcs, so he would’ve been an enemy of ours.

She didn’t reply for a while, and he could feel her shock. He felt terrible for crushing her hopes, but he couldn’t lie to her.

He was my Father. Through the foggy view he saw a tear slide down her cheek. Arye, I don’t want to die. He tried to send a feeling of warmth and comfort, regretting even finding the scroll, but could find nothing inside him.

You won’t, I promise. I’ll... We’ll find a way to help you escape. I know we can do it. He thought to her, though they sounded empty in his mind. What is your name?

Maelin. You should go now. Time passes quickly when we are like this.

She released her hold quickly, too quickly, and looked away. Now he could see it wasn’t a single tear, but many.

“Maelin, I want to help.” Arye urged, trying to catch her eye. She resolutely shook her head, “Please, don’t make me go. We need to do something! I can’t just sit around, learning useless facts about demons I’ll never own, while I know you’re here locked up like an animal!”

“Go.” The word sounded twisted and strange, almost too accented to be understandable, but it was a word. Without saying anything further he turned and knocked on the door.

As he walked down the staircase, away from Maelin, he realised that he had left the scroll behind. The tear that fell down his cheek didn’t care, though.

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Hello! I wrote about half this chapter as part of Chapter Three, then realised that the lengths of my chapters were getting very out if hand. I hope you enjoyed this chapter, and as I keep forgetting to say, Happy Easter! I won't be updating as regularly after this, as I have a drama camp/workshop on, then after that I'm going camping. Remember to vote, comment and follow!