The Master teleported me back to my cell and shoved me against the wall as soon as we regained physical form. It didn't hurt much, since I was still transformed, but the Master's strength was obvious. When they left, I quickly discovered that the hole in my cell's magic-proofing was closed again. Though that was disappointing, I wasn't dwelling on it. I had no desire to go back to the plaza or the field. My back was exhausted from powering wings, and the Atva practice hadn't helped. Then, I remembered Anahid. Whoever he was, he had been silent for my last transformation.
Because you were busy.
I jumped and looked around the room with my beady eagle eyes, expecting to see someone, but I already knew that the room was utterly empty. The voice was in my head. Who are you? I thought.
Anahid, your arkaetre, and your only ally in this corrupted place. The voice paused pensively. You've been through a lot.
How do you know what's happened? You've only seen glimpses through my eyes in the field.
As a Dark arkaetre, I can see all of your thoughts. Our minds are linked.
So, what do you make of all this, Anahid?
Anahid shivered in my mind. Dark is bad. That is all I know for sure. Go back to your human form. You're sapping both my strength and yours by staying like this.
I sighed. All right. Merus.
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DARKLIGHT
FantasySiderion is mere minutes away from becoming a member of the Order and earning his first rank stripe when Serkha City is attacked and his life is changed forever. Thrown away from everything he holds dear, he must scramble for answers as his moral gr...
