"Hmmm, Executos. What a dangerous sounding name... so, what's your expression and what were doing in the Instiv regions?"
Her slow aged voice bore down on the young boy named Executos, thoughts firing about as he sat fidgeting on the cold floor, the air frigid with cold En.
"I uhh, had left home to begin a long journey but uhh something happened which forced me to sleep under a black tree and when I had woken up I found myself chained and shackled in a slave convoy. Things got messy as strange events occurred in the night then I found myself here."
A truly brief summary of the horrible events that had taken place in Executos' short journey ever since he had left the Telemenphen estate.
Her old decrepit gaze steadily sizing up the nervous boy as she cocked her head to the side. Her mind buzzing with thoughts till she muttered.
"royalty."
"I'm sorry what?"
His question was met with silence as her old gaze fluttered about, carefully observing the nervous young boy.
"Boy, do you see me?"
A long silence enveloped the room as the young boy who had quivered like a leaf now sat still, his mouth widened in shock.
'ah'
Nobody had ever asked him that question since he had woken up in this unique location hence the directness ensured by the old lady of whom he could not see left him momentarily, stunned.
"Well boy, do you see me or not?"
Snapped back to reality by the slightly annoyed voice, he answered back, his tone unsure and strangely mournful
"well, to put it simply, I guess not."
Her eyelids widened in question, as she spoke once again.
"what do you mean by that?"
...
...
...
"Before I arrived here, I could see perfectly fine but after a uhh strange situation I then suddenly found myself seeing nothing but darkness."
Executos' voice sounded cold and apathetic but beneath that apathy a sense of longing and misery plagued his words. Words that sounded more like a plea for help than a description of events and that sense of pained and hidden description were heard by old lady.
Pursing her lips, she turned and walked away, her voice trailing behind.
"Rest now boy, tomorrow you shall see once more."
***
"Ingrid are you listening?!"
Solarya's annoyed voice beckoned towards the dazed young girl, her expression being one of a lost child as her mind drifted through imaginary scenario's.
Seeing her voice was ignored, Solarya approached with annoyed steps, her bright green dress swaying left and right with each step she took. Reaching her target, she violently shook the dazed being, light returning to her eyes as she flustered about.
Solarya's annoyed expression hardened as she spoke, the venom of displeasure poisoning her words.
"So?!"
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Drawing a blank, Ingrid answered in a confused tone her eyes darting as she struggled to face the stern brown eyes that bore down on her.
"So, what?"
Letting a quiet sigh escape from her, Solarya tsked as she made her way back to the elevated position she had previously left, and she spoke.
"We plan on sending you to a prep school for it seems you had already awakened your technique and the corresponding focal point hence the send off. Now tell me what I said before I did what I did."
A highly inquisitive question that left the pale Ingrid quivering from sudden stress,
"uhhh, uhhh, uhhh...?"
Muttering the incoherent words of ignorance left Solarya highly displeased as she shook her head in agony, her eyes flitering with unknown emotions that carried her throughout this dragging lesson.
"sigh, I had said that a technique is the corresponding circuit that is both transcribed within the body and soul, the focal point being the energy source powering the technique and it being the bridge between the two completing the technique. Do you now understand?"
Annoyance was laced within her voice as she continued.
"Now in your case, your technique has being severely warped and transfigured becoming something completely different from what it used to be originally. Any questions."
Her stern gaze landing on the pondering Ingrid, seeing this wisps of lights flashed quickly throughout the room dragging the deep in thought Ingrid up to the sobering reality of Solarya's unkind gaze. Seeing this, she wanted nothing more than to run away but she quickly spoke, agreeing completely with the heavily vexed Solarya
"Yes, Yes I perfectly understand and have no questions. May you please continue."
Her eyes locked dead towards the bowed figure of Ingrid, she exasperated quietly and continued with her explanation.
"Since we are a family that lives in the high lands, this teaching environment is not suitable to train you regarding you already bizarre technique hence we decided to send you to a school to give you the proper opportunities to help you grow. With that do you have any questions??"
"Yes, Miss Solarya."
Giving her the go ahead, Ingrid spoke once more, her question shocking the usually staid Solarya.
"Uh, my question is, what happened to my original technique such that the one I already have is this different?"
Her eyes narrowed as she studied the porcelain doll before her, steel grey eyes and hair as black as a colorless night. Draped in sky blue robes that hid her now nourished figure, she turned away from her and approached the black board.
Scribbling incoherent symbols and words, she turned and pointed towards her student.
"Do you understand what I wrote?"
Looking at the strange symbols and words, a sudden headache befell Ingrid as she felt dizzy. Quickly turning from the board, she spoke in an unsure tone
"n-no."
"Then you don't need to know the answer to your question. All you need to know is that you have a new technique and its different from the one you already had, do you understand?"
Locking eyes with her student, Ingrid felt pressured to answer but her teacher continued leaving the words of agreement stuck on her throat.
"Besides, with you current technique it shouldn't bother you whether you had a special technique before. All you need to know is that you are a nascent on this new path and special growth is required to develop yourself, clear."
"Yes Miss Solarya."
Ingrid spoke, shutting down her doubts and questions except for one,
"Miss Solarya, where would I be going, you know to develop my technique?"
The question hung in the room as Solarya made his way toward the burgundy doors, her dress swishing about as her heels clacked against the marble floors. Reaching the doors, she spoke.
"Rivaegerlon."
With that she left the study room, Ingrid softly muttering,
"Rivaegerlon."