Chapter 20

Despite that day being traumatic for him, Crispin kept on living. Because of his experience as a child moving from place to place, he had no problem in being a wandering kid. Some people in towns would question why somebody as young as him would be alone with no parents, but he would just ignore and keep on moving.

His strange affinity for building tools and weapons quickly became a source of income for him. He realized that Mercenaries would pay high prices for these devices. Sometimes, if he got a lucky customer he could rank in almost 10000 kravens on a item.

However, the death of his parents continued to linger in his mind. Despite it being years since then, he could remember everything: the gunfire, the blood, and the murder. Everything was despicable.

How could the world be so cruel, he thought to himself. Was the world meant to be this, with people fighting over who is better and who isn't? His thoughts kept on wandering, and they continued to for years to come.

However, all of that changed when he met Rosamie.


"What do you mean you don't remember after that?" Philip said, "It'd be odd to remember somebody that important to you." The fire was dying down now, and Philip could only see Crispin from the faint glow the small fire was giving off.

"My memory of it is quite scattered and honestly quite fuzzy. I'm sorry that I don't remember it," Crispin said with a forgiving tone. Philip sighed. And he really wanted to know about the past of the man he was to travel with for god knows how long.

"With that being said," Philip's interest peaked up again, "Rosamie was... very important to me. It's the reason I brought my picture of her when I left with you."

Philip remembered that moment vividly...

"Be careful of what you say," the man responded, throwing the second man into the room immediately afterwards. It knocked over some things, including a picture and a mechanical device that looked like a weapon. Philip couldn't really tell.

He also noticed a picture of beautiful young woman on his desk. It was the one that fell over during his little scuffle. It had a crack in it, probably from the fall.

"Yeah, I remember that. I still feel bad about breaking that thing," Philip said with remorse.

"You're still caught up about that thing?" Crispin asked, "Like I said, it's no big deal, and it shouldn't be a big deal. It's just a frame, I can get it fixed."

Crispin looked at Philip for a second. He was surprising calm for somebody who had figured out that his new friend was half Magick. Despite this, he felt at ease, almost as if this gave him a sense of relief that he could be trusted.

"I thought you would be more aggressive to me," Crispin said, "With me being half Magick and all."

"Oh I suspected that from the beginning," Philip said with a cheery tone, "I just wanted to see if you would have gone along with it." This angered Crispin.

"You made me waste my time?!" he yelled.

"Not so loud my friend," Philip said, "But ever since you mentioned that Magick girl I knew from the beginning that you were part Magick. And with that being said..." Philip got much more serious for a second.

"...If I find you acting out of line, I will not hesitate to kill you where you stand." Crispin looked at him and turned his head away almost as quickly as his mood changed.

"And I know you're lying about the Rosamie thing. There's something you're hiding from me." If looks could kill, Philip's would.

Crispin gave in. "Fine, I'll tell you."


Mia woke with a jolt, shaking and sweating where she sat. It was another nightmare. The same one she has had for several months now.

She knew it wasn't any ordinary nightmare either. Between the vividness of it and the reoccurence of it, she knew it was a premonition of the future.

Her mother spoke of them and said that certain Magicks, especially ones with Kotai abilities, will have them. Since both her and Vanessa have Kotai abilities, they over the years have become susceptible to these forms of dreams.

Vanessa came rushing in, as if Mia had robbed or something of the sort.

"Mia," she cried out, "Are you alright?" Mia shook her head quickly.

"Yeah, I'm fine!" she cried out quickly, "It was just a bad dream, that's all!"

"You've been having bad dreams a lot lately. Don't tell you've been having those visions again." Mia sighed, and then nodded. She couldn't lie to her sister.

"...Yes, I have. And I don't know what to do. I can't remember exactly when they started. All I know is that I've been having them and all I can see is death. Everyone I see is dying in these visions. Even people I don't know yet."

Vanessa, who is always concerned for her sister, was especially concerned now. Her sister was always a sensitive one, so much so that she even cried when she saw a dead animal on the road.

"Don't cry Mia," Vanessa told her twin. They had just passed a dead kitten on the side of the road and Mia started crying because of that. Thankfully, nobody was out and about, otherwise they would have gotten concerned looks from people.

"But it looked so cute!" Mia said through her tears, "Something as adorable as it is shouldn't be able to die."

Vanessa went in front of her and grabbed her by the shoulders and looked her straight in the eyes.

"I know it's sad, but you gotta keep a hold of yourself. These things happen and sometimes you can't control it!"

That is moment I'll never forget, Vanessa thought. However, Mia was older now and could handle herself.

"You sure you're gonna be okay?" Vanessa asked.

"Yeah, I'll be fine," Mia responded with glee, "No need to worry about little old me." And with that Vanessa left the room.

Mia lied down back in bed. She was lying. She wasn't fine. And with that, she cried in silence so that her sister wouldn't hear.