“Huh. So you did come.” She hopped off of the flower bed rim she had been sitting on. A dying rose fluttered down at the movement, but everything else stayed as still as it had always been. A small house on the top of a hill, covered in cinders, preceded by levels upon levels of perpetually crumbling rose bushes. Timmoth blinked, wondering why he ever decided it was a good idea to agree to Rina’s meeting. Her hard amber eyes, her murky green sweater, her bristly attitude, the fact that… she wore a dragon skull as a helmet. That part of her was a bit over-the-top. She just gave off a hostile feeling.
“Y’know, I was beginning to think you weren’t going to come at all,” she said, smirking. “But that wouldn’t have ended up very well, would it, Tim?”
That’s another reason. Rina was a little too powerful for a teenager. Even for an arcane hybrid like her.
“My name isn’t Tim, Rina. It’s Timmoth.”
“Timmoth is a stupid name. Do your parents just hate you or something?”
“Shut up. You said you had something important to tell me.”
Rina took off her helmet, shaking copper strands of hair out of her face.
“It’s about Castillo. He’s been bugging me, and like the good friend I am,” she paused, grinning at the annoyed expression on Timmoth’s face, “I’ve refrained from destroying his annoying little existence. The imp… he must be an imp, right?”
“Castillo is an imp, but how am I supposed to help with that? I mean sure, he’s my friend, but I can’t tell him what to do. And I don’t want him calling a dire wolf or something on me.” Timmoth sighed.
“Besides, Rina, why would you spare him? If he’s pulling some stupid pranks on you, I’m sure you have the temper to attack him.”
“Because you wouldn’t talk to me,” Rina said, seeing the hint of a smile on Timmoth’s face, started again. “I didn’t mean it like that, you idiot! I have standards. Besides, you’re a good person to keep around because of your giiiiiiiiiiiirlfriend.”
“I’m a messenger, Rina! I have to talk to people, okay? Just because my last client happened to be the duke’s daughter doesn’t mean I like her.”
“That still doesn’t explain why you hung around so long.”
Timmoth frowned and looked to the side.
“It’s fine, Timmoth. I’m just teasing you.”
“No you’re not.”
“Yes I am. Being sarcastic and overly satirical is what I use to lull people into friendship and then kill them.” she said, smiling.
Timmoth rolled his eyes.
“Anyway, Castillo isn’t the big problem. He’ll probably pull some idiotic stunt and be dead tommorow anyway. Have you heard of the Iraz Order?”
“Duh. It’s some renegade group of adventurers.”
“They’ve has found a new type of magic.”
“That’s bull. Somebody would’ve found it before them.”
“Obviously not. Runes are apparently real.”
“Big whoop. They’re not supposed to be very useful anyway.”
“Yeah, but…” She looked around, then grabbed Timmoth by the arm and started pulling him up the hill.
“Ow! What are you doing?”
She didn’t respond until they had safely made it to her cottage.
“They got a person who can make runes.”
“Again, big whoop. It’s a new type of magic, right?”
“No, they can create runes. Like, think of anything you want to happen, and they can create a rune that makes that happen. We’re going to stop them. This is very dangerous.”
Timmoth seemed at a loss for words, then took a potion off of a nearby shelf and held it out to her- no, at her.
Rina cocked her head, then began to shake it, smirking.
“Oh, I’m sorry, do you not like that? Are you afraid from the last time I did something like that, to Cascanova?”
“Don’t, Rina, just don’t.”
“Then don’t point that paralysis potion at me. “
“I’m sorry. This is just a precaution.”
“A PRECAUTION? Do you not remember before the cycling, when we were tiny, when we sat in our yards and stared at the squirrels chasing each other for hours? When we played tag by ourselves, and when you fell I rushed to get you a band-aid? When we went to school, and our biggest concern was who would do better in soccer? You were MY BEST FRIEND! And now…” she shouted, almost crying.
“Now… you’re afraid of me. Because your kind turned me into a monster and then shunned me for it. So don’t say it’s a fricking precaution, Timmoth. Say that you’re scared, and that you’re going to leave me here unable to move because you don’t have the courage to kill me, but don’t have the stupidity to keep me alive. Because the truth is the best type of evidence, isn’t it?”
Timmoth looked shocked, then blinked back a few tears of his own.
“I didn’t mean to, Rina, I swear-“
“Yes you did. Leave, paralyze me, or die. Take your pick.” she said, her words practically dripping with acid.
He threw the potion out the open window, then started sprinting down the hill.
I shouldn’t have come here. I shouldn’t.
To be continued…?