04-19-2015, 05:19 PM
With the fire out and more condemning eyes ousting the wizard girl from the crowds of people, the Prime scrambled away from the hordes of people who swarmed around the recent disaster. With a final glance over her shoulder she caught sight of people watching her leave, some spoke in whispers while others blatantly theorized Caira as the arsonist. Suddenly she felt a violent shove throw her from her feet. Her eyes fell on the stationary crowd that only continued to swell with size as time passed. Another thrust from a nearby citizen threatened to make the girl trip and fall into the ground. Caira offered a glance that was corroded by a flare of anger in the direction the disruption had come from.
“You burnt it! Didn’t you Prime!” A voice called to her as she picked up her pace and rubbed her lower rib, she would evade this crowd at all cost. Did she really look like someone who would have set fire to a building? Maybe it wasn’t just a normal house fire, or maybe there were still pieces of this puzzle that needed to be put together.
There were many places to be searched in Minas Tirith, so what were they doing here? Sure, Caira trusted Casmeas but that didn’t mean he was correct. Mage or not, people could be proven wrong. Her eyes wandered the endless streets that were notably cleaner than the ones she had briefly visited prior and she attempted to determine which direction she should go. She now felt the cold bane of solitude. Where had TBG gone? Hm... Probably got a clue on Magus. Meanwhile, I’m stuck here, but hey, it was good I put out that fire. Had someone been inside, Caira would have been the first to respond. The Prime’s glowing eyes met a familiar form, it was Caren the Beezle. The bee colored robot flew towards her before levitating above the ground directly in front of her.
“Oh hey there, did you happen to see where TBG went? I wonder if you could get a birds-eye view for me. Just above the buildings,” Caira smiled to the helpful creature and the robot seemed to nod in response before abruptly bursting into the open air, sweeping the scene, and returning to a gentle hover.
“Looks like she and the others went off that way, that’s what my scanners say at least.” Caren offered before following Caira’s immediate pace. “Oh, will we be meeting up with them instead of...” Her robotic voice drifted off so as to not confirm their goals out loud.
“That’s right. I have full confidence that TBG has found him already or is hot on his trail. She’s a sharp robot.” Caira winked to Caren, who beamed at the Prime’s reverence.
The streets seemed to twist and coil with every step she took. Around every turned corner, Caira expected to see TBG and her other allies. Around every one, she saw nothing and no one that she recognized. Heads bobbed and the blurred faces of strangers passed by in her haste. What was worse, Caira didn’t know much about the capital city, nor did the girl know where she was going. She had passed by some strange fellows in cloaks but was in too much of a rush to investigate their peculiar existence. As time flew she later shook her head in disappointment and remembered that it was possible Magus was working with the People’s Army. It was entirely possible that those fellows in dark capes could have been them. With an emphasized palm to her forehead, Caira finally decided to ask for help. After all, every second she lost was another chance for Magus to get away. If he escaped, the injustice he committed would never be paid for. Caira not only fought for her belief of right and wrong but for her own purpose in the careful balance of these two variables.
Careful footsteps carried her to a figure who was hobbling down the shaded cobblestone streets and the naive girl’s heart leapt out to the person who seemed to be walking as though he was plagued with an illness. From behind, Caira observed the figure had a wrinkly hood clumped over a stout looking head and a cape that gushed like a stream to the elderly person’s heels. She used her poor navigation skills as excuse to approach the frail figure, who seemed to be veering his face away from the light.
The girl’s feet lightly brushed against the ground however instinct suddenly gripped her gut and caused her to pause with a faltering pace. Alert eyes fell on the cloaked figure for the frozen moment before Caira’s gaze swept her sides as she became aware of all directions. In the distance she saw TBG growing closer, however relief didn’t flood into Caira’s chilled veins as she would have hoped. Anticipation made her heart quiver and a strong sense of fate stirred in the ebbing waves of wind. It was as though they were destined to reunite at this very street.
TBG approached from the opposite angle (across from Caira) and was much further up the street (past the two of them.) The robot girl walked with the others. The moment her eyes fell on Caira, she knew that the stagnant motionless girl had seen something. It was written plainly on her suddenly sharpened features. The robot could practically taste the frozen wavelength of Caira’s shock, even from the distance that spanned between them. It would take TBG another few strides to finally see the reason behind Caira’s distinguished expression.
“Beezles, you go down the streets that surround this place and block each one. You will be our support and will prove to be very instrumental so that we can have no reason but to succeed.” TBG commanded as her tone edged with determination.
They obeyed her demand with speed but only after departing with a silent and knowing nod. They retraced the pathways they had taken before the robots followed the side streets that once again lead them to the empty central street. Everyone must have been quenching the fire or trying to get the latest gossip on the rumors that surrounded it. This was lucky, at least for Caira, who wanted no casualties to result from the standoff that would soon commence. The hooded figure was surrounded -or rather had nowhere to escape- and Caira threw caution to the wind, took a large gulp of air and braced herself as she was carried by her courage forward.
As her step brought her closer, the Prime tensed and braced for the fall of her enemy's wrath upon her. She came upon him and caught a glimpse of his distinguished face as she uttered his name with new revelation, "Magus..."
The girl didn’t have to look up to the sky to know where the sun hung. It was the customary time for a duel. It was high noon.
“You burnt it! Didn’t you Prime!” A voice called to her as she picked up her pace and rubbed her lower rib, she would evade this crowd at all cost. Did she really look like someone who would have set fire to a building? Maybe it wasn’t just a normal house fire, or maybe there were still pieces of this puzzle that needed to be put together.
There were many places to be searched in Minas Tirith, so what were they doing here? Sure, Caira trusted Casmeas but that didn’t mean he was correct. Mage or not, people could be proven wrong. Her eyes wandered the endless streets that were notably cleaner than the ones she had briefly visited prior and she attempted to determine which direction she should go. She now felt the cold bane of solitude. Where had TBG gone? Hm... Probably got a clue on Magus. Meanwhile, I’m stuck here, but hey, it was good I put out that fire. Had someone been inside, Caira would have been the first to respond. The Prime’s glowing eyes met a familiar form, it was Caren the Beezle. The bee colored robot flew towards her before levitating above the ground directly in front of her.
“Oh hey there, did you happen to see where TBG went? I wonder if you could get a birds-eye view for me. Just above the buildings,” Caira smiled to the helpful creature and the robot seemed to nod in response before abruptly bursting into the open air, sweeping the scene, and returning to a gentle hover.
“Looks like she and the others went off that way, that’s what my scanners say at least.” Caren offered before following Caira’s immediate pace. “Oh, will we be meeting up with them instead of...” Her robotic voice drifted off so as to not confirm their goals out loud.
“That’s right. I have full confidence that TBG has found him already or is hot on his trail. She’s a sharp robot.” Caira winked to Caren, who beamed at the Prime’s reverence.
The streets seemed to twist and coil with every step she took. Around every turned corner, Caira expected to see TBG and her other allies. Around every one, she saw nothing and no one that she recognized. Heads bobbed and the blurred faces of strangers passed by in her haste. What was worse, Caira didn’t know much about the capital city, nor did the girl know where she was going. She had passed by some strange fellows in cloaks but was in too much of a rush to investigate their peculiar existence. As time flew she later shook her head in disappointment and remembered that it was possible Magus was working with the People’s Army. It was entirely possible that those fellows in dark capes could have been them. With an emphasized palm to her forehead, Caira finally decided to ask for help. After all, every second she lost was another chance for Magus to get away. If he escaped, the injustice he committed would never be paid for. Caira not only fought for her belief of right and wrong but for her own purpose in the careful balance of these two variables.
Careful footsteps carried her to a figure who was hobbling down the shaded cobblestone streets and the naive girl’s heart leapt out to the person who seemed to be walking as though he was plagued with an illness. From behind, Caira observed the figure had a wrinkly hood clumped over a stout looking head and a cape that gushed like a stream to the elderly person’s heels. She used her poor navigation skills as excuse to approach the frail figure, who seemed to be veering his face away from the light.
The girl’s feet lightly brushed against the ground however instinct suddenly gripped her gut and caused her to pause with a faltering pace. Alert eyes fell on the cloaked figure for the frozen moment before Caira’s gaze swept her sides as she became aware of all directions. In the distance she saw TBG growing closer, however relief didn’t flood into Caira’s chilled veins as she would have hoped. Anticipation made her heart quiver and a strong sense of fate stirred in the ebbing waves of wind. It was as though they were destined to reunite at this very street.
TBG approached from the opposite angle (across from Caira) and was much further up the street (past the two of them.) The robot girl walked with the others. The moment her eyes fell on Caira, she knew that the stagnant motionless girl had seen something. It was written plainly on her suddenly sharpened features. The robot could practically taste the frozen wavelength of Caira’s shock, even from the distance that spanned between them. It would take TBG another few strides to finally see the reason behind Caira’s distinguished expression.
“Beezles, you go down the streets that surround this place and block each one. You will be our support and will prove to be very instrumental so that we can have no reason but to succeed.” TBG commanded as her tone edged with determination.
They obeyed her demand with speed but only after departing with a silent and knowing nod. They retraced the pathways they had taken before the robots followed the side streets that once again lead them to the empty central street. Everyone must have been quenching the fire or trying to get the latest gossip on the rumors that surrounded it. This was lucky, at least for Caira, who wanted no casualties to result from the standoff that would soon commence. The hooded figure was surrounded -or rather had nowhere to escape- and Caira threw caution to the wind, took a large gulp of air and braced herself as she was carried by her courage forward.
As her step brought her closer, the Prime tensed and braced for the fall of her enemy's wrath upon her. She came upon him and caught a glimpse of his distinguished face as she uttered his name with new revelation, "Magus..."
The girl didn’t have to look up to the sky to know where the sun hung. It was the customary time for a duel. It was high noon.