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-Zita-Esme Vladescue.
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-AngelMage
| ABILITIES/SKILLS/EQUIPMENT: |
-She can speak fluent Greek and five other languages, make her own weapons, good with blades and Hand-to Hand
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-Zita-Esme, a strong voice ricocheted throughout my skull, so loud it hurt. You are summoned by the Council to decide the fate of your Journeyman status. I growled.
I’ll be there, Sire, I replied. Give me awhile to get there. I finished the soup I had been drinking, set it in the sink, and grabbed my jacket. I put it on and grabbed my motorcycle keys, heading to the garage. I was out in traffic a few minutes later. I cloaked myself in magic, pushed the throttle, and opened a portal, driving through.
I emerged on a gravel road as I passed through, driving up to the manor on top of the hill. I parked by the black Mazda and went inside to see all thirteen council members sitting at the dining room table, the other clan members behind them. I felt nauseous, but refused to show it as I straightened. I looked Firenze, the clan leader, in the eyes boldly. The corner of his mouth lifted ever so slightly, and I knew he was pleased with my actions.
“Zita-Esme,” his deep voice echoed, bouncing off of the vaulted ceiling. “Do you know why we have summoned you?”
“Nay, sir,” I replied.
“You have been summoned because you are the only one who is compatible with Angel Essence,” he said. “And since Viscardi was close to you, you have been chosen to be bound to his essence.” I felt my eyes widen, and I think I trembled a little. Angel Essence was like pure white fire, made from the energy an Angel leaves behind when they are killed, or die. Most humans to be bound to Angel Essence are either consumed by it, literally burned from the inside out, or go mad it is so powerful.
“Are you sure?” my voice came out soft. Firenze nodded, and I swallowed.
“When is it supposed to happen?” I asked.
“Today.”
I paled.
“So be it.”
I’ll be there, Sire, I replied. Give me awhile to get there. I finished the soup I had been drinking, set it in the sink, and grabbed my jacket. I put it on and grabbed my motorcycle keys, heading to the garage. I was out in traffic a few minutes later. I cloaked myself in magic, pushed the throttle, and opened a portal, driving through.
I emerged on a gravel road as I passed through, driving up to the manor on top of the hill. I parked by the black Mazda and went inside to see all thirteen council members sitting at the dining room table, the other clan members behind them. I felt nauseous, but refused to show it as I straightened. I looked Firenze, the clan leader, in the eyes boldly. The corner of his mouth lifted ever so slightly, and I knew he was pleased with my actions.
“Zita-Esme,” his deep voice echoed, bouncing off of the vaulted ceiling. “Do you know why we have summoned you?”
“Nay, sir,” I replied.
“You have been summoned because you are the only one who is compatible with Angel Essence,” he said. “And since Viscardi was close to you, you have been chosen to be bound to his essence.” I felt my eyes widen, and I think I trembled a little. Angel Essence was like pure white fire, made from the energy an Angel leaves behind when they are killed, or die. Most humans to be bound to Angel Essence are either consumed by it, literally burned from the inside out, or go mad it is so powerful.
“Are you sure?” my voice came out soft. Firenze nodded, and I swallowed.
“When is it supposed to happen?” I asked.
“Today.”
I paled.
“So be it.”
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