You know how sometimes you have nothing better to do than to watch your washing machine wash your clothes? Or maybe you don't, in which I should tell you that it's like watching a wormhole open up. Your clothes enter the wormhole and somehow come out like brand new. As if they were never dirty. It looks kind of painful, being tossed around and sucked into matter until you are whatever you are when you get spat out. I wonder if this is how my clothes felt when they came out of the dryer? Like, "Wait, wasn't I dirty at one point?" or something like that. When one thinks of the end, they are also looking forward to the beginning. I think that is something I heard somewhere at some point from someone...
I suppose waking up in a bed full of pretty boys before they become pretty boys and noticing that one has been staring at you would be pretty weird. Well, whatever, the real point is
"So, we're all just going to sit here and eat desert like nothing happened?" I kept my gaze on my lap. We were at the mage's tower surrounded by mountains of sweets, while mages continued to stare at us from a slightly open door.
"Yep." Bernard took another big bite of cake. I watched him eat for a while before taking another cookie. That's fair I guess.
"What now?" Victor sighed.
"We forget about everything, maybe?" Leo shrugged.
"Should we really?" Eliza grumbled before glaring at me. I avoided eye contact and took another cookie, "I still want to know how you know so much about curses?" I shrugged.
"I don't know." Eliza glowered at me.
"No. You do know, so spill it."
"Mysteries of the universe."
"Ever." Victor looked at me. I flinched and looked at my lap. "Why?"
Why...? Why what?
Why don't you remember anything?
Why do you know about curses?
Why are you so different from how I remember you?
Why do you want to run away?
Why won't you look at me anymore?
Which one was it? There was so many things I'll never be able to answer. If the temple found out that I knew about curses, what would happen to me? My parents would flip, accuse me of possessing their son. No, I suppose that was what happened. What was I supposed to say? There was no way I could say anything. I don't have any right to, but still...
"Do... you think I wanted this..? I don't like this either..." I muttered. Yeah. I'm a victim here too. I never wanted to be here, to be hit by a truck, or to become some character in a novel. No, that's not entirely true. Novels have always been my escape, easier to live in than reality. I bitterly wanted to escape from my life, but I never really wanted that. I enjoyed my life. I loved my parents who tried to get me to marry every single time I saw them. I loved my soul crushing job. I loved my home. I loved my life as it was. It wasn't perfect but it was safe. I didn't need to worry about money or getting hurt or seeing ghosts. The worst thing that I needed to worry about was avoiding marriage and relationships.
"In any case, we never got to see that magic circle." Leo sighed. I flinched. Collen sighed,
"Yes. The mages did a wonderful job clearing that up, didn't they?"
"There a problem with taking out the trash?" Silva brought his tea to his lips. Collen chuckled,
"Oh, no. No problem at all. So long as no traces of the magic exist."
"If you don't mind me asking, Cain, how did you manage to get capture?" Victor cleared his throat awkwardly. He peeked at me briefly before turning his attention on Sil... wait, hold on... who..?
I turned to look at the boy I has called Silva. Long, flowing silver hair swayed around him like fine silk over porcelain skin, and ruby, red eyes. I swallowed hard, and looked away. Why? Why didn't I notice sooner?! The final boss..! The final boss is here?! He looked at me briefly before smiling into his tea cup, chuckling,
"Oh? How long have you all known?"
"From the very beginning." Eliza glared at him. I coughed. Seriously?! All of them new from the start? Then why didn't they say anything?
"It pays to have information, after all." Leo took another piece of cake. My jaw dropped; seriously why didn't you say anything??
Cain chuckled, "Then you should know that I'm only a mage's egg. I haven't gone through my awakening yet therefore my powers are unstable." The rest of them gave him a look. I sighed,
"Guess that makes sense." Victor groaned when he heard me say that.
"No, Ever. It doesn't. He was thinking about trying to deflect a curse. You don't think about doing that casually. It's dangerous." he looked towards Collen, who continued,
"If you truly weren't awakened, there is no way you would have tried to deflect anything. The backlash would have been catastrophic."
"Catastrophic, how?" I asked.
"He could have had his entire being warped." I looked at Cain in horror,
"And you were planning on trying anyway?! How can you be so reckless?!" I exclaimed. Cain stared at me in shock.
"Is that really how you interpreted that?!" Eliza sputtered. I tilted my head,
"How else could I interpret that?" Cain smiled,
"Ever." he called gently, "I promise next time I'll bring you their heads." he said, sweetly. I turned green.
"Please don't bring something so morbid up so casually. I want to keep my food down." Cain laughed. This is why you don't befriend psychopaths.... or final bosses...