Unknown location, Dragonia City, Dragonia District - 1st December 1023 bce
Rachelle is pushed to sit on her knees in the center of some metal chamber that has no windows; a small ball of light at what she thinks is the top of the room. The door slams shut behind her with a loud thud, making her jump.
In front of her is some stand made from some dark magic of some type. She counts seven people, three of them being females and four of them being males.
She sees a fairy in the centre with white transparent wings, blue skin, black eyes, and silver hair, to his left is some ogre, female, a male sun elf with his brown skin and golden long soft hair, and a female moon elf with its silver soft hair and sky blue skin.
To the fairy’s right is a changeling, she can’t quiet tell what their gender is but she can tell their skin colour is a light blue almost grey and that they have hair that goes down past their back, almost the same colour as their skin.
Next to them, in some male siren placed next to him, Rachelle could swear that anyone could fall in love with him. She looks up as a tall, lean, white skin male with only one eyeball on the centre of his face, his mouth closer to his chin.
Stands up and leaves the room only to come back in a couple of seconds later. In his hands are fifteen scrolls each one labeled;
- ‘First Year’
- ’Second Year’
- ‘Third Year’
- ‘Fourth Year’
- ‘Fifth Year’
- ‘Sixth Year’
- ‘Seventh Year’
- ‘Eighth Year’
- ‘Ninth Year’
- ‘Tenth Year’
- ‘Eleventh Year’
- ‘Twelfth Year’
- ‘Thirteenth Year’
- ‘Fourteenth Year’
- ‘Fifteenth Year’
Rachelle sits motionless as the floor transforms into a black mist. On her left, there is a gauntlet with armored claws on a pedestal. The pointer finger of the gauntlet is raised with a blue flame emanating from it, some type of clear water below both of them.
The second armored hand with claw fingernails holding its hand over a stone bowl filled with only something she can assume is water. To her right, a circle table slowly rises from the smoke. Once it is fully arisen, the ground forms back into a solid state. She relaxes her body a little.
She watches as the tall male walks over to the table, only having to take two steps, placing the scrolls on it. He picks up one of them labeled: ’Mortal 05-04-2001, Rachelle Lowanna Bugh’
“Rachelle Lowanna Bugh.”
The male fairy says grabbing a small pair of glasses from his pocket and putting them on his face. She watches as he scans over the scroll, each second passing by. She grows nervous as he says a mix of ‘I see’, ‘interesting’, ‘oh’, ‘hmm’, and ‘okay’.
The one eyed male starts talking, his voice squeaky:
“Please state your full mortal legal name and your age in front of the Magical Council of Protecting Mortals” He says, his voice echoing off the chamber walls. She swallows the lump in her throat and speaks.
“My full mortal name is Rachelle Lowanna Bugh; I turned 21 on April 5th of this year”
She says as the good-looking one clears his throat and picks up a piece of paper in front of him. To Rachelle his voice sounds as smooth as butter and as calm as the winter’s rain. She sees his hair is glimmering in the small amount of light from the roof; it’s silky and surely must be soft.
She is brought back to reality and broken out of her day dreams by the voice from the fairy snapping his tiny fingers and saying her name;
“Miss Bugh, Miss Bugh, MISS BUGH, I’m sure this is all too scary, but can you please cooperate with us and confirm which location you studied at? Was it Dragonia North for everyone gifted, Saxon Magical College, Hex University for the wicked, or Nightside Academy?”
He sighs; sounding almost annoyed at the fact she was off in her own little dream land.
“Sorry… I went to Dragonia North for everyone gift-“
She stops talking as the fairy cuts of her off with a question;
“Run by Lady Vandoe?”
“Yes, but-“
“When Arch mage Merlin and Arch mage Ambrose made her one of the master wizards. She took an oath to follow the set rules and to never break them and she broke them…”
The fairy sighs, rubbing his eyes. Annoyed with the events that’s unfolded. He sighs, looking down at Rachelle, trying to work out how she went unnoticed for fifteen years. Why is he and the rest of the council only dealing with it?
A gem bag is soon placed in front of him; he opens it and sees there are three Emeralds, one sapphire, four rose quartz, one moonstone and seven pearls all in the main pocket. He quickly opens the value rising pocket to find two zircons, eight jade’s, one Ivory, one coral and one pearl. He takes a deep breath in as he looks into the goodies pocket, but to his surprise all that is in there are ten pearls.
“You have 973,300 worth of gems in your gem bag… Tell me, mortal… What is your job in our world?”
Rachelle takes a breath in and lets it out slowly, hoping it would calm her nerves. She watches as he is soon handed a piece of paper with some type of writing on it. He looks back into the bag and counts the gems again.
“I am working as a Soothsayer… Where I come fr-“
“Yes, I know on the mortal world they are called furtune tellers… Soothsayers are very rare in our world and very sacred while in your world… they are at every corner, some if not a lot claiming they know yours and everyone else’s future for a certain amount of money.”
He states as he flips over the page, reading another one. Rachelle could get a glimpse at the cover marked ‘Gem Add-ups’ which, if she remembers right was this world Taxes. She can tell it is at least three pages long.
She looks up as the fairy clears his throat; the tall troll grabs a scroll and puts it in the dragon hands above the gauntlet the flame already lit. The scroll burning away and falling into the water below it, the room’s black colour starting to vanish.
“Let’s start at the start, shall we?” the fairy asks.
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