the failure of ice

my exception

Invoker: a person who has made a contract with a familiar whether it be as a partner relationship or slave and master relationship. How you treat your familiar is up to you, for it is your property.

The existence of invokers is a very contradictory matter, everyone wants to be one, but not everyone can be. Everyone has the capability to be an invoker, but you need the money. There are a total of 12 schools that any individual can attend to study and train to be an invoker, they will provide boarding and even your lifelong familiar. However, they are incredibly expensive. You may have to pay for your child to cross the country or even move to a different country altogether, you pay for boarding at one of the most prestigious schools in the world, you also pay for top of the end equipment and teachers. However, there are two exceptions to getting into the 12 schools.

Exception 1: You can be recommended to a school, but only from someone working within the school with a relatively high influence over the school eg a principal or a highly respected teacher. Exemption two: all payments are final no matter who the money comes from whether they are royalty or live in the slums nor does it matter how the individual got the money. They are completely unbiased and confidential. As long as you have the money, you have the education.

My father was a notorious criminal who would murder and steal to get what he wanted. And my mother was an honest hardworking woman who had just recently been hired at a highly respected bank. But it just so happened that the first day my mother was working there was the same day my father had planned to steal from it. During the robbery he saw her, she was terrified shaking all over, my father watched the fear consume her, he was excited. So he took her. She was kidnapped and controlled by him. I was the result of the repetitive and vicious rape of the most important person in my life, my mother. It disgusts me.

My father was a horrible man. He would beat me and my mother continuously, he did not know what love and compassion were. He turned my mother into and used her as an emotionless doll used for sex and an object to release his rage on. I think he liked the noise she made when she was in pain that’s why he kept her. And he probably didn’t kill me because he was going to do the same to me when I got older. every night I would listen to it. The cries of my mother being used, and the sinister laughter of my father enjoying her raw cry for help. Some nights he even made me watch he chained me to the wall in their room, it was horrible. He would choke her so that the veins would pop out all over her head and lock her down so she couldn’t move. He cut her, penetrated her and often looked at me to see what kind of reaction I would give to each act of torture as if he thrived off of it. This went on for 16 straight years. He truly was a monster.

One day my father had decided to rob a bank, he picked this place because it was common knowledge that only the rich would use this bank. He assumed it would contain large quantities of money at almost any given time. And he was right. He easily walked in strapped with a large knife and demanded cash. Once again he had succeeded and brought home an enormous amount of money, enough to make royalty shutter and enough to make the sun look away because it was so bright. He was a very good criminal. He was untraceable. And lived his life slowly without spending much money at a time in order to not be suspicious. We lived at home for a few weeks after that, during this time father would use mother endlessly.

However, my mother had somehow not given up. She had gotten in contact with the cheapest which also happened to be the closest invoker school. Imperium academy, roughly 400 miles from our current location. She had Enrolled me into imperium academy and ensured them that she had the money to pay them. She was told that within two days a teacher would arrive to receive the payment and take me back to the school. She had perfectly timed my enrolment so that I would smoothly integrate into the school at the beginning of the year so I wouldn’t have to join late and have it affect my studies. she had thought it through thoroughly and planned on using the stolen money as payment. The minimal age for enrolment was 15. I will be seventeen this year. Most people finish school at any of the 12 invoker schools at age 21. The initial enrolment payment covers all living expenses and every year of schooling. Convenient for people with money. At the time, I was completely unaware of mother’s plans.

'The day of the scheduled meeting between mother and the teacher'.

*knock knock* two knocks sounded from the door I looked at the door slightly shocked, we don’t really receive any visitors. For obvious reasons. Maybe it was fathers friend, how disgusting. My father was sloped into the old broken brown couch with holes all through it watching t.v. I waited for my father to get up and open the door but he never did, he just sat there and ignored it.*sound of running lightly* My mother came running from her room looking very flustered she was carrying a sealed suitcase that looked pretty heavy. She quickly opened the door and pushed the sealed suitcase onto the man outside and dragged him into the house.

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The man had dark black hair that fell down one side of his face and had the rest tied up in a ponytail falling to just above his neck. He was a tall thin but also sturdy, almost like a sprinter. The most eye-catching part about him though was the white robe he was wearing. A pure white robe that fit him perfectly. It went down just before the floor revealing sneakers. An interesting choice of clothes. However. That high-class robe that suited him perfectly, it represented, a teacher of the imperium academy.

My father turned around slowly and looked at my mother with these sinister eyes that would make a killer cringe, my father was neither smiling nor frowning he just stared directly at my mother with those horrible eyes. “What’s in the suitcase Asuka” the stern voice that came out of my father made my mother look to the floor and hold her hands together out of fear. “I asked you a question bitch!”. My mother didn’t speak. The tall man holding the suitcase stepped forward, and with a calm unwavering voice announced “ this suitcase contains Akiri Asunas enrolment fee, daughter of Mr and mss Asuna”.  “I rebuke it immediately!! You whore how dare you!”. My father quickly stood to his feet, understanding that the sealed suitcase contained the money he had stolen and the girl he used as his plaything tricked him,  he was infuriated. However, the teacher did not yield one bit instead he stepped forward and with a smile that oozed confidence and said “I’m sorry Mr Asuna all payments are final”

My father filled head to toe with rage reacted immediately. He ran straight towards the teacher. He looked like an animal with closed fists and a drooling mouth breathing heavily, intending to beat the teacher into nothing but dust. When just as my father was in striking distance. The man in the robe whispered.“FEAR”.after the teacher whispered these words, as if summoned the teacher was holding a long thin blade. The handle was the same thickness as the blade at around 1 quarter of the blades total length, on the side of the blade was a rain dragon and strange golden symbols carved into the side, the pointed tip of the blade was held up to my fathers throat slightly pressing into his neck without piercing it. My father didn’t dare walk any further. He looked the teacher in the eye. and after a few moments passed. The man staring into death tried opening his mouth to speak. But as soon as his lips moved.*slice*. Red liquid poured out of my fathers throat splashing onto the floor in dangerous amounts, but my father didn’t even notice. In roughly 4 seconds he died from loss of blood, it was absurdly fast. The blade had looked like it didn’t move at all, I didn’t even see where the blade came from. It scared me.

My father's dead body was convulsing on the floor as if being eaten by something. The tall man in the white robe turned to my mother as if my father's dead body wasn’t even there. he was no longer holding the katana, it disappeared again. “Fear will be the death of all men and women if not kept under control, ms Asuna, Once your daughter is enrolled she cannot be un-enroled, you understood this correct?” he looked at my mother seriously but not in a threatening way. “Yes”. The man then smiled and nodded. He turned to look at me and proceeded to say “ms Akira you are officially a student at imperium academy, my name is rain and I am the homeroom teacher for the class you will be joining”.

I fell to my knees and cried. Each tear filled with relief each tear filled with the lost years of freedom. In those few moments I tried crying away all the bad things my father had ever done to me, but it didn’t work. My mother fell to her knees and held me in her arms for the first time in 15 years. We were allowed to hold each other. I didn’t know what to do. So I just sat there and didn’t say a word. 

I looked up at the man who appeared to be a teacher from imperium academy and claimed to be called rain. He looked down at me and smiled, he put his hands on his hips and straightened his back as straight as it could go. “Missy I understand this is a very touching moment and I'm sorry to cut it short but it’s time for us to leave if we want to get to the academy on time”. I tilted my head and asked, “On time for what?”. “Tomorrow all the new students will be enrolled in class” he smiled and gave me the thumbs up in a playful way.

me and my mother both wiped our eyes and stood up. “What will you do without me mum?” I said beginning to tear up again but I managed to keep it down. “You don’t have time to worry about me I’ll be fine”. It was very rushed but we hugged one last time and I walked outside just behind rain and saw a fancy looking carriage pulled by two incredibly large and muscular horses with brown and white bodies. He stood to face me pointing his thumb over his shoulder smiling “best get moving”. I jumped in the back and waved at my mother as she quickly fell out of view being left in the distance along with the dirt being kicked up by the horses as they pushed forward.

For the rest of the trip, rain fell asleep in a really awkward position slumped over on his elbow leaning out the window, He looked funny “pffff” trying not to laugh too loud I let out a small sound of laughter. I sat there for the rest of the trip imagining what the academy would look like. How grand is this academy?

 I hope its beautiful