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"The truth is, it all started when I was just a child. I was the only survivor of my village when they…" Chifya's words were hard to usher.

She remembers when she was just a child through luck and fate, she went to the forest playing all by herself. The day went dusk and as she returns, she saw a large smoke coming from her village.

Walk quickly turns to run, her heart beating, her breath in heavy panting, and as she runs towards her village what she saw was a gruesome massacre. She encounters an inhumane massacre that would soon mark her life.

She hid behind a tree as her eyes watch in pain, her people burn without mercy. People who tried to fight the enemy were brutally killed. Their heads roll, their inside splatter from the shear cut made by the mysterious people. Their magic differs and is powerful as they blast countless ice cones, flame-like bullets, but their eyes were different as if nothing.

One man that she can't forget, holding a scythe amused himself as he flicks and dodge every person that he encounters. She could still remember his face menacingly laughs as he guts and slice Chifya's people, family, and friends. He was very closed to her hiding spot; not long after he was able to detect her through his magical sense. She looks behind him to see all the children, children at her age maliciously drag to be caged in a wagon.

"Come here, child." The man said grim and dark.

"I won't let you!"

A fireball suddenly erupts to where the man stands, it did a little damage, but the man seems to be in high resistance. It was her mother, injured, her left arm cut, her clothes burned, blood-splattered her clothes.

Before the man could recover Chifya's mother quickly cast a teleportation spell towards Chifya. The man change direction towards her mother, she cast another spell, but the man seems to just flicker behind as he impaled her. The scythe went pierced through rupturing her inside, yet the man didn't let her as he again disappears and appear facing Chifya's mother. Cutting her arms and finally to her heart, Chifya's eye could not bear the sight of her mother's death as her mother cries towards her giving her a last smile.

"Live." That was her last word before the man could rip her chest.

Chifya screams calling her mother but soon she was teleported to a faraway distance. After being sent to another place, dig she dig where the teleportation circle slowly fades away. Her arms are cold and bleeding but still, she kept digging calling her mother.

Thunder roars, sky cries in the sorrow of her village death. Minutes turn to hours soon she stops digging and go for walking without a direction to follow trying to find her village. Soak, hungry, and cold, her body couldn't stand the harsh rain poured into the land. Her vision slowly blurred yet she kept her pace walking in lifeless sorrow. Thud, she falls flat waiting to die, until a man spots her.

Time slowly passed as she grew to her new home. And that time she investigates, collect information soon to find out that her past was caused by an organization that consists of stillmage. The world 'stillmage' burns through her, a breed that she despised to her life.

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Stillmage are people born with powerful magic, a special mage to be exact. You can sense the magical flow and the aura of a mage and even a normal person. Stillmage says otherwise, their magical flows and auras are undetectable, you can't even differentiate them from normal mages or humans.

It's said that the past thousands of years ago a war of stillmage was caused by one powerful stillmage. That it took all the twelve-arc sage, and the rest of the kingdoms to put a stop to his rampage. It is said that he was able to nearly destroy three kingdoms with his immeasurable magic.

"When we were at the market that's when I thought you are a stillmage, so I detect if you are a stillmage not to mention you are holding an ancient item. Knowing you have no magic I quickly confirmed that you are a stillmage. That's why I almost try to--" She turned around hoping to see Akatosh's face, to see if he could forgive her but what she saw was but a sleeping man slumbering like a graveyard.

What he did surly upsets her even more, she tucks her head looking down at his face succumbed to slumber. Remorse filled her; she can't think what to do to him.

Placing her hand to his neck in hesitation to choke him, a bottle of paralyzing sleeping potion she saw. With a right doze, she fell asleep laying atop Akatosh. They slept like a couple till daylight arrives.

Awoke, Akatosh could now move his body, the amount he'd taken last night was good a three drop was good enough. But he found himself in a direr situation. Chifya was there laying atop Akatosh covering him like a blanket.

Surprise, Akatosh slowly relinquished himself from her body and through his commotion, Chifya open her eyes.

"Ah… Morning?" Akatosh says to her.

She was silent that Akatosh thought she was not in a killing mode. But he was wrong, a punch nearly strikes his face. With a good reaction, he was able to parry her attack by just lowering his right arm before her hand could reach his face.

He thought that she could stop however, she again tries to punch Akatosh's face using her left arm, but it was futile as he again flows his hand touching her wrist grabbing her.

"Okay… I'm sorry for doing that thing to you last night, it's my mistake for not listening to a woman's story. I know that you have a dark past but--"

"What do you know about me!? You know nothing!" Chifya says as they struggle to pin each other.

Being tired of this, Akatosh was hyped in creating a black powder but this woman here. And with the right word and the right conversation.

"Look here Chifya, even if I were a stillmage that I don't know about. Do you think that I was the one who gave you a horrible past? Are you a hundred percent sure that it was me? Just because I was a stillmage doesn't mean I don't deserve to live, just because one seed only grows doesn't mean the other can't grow so you have to throw them away. When a baby was born stillmage would you killed that baby just because he/she was a stillmage and if that would be your child would you even dare just because a stillmage killed or do something to your family. C'mon wake up through your sense woman!"

Her resistance slowly diminishes. Akatosh's words strike through her unable to say a word. She didn't cry for today but felt utterly upset. Though Akatosh wasn't done yet.

Using intimidate words. "I know you may have a dark past but you're not the only one who had a gruesome past there are tons out there."

"It's okay if you cannot forgive me that's fine with me, I wasn't asking though. But I'm just a man who thinks a common sense not to be in a child's play."

"Shut up!" She exclaimed unable to look straight at Akatosh.

"Lying or not it's up to you," Akatosh says picking up his bag leaving her behind.

Akatosh didn't felt remorse nor guilt as he left the room. And when he opens the door to leave Chifya alone, Sheila was there standing right beside the door hearing our conversation.

"Saying that to a woman is not the right thing to do," Sheila said

"I know, but sometimes a child needs to be taught a thing," Akatosh says leaving her behind

"So, what are you going to do now," Sheila said.

"I need to gather something."

While walking downstairs Sheila went to Chifya's room trying to ease her…

"Chifya?" Sheila calls.

"He's right, I am truly being just a child."

"Chifya he… he is just saying things."

She gazes beyond the ceiling calmly easing her mind gathering her thoughts. Who knew that Akatosh's words could do a lot to her.