RI BRIGHTE The mage looked down at the piece of paper he was holding, hastily scribbled with the address of true location he was supposed to visit. Another orphanage now on the outskirts of the town, this one as old and forgotten by time as the other ones he'd visited. He might have just been unlucky, to find these types of orphanages, or Era just couldn't take care of its buildings. Most likely, it was the first one. Having said that, he walked towards the edge of the town, meeting less and less people the further forwards he walked- And the darker it got. He took the stupid decision to finish this "story" later in the day, and he hadn't realized that the changing seasons allowed for the night to come sooner than before. And so, at 4 PM in the afternoon, he gazed towards the setting sun. Hopefully, next time, he'll think more about this, especially when, probably, his life is at stake. Or, who knows? Maybe he could talk down the kid, after all. Doubtful, seeing that Ri couldn't actually talk. He still kept onto hope, though. Maybe the demon could read. But he doesn't have his glasses either. It's clear just how prepared he came for this meeting. Just as he expected, the orphanage was left in shambles. There was no sign of life, lights unlit, and the door left open, slowly creaking. That was not all. Beside the creepiness that the orphanage displayed, a keen eye would see the death that surrounded the building itself. Flowers and grass were dead and withering, but not because of the colder season, but because of the magical energy that seemed to ooze out of them, clearly affected by some type of dark magic. The ground itself was no longer brown, but a sick grey, that blended quite well between the rows of dead flora. Suffice to say, Ri was not at all surprised by this display. Creeped out? Yes. But not surprised. From what the merchant had told him, this child- Or rather, the thing that had possesed them- was nothing but pure evil, hellbent on destroying everything and anything in its path. Now, Ri was no religious man. But even he hoped that he wouldn't have to call a priest. He entered the orphanage, slowly, carefully, making the door creak even more as he opened it. Well, that's not a good start. He might have even woken up the dead with the amount of noise he just made. Still, the mage continued on, braving the chaos that was left behind by the fleeing children. Left and right thrown vases, destroyed couches, and torn paintings. One that stood out to him was that of a small girl, with twin-tails, smiling happily towards the painter. He didn't know if this child was a resident here- But her painting was one of the more affected ones, almost as if the being was angry at the girl present in the portrait. Thankfully, besides the mess, there was sign of life. He thought positively on this- The children might have had enough time to escape before the being caught them. He didn't let his mind wander to the other choice. After all, if -he- was thinking negatively, then who was there to find some positivity for the poor kids? As time passed, so did the sun, leaving the mage in pitch blackness. Suffice to say, he found himself quite lost in the disorder that was the orphanage's corridors and rooms. With a small sigh, he reached into his back pocket and took out his notebook. He's going to regret doing it, but he knows that at the moment- It doesn't matter. And just like that, he snaps his fingers, and electricity runs through the pages, lighting them aflame. With the little light he had bought himself, the mage continues to walk through the building, soon finding himself at the base of some stairs. Looking up, the moon's light shining through the large window allowed him to see more easily around him. Now, he had two choices: continue on, or turn around and hurry home. A smart man might have chosen the first one, but even he knows that he is no smart man. Especially right now, when he knows that he has to finish what he started. And just as soon as he stepped on the last stair, the notebook he had been using ran out of pages- And out of flame fodder. He sighed at his lack of luck for that night, but with the help of the moon, continued towards the far office, its door ajar, almost as if it was waiting for someone like him. He stepped closer, and gently placed his hand on the wooden surface, pushing the door open with a flinch, at the creak. The moment he opened the door, he had to quickly duck to the side, narrowly avoiding the shadowy bolt sent right for his head. He stood afterwards, and spared a glance where it had landed- on the hallway wall, leaving a black, inky, scorch mark behind. Ri's eyes set on the small child before him. She was smiling, unnatural and wide, eyes black and staring right at him. It looks like this one isn't one for talking. That's good. At the moment, Ri isn't one for it either. Although, he isn't one for death either, so he figured he has to end this quickly, and with as little blood as possible. His, or the kid's. For now, though, he stood, and stared at her, and the girl stared back at him. The quiet of the house had finally caught up with the mage, and only now he realized just how eerie it had gotten. With both of them not moving, there wasn't any other sound around them. Ri's finger needed only twitch, and he was suddenly met with the image of the child lunging for him, her arms spread wide, and black, inky, and sharp-looking claws, ready to slash and dice at him. Of course, the mage wouldn't let a little girl kill him- At least, for now- and with a light huff, he threw himself to the ground, forwards, in a roll, and behind her. As she re-gathered herself, Ri watched her closely. Her movements were sluggish, the being clearly not in full control of her body- Or just, it was getting used to it. He saw that as an advantage. The girl might have taken him by surprise once, but there wouldn't be a second time. And so, he slammed his fists together, before raising them in a defensive position. For now, he waited for the kid to make her move, and thankfully, he didn't need to stand there for long. She turned slowly towards him, arms trailing behind her, and with a demonic-sounding screech, she charged towards him, once again ready to slice him with her claws. But that wouldn't happen. Instead, as soon as she started to run, so did the mage, one of his now electrified arms moving towards the incoming claw- Or rather, the arm wielding it. Blocking the arm's movements with his left one, his right came in swift punch for her chest, pushing her back, and into the nearest wall. He didn't stand around for long. As soon as her back hit the wall, she caught only the distant "Barrage!", before her whole body shook violently from the flow of incoming electrical energy. Unfortunately for the one controlling the kid, it chose its vessel wrongly. No child can withstand so much electrical current at once, and that was what the mage counted on. She fell to the ground, face first into the wood, and Ri quickly rushed to her side, to check if she was still alive. One hand to her neck spelled what the mage was hoping for, and with a sigh of relief, he took hold of her, and started heading out, and away from the creepy building. Once he met with Gaud, once again, there was not much he could say. Or write, for that matter. He only gave a sad shrug as he was chastised for the girl's appearance, but was otherwise thanked for for his service. Both in words, and in monetary value. The mage sighed, once again, as he exited the building. This day couldn't get any worse. And then he tripped on the sidewalk. 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The Cursed Child [Quest: Ri Brighte]
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