The Soul of It

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Chapter 4 (v.1)

Submitted: August 28, 2012

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Submitted: August 28, 2012





I made it to my room and closed the all the blinds to the windows that looked out at the courtyard. Usually there were students and faculty learning about demons and spells, but today it was deserted. I plopped myself on my bed and closed my eyes. Altair plopped down beside me.

“You have a room.” I murmured, without looking at him. But I knew without a doubt he was watching me with his blue eyes. I imagined him looking worried with his eyebrows drawn together with concern. He had no idea how much that expression pained me. I preferred him looking arrogant and happy than worried and concerned.

“My duty is to you first. Are you alright?” He asked. I rolled over so that my back was towards him. I didn’t want him to see the uncertainty on my face. To tell the truth, I was very worried about the god I had killed. I couldn’t get over the feeling that something was horribly wrong. It scared me tremendously. The spirits that watched over towns and villages were usually benevolent and kind. And they were always able to speak or communicate in some way. But most importantly they would never harm the people they were supposed to protect.

“I’m just tired.” I answered. “And I’d like to be alone.” I felt Altair get up and I heard the door open and close. After a long while of silence, I forced myself to sleep. All the while I kept thinking about what I could have done differently to avoid killing the mountain god. Was there anything at all that could have been done?

I woke in the middle of the night, fully covered with a blanket and a slender arm draped over me. I didn’t need to turn around to know who was behind me. I felt Altair’s soft even breath on my hair and put my hand over his. I smiled to myself wondering if other people’s familiars acted this out of line.

“Just wait until I’m myself again. You’re really gonna get it.” I whispered as I fell asleep with my back against him.

In the morning he really did get it as my tolerance was suddenly at its lowest point. Flipping all the sheets off the bed, I pushed him onto the floor. He woke with a start, as though he was under attack. Well, in a way he was.

“What? What’s going on?!” He asked.

“There’s a meeting today, remember?” I said, although I had only just remembered. We were actually a few minutes late.

 I scrambled around my room, trying to find clothes that could fit me. My wardrobe still consisted of clothing that couldn’t be worn by an eleven year old. After rummaging around a bit, Altair tossed me a pair of white exorcist clothing that was under the bed. A quick whiff proved them to be clean. I was about to take off my clothes when I looked at Altair. He was watching me.

“I need to change. Get out.” I said. He scoffed and rolled his eyes.

“Exactly what do you have to hide, Miss. Flat Chest?” He said. My cheeks burned with embarrassment as I threw whatever was closest near me. In this case, it was his sheath.

“Get out now, and get ready!” I yelled. He left me, laughing like some evil villain. Perhaps he was glad I was back to my old self again. I stared at my small feet and my small hands and laughed bitterly. I would never be myself again.


I arrived at the meeting a mere fifteen minutes late. Of course by that time, everyone was in their seats on the old fashioned tatami mat floor. The meeting was only open to twelve of the more powerful exorcists of the Myo Dha organization. I took my seat next to Saf who smiled at me.

“Well, good of you to make it, Chibi.” Tayu sneered. He was seated across from me. I didn’t bother to look at him, but a part of me wondered when he got back. Perhaps he ran all the way here remembering the meeting.

“I think you’re a bit too hard on her.” Said a woman to nearest to Masamori. Her name was Rin and her long trademark red hair was beautiful in the morning sunlight. “We haven’t even started yet.” She said. Tayu rolled his eyes and turned his attention to Masamori. He was the head of this meeting. He sat in a relaxed posture, watching us.

“Today we will talk about several things, but first a brief report from each of you, starting with you, Tayu.” He said. Tayu nodded as he recounted his ordeal with a band of demons. His report was more flourish than anything else, and I doubted how much truth was in it. He seemed too unscathed for it to be true. Next, it was Saf’s turn. Since he worked at the academy, there wasn’t anything dangerous to report, but he did tell of a few students who had an uncanny ability to be Tamers.

“That’s excellent. Perhaps they can take some notes from our own Tamer, Chizuru.” He smiled. I felt the sword at my belt and nodded. There was a severe shortage of Tamers in the academy. The only exorcists that were known tamers were Masamori, Tayu, and myself. It was a rare ability to be able to control another spirit and bend it to your own will. A skill that I first realized when I met Altair. Before then I had been classified as a Warrior type exorcist with a secondary type in Binding.

Everyone went on about their own separate problems until they finally got to me. All eyes were on me as I cleared my throat and tried to make my voice bigger than I was.

“I went to Pei Fair to see about a spirit that was ravaging crops and the mountain. It turned out to be a mountain god, and he was out of control and unreachable. I had to kill him to prevent any loss of life. What I can’t understand is what made it so angry to the point that words couldn’t reach it…” I murmured, my voice becoming small. Tayu scoffed.

“And that’s why we should never let a child do grownup jobs.” He sneered, which caused an outburst of agreement. Were these people really that stupid, or had everyone forgotten what I used to look like?! I stood up and pointed my sheath directly at Tayu’s stupid face. Nearly everyone beside me got in some kind of defensive stance. Rin’s hair was a glowing mass of wispy tendrils, Tayu’s fox demon came from out of nowhere and stood protectively in front of her master, and Saf stood at my side with a multitude of small blades that also seemed to come out of nowhere.

“I am not a child!” I yelled at him, but it was directed to everyone. “And you’re very lucky I am not at my full strength or I would kill you right now!”

“I won’t let you!” Yano said, her arms out stretched. I scoffed, as though I couldn’t just cleave right through her.

“Right, you don’t want to see what happens when the master of a familiar dies.” I sneered. “So I suggest you keep your mouth shut!”

“You won’t do it. You don’t have it in you.” Tayu said, still goading me on. I rolled my eyes and unsheathed Altair. His sword form was just as beautiful as his real form. The blade glistened in the morning light as I charged forward.

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