✨Run Away✨ Play Song: Punk tactics (if you want) . ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁ . ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁ . ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁ . ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁ . ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁ And currently in the eleventh generation, the current apostle had no one to fear. But then again, every apostle's tale ended with him or her going berserk, and being defeated by the next. So fear was an obvious answer. One that Otieno was vibrating. "Look, my dear fellow. A mage child, in rage." The man spoke, his voice sweet as sugar, mellow like w1ne and strong like honey. There was a reason the immortal apostle was loved by all, and this was his reason. That small beauty spot that moved under his eye, as he spoke with that lisp. An yet it only made him more attractive to listen to. And even the shocked, hurt and confused Icarus found himself staring at the man with eyes, watery from a mix of emotions. "A child who has immense energy. This is why, sending him on the wrong path, has almost brought me to ruins! But fear not, my darling fellow and ladies." Otieno winked, with a flair of his hands, appearing right beside Icarus, who staggered back, taken aback from the sudden appearance of the man next to him. He wanted to run. But his feet were rooted to the ground, as if vines were wrapping themselves around his feet, clasping around his angles, and turning from green into brown, growing thicker like the branches of a tree. He couldn't believe the fear he was feeling. Having lived his entire life in fear and in adrenaline, taking risks to survive amongst the countless kids on the streets, he had never expected that he would feel such fear from the presence of just a simple man, standing so near to him. He looked up at the man, his lips wavering. He did this? He hurt this powerful man. The Otieno? The Eleventh Apostle who had been ruling over the magical world for the last four centuries? How- He was not capable of such magic. He was a weak and worthless boy- how could he have caused such damage to this man? Why was this man lying? Otieno's hands grasped Icarus shoulders firmly, and that dizziness kicked in. Icarus felt nauseous, the world in front of him began blurring, splitting into three different coloured images, red and blue and god knows what the last colour was. Overlapping each other like a strange warning, engulfing him in a guilty conscience, one he was trying dearly to run away from. This, what was this? This was magic? This was Icarus's first meeting with magic, and he hated it. It made him want to run, run away from fear. From the man who was holding him in place and was accusing him of bl0wing apart the tower of Apostles. No, he wanted this pain to end. The pain that was st2bb1ng every single nerve within his body. He had heard of acupuncture, he had seen the masters of shops do it, but he was pretty sure this was not acupuncture. This was something else, that was r1pp1ng away his fl2sh like a parasite would to a tree. He staggered into the man's hold, looking down. His legs truly were locked in place with branch like vines that had gripped onto him like nevermore. This was too much. Too much to bear for his poor heart. He wanted to run away, from what felt like impending doom. "And this is why, the academy would be the best place for such r0gue like children. Fear not, my people. This is why I have created the greatest home for such children to learn their true nature and ensure that it does not harm others. You must understand, that your child too holds a beast within, and one must make the beast tame before destruction causes." He was sure, he had seen the man's eyes flash a deep gold, his gold hair with those red tips falling on Icarus's neck, making it itch. Itch terribly that Icarus wanted to swat his hair away, that of Otieno, but he was weak. So weak, and he doubted he could speak up against this older man who was accusing him of something he hadn't done. Something he didn't even remember doing. "So little one, you have a long time before I will fall. No apostle will k111 me ever again." The man whispered in Icarus's ear, like a soft secret that was only meant for him. That was only meant for him to hear, to decipher, to understand. He knew that this man meant no good, for his lovely voice hid a deep undertone. A predatory undertone that was standing like a warning. A warning that he must never let another person know that he was being used as the apostle's bait to promote the academy that the man had created. That he was being falsely accused of a crime he had not committed all for a single man's greed, all for the greed of the strongest mage in the entire world. And this made the poor weak boy wonder. Why was the mage scared of him? Why was the boulder scared of a pebble in his path? Why would he go to this extent to try and ruin his image? He stared up at the man who was holding him in place, busy gaining sympathy from others, while also holding onto him in place. He glared at the man.
Continued: A boulder would only fear a pebble if the pebble was not a pebble but a wolf in sheep's clothing. A man as strong as Otieno scared of him? This was like a joke, a humorous joke that made him finally realise the extent to which the strongest apostle of the eleven generations having passed so far. Otieno was a jerk. And a coward. "You bet. I'll come for you, Otieno. It's either you or me." He whispered back to Otieno, as he sp2t at his face, before being pulled away by the guards who had now gathered by the apostles side. He smirked at Otieno who stared at him, with his eyes showing a mix of emotions. Repulsion. Anger at being belittled by a mere pebble. And most of all, fear. Otieno. He was a scaredy cat. One who d1ed in the hands of none other than the twelfth apostle, Icarus Sphinx. Or rather, Chite Mala. --- He turned his neck to the building that stood by his side to his right. A very old building, built of perhaps what is plain old brick. But Chite's eyes could easily analyze the materials within the bricks. He gripped his free hand in a fist, looking down at his file, before gulping and calming himself. Pushing the agonizing feeling away. After all, only Chite knew that he wasn't the strongest. He was just smarter than the man who had gone berserk. But he wanted to be the strongest. He wanted to defeat that eleventh apostle and that was what he had done. But even to this day, the strength of the eleventh apostle's magic plagued his mind. And there was no doubt, that the ancient rune applied on the building belonged to none other than that of Otieno Lepyokhin. The building was made up what seemed to be a mix of limestone here and there within the walls that were painted this awful brown. Not to mention the door, that stood tall, with glass panes attached to it where the wood acted like circles. To be exact, this was not just any door on which Otieno must have cast the magic, but rather, there was more to it. With great difficulty, Chite found himself walking towards the door, feeling like his legs would sink into the earth in any second, and that this would be his end. His mind was clouded once again, with images of him and that b2st2rd he detested, Otieno standing next to him, his voice whispering sweetly sick things into his ears, his grip holding onto him like he was chained and would never be released. Like he was a bird in a cage. But then again, he would never let that take over his mental calm. "Hah, you complete idiot." "Ugh- what's this-" He looked back as he felt trembling warm palms encircle his arm. As if grounding him back to earth, the real one, not the one scenario from the past. He sighed, smiling into a smirk, as he saw Turine holding onto his arm, struggling to walk. The others weren't far behind, and it was clear that Otieno's magic was affecting them. Prehni looked like she was going to puke, and well Hemat, although he was struggling, he was holding onto the locket that was hanging around his neck. The ministry pendant imbued with calming magic from the spring of youth. It was funny how only one of them had remembered to make use of their pendants and not all. "Calm down. It is alright. Turine and Prehni, take hold of your pendants. The stone that is. Keep it clasped within your hands. It'll help you calm down. Or do its best. Pfft, look at all of you." "You didn't answer my question." Turine mumbled, as she quickly let go of Chite's arm, rubbing her palms onto her coat as if cleaning herself free from Chite's magic aura, and clasping her pendant, and her face began relaxing. Meanwhile Prehni who was struggling to move, was being helped by Hemat who looked up at Chite. "Yeah man, what is this-" "Guess, my dear employees. You obviously have to do your work." He grinned sarcastically, making Prehni groan, who had finally held onto her pendant. "This power. Lanterion. A power that was unique to that of the eleventh apostle. Your nemesis, wasn't he, Sir? What was his name? Oti- One- Sone-" "Otione. Really, it seems the new generation is only worsening with time." He mumbled, laughing at how Prehni spoke of Otione. It was almost like she was insulting the man. And he couldn't help but love that. He adored it really. These kids. if these kids were alive during the time of that man, and if this was happening during that man's time, he was pretty sure Prehni would be sent to prison for insulting a man like Otione. But the new generation, they were fools. Ignorant of the past. That was pretty clear to everyone from the time of the eleventh generation. "Well, whatever that man was. Apostle or something, what's with the guy's power." "Not a match for me. Now stop blabbering. What do you think. What do you observe? Otione's magic was special, the man himself was special. This will be a fun round to figure out which one of you will be fired in your upcoming monthly evaluation." He mumbled, gazing at the three gulping employees, who stared at each other.
