The Devils Circus|| chapter 2 || part 1

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Sorva looked blankly at him then said “Did you say curse?” She pulled him by the arm back to their seats. He sat down dejectedly. “Yep. I’ve had it for a quite a few weeks now, and it’s just gotten worse.” He said, showing Sorva the spots on his horn, arm and leg where a strange black goop was corrupting his fur. One of his eyes had turned black and shiny, unlike his icy blue other eye. “Whoa that’s a lot to have going on at once.” She said sympathetically, patting his arm. “Thanks.” He smiled a bit, then stood up again. “Well, nice having this chat, but I really should be off.” “Wait, wait, wait you don’t just get to tell me you’re “sob story”,” she said, making quotations in the air for emphasis, “and then walk out like it’s nothing. I’ve got a new proposal for you.” She smiled then lowered her voice “what if I told you that I know someone who has a mage map.” Beckett froze. He turned slowly back around and looked at Sorva. “Really?” He looked hopeful, then frowned. “What’s the catch?” He asked suspiciously. “Well…” she said with a pause “you gotta join my crew.” “Of course.” His tail twitched with annoyance. He sighed. “Alright, it’s a deal. It’s not like I’m going to pass up an opportunity like that… How soon can you get the map?” “Oh, meet me at Port Tavir tonight at 11:00.” ~~{}~~ “We’re here!” Sorva whisper sang pointing to a big house isolated between the beach houses and town. She wore all maroon, rather than her usual bright red. After all this was a stealth mission, was it not? “The big house? Did you, like, tell this ‘someone’ that we were coming?” “No, we're breaking in.” She said grinning. Beckett blinked. A small, sneaky smile appeared on his face. “Sounds like my kind of mission.” “Which is why I brought you and not Rave whom cannot stay silent for more than a second.” She said as she started creeping towards the house with lightning quick steps Beckett followed behind her. They reached the house in no time and Sorva motioned Beckett forward to break the lock on the window. Which was done in the blink of an eye. “Good job,” Sorva said in a whisper, “now all we have to do is get past the twenty or so guards at the perimeter of the second floor, on which is the study, in which our mage map awaits.” “Why are there so many guards?” Beckett asked in disbelief. “Seriously, who’s house is this?” “Does it matter?” She asked, dodging the question. “I guess not.” He shrugged, and hopped in the window. She followed after him rolling her eyes as she said “a pointless question really, just look around.” She gestured at all the paintings and clay busts of the owner of the house. “Garic ‘Charming’ Stone.” She said, making finger quotes in the air on the word ‘Charming’. “The most prosperous douche in the country.” Beckett rolled his eyes too. “Of course. Let’s just get going.” “Alright.” She said silently striding down the hall. Beckett crept along behind her, glancing around at the paintings and busts with distaste. “Really, how narcissistic can you get?” He muttered. “Garic is his own level of narcissism. Now shush there are guards just up ahead.” Sorva then stops and listens, her large goat ears perking up in intrigue. Beckett listened as well, and sure enough, the sounds of two arguing voices floated around the corner. “You’ve got to be kidding. There’s no way a bogbit would win! The fliggit would burn it to the ground!” A high, squeaky voice exclaimed, furiously. “You forget that bogbits have fireproof armor!” Another, gruffer voice pointed out. “Plus, bogbits have those spines they can shoot at enemies! Even if the fliggit had enough stamina to stay flying for more than a few minutes, the bogbit could shoot it down!” “But that would bring the bogbit close enough that the fliggit could use its poison bite!” The squeaky voice proclaimed, triumphant. The other guard grumbled and the two fell silent. Beckett glanced at Sorva, raising an eyebrow. “What next?” He mouthed at her. “Next? Next, we dance!” She said as she jumped from around the corner to attack. Causing the guards to scramble upright in their haste to defend. In the next moment she had her sword drawn and ready for battle. Fluid in her movements she really did look like she was dancing as she paired and pounced. Beckett grinned. “Alright then!” He drew his cutlass and joined the fray. In less than five minutes, the guards were unconscious on the ground. “Two down 18 more to go, Now to open up the path.” She said as she picked up the guards and moved them to the side, then confidently led the way forward through the archway the guards were keeping watch near, and onward to the next bend hoping the noises of their fight with the guards hadn't reached the next guards just yet. Beckett followed after her, glancing over his shoulder to make sure they weren’t being followed.