Another day of training // ENG

"I'm not saying it is, I'm just saying I don't blame them for being angry." he shrugged, but then had to look away, as he knew he couldn't keep the hate for the kingdom from showing in his eyes.

"Well, they should only be angry at the royal family, not at us. We can't do anything about it, the word of the king is law, am I right?" she sighed and shook her head.

"Well, I'm just theorizing, but they might be thinking that if others had fought with them, they could've stayed. They might be mad at us other clans for not helping them against the royal family."

"The other clans would've gotten thrown out with them. People were scared, and people still are! The king kills people who says just one word wrong, so I can understand why no one has the guts to stand up and fight!... and I know what it feels like to loose someone because they tried to fight against this unfair kingdom!... it's just... hard, and scary..." without knowing it she had raised her voice. Her hands were shaking a bit and she had to look away. She didn't notice how the guards nearby were looking their way, talking low together.

Fenrir noticed, though, and he grabbed her arm hastily, pulling her around a corner, slapping a hand over her mouth. "Shh. Keep it quiet, or the guards will come." he whispered. "They'll think you're a freedom fighter, speaking like that."

"I'm sorry." she mumbled into his hand, turning her glance to the ground. She had a prickling feeling in her eyes, and she knew that if she didn't pull herself together this second, then she would most likely start crying.

"Just stay quiet." he noticed the guards were walking slowly towards them, and so - he muttered something intelligible, and a small sound from behind the guards then made them turn around and go towards the noise. He sunk a little bit at that, panting slightly. At least he knew he could pass it off as anxiety or fear, and not the exhaustion from using magic to make some pots fall down.

She nearly dropped her jaw, and forgetting all about her tears, then she removed his hand from her mouth. "You can do magic!" she whispered in a very excited voice, her eyes almost shining from excitement.

The hand promptly returned though. "No, no I can't." his eyes flickered about a little. "It wasn't what you thought you heard, okay?"

A sigh and she removed the hand again. "I know what I saw, and heard! You're a magician." she still kept her voice down, although there were no one close to them now that the guards were gone.

"Look - you, you, just don't tell anyone, okay? You know the laws, too." he sighed.

"I swear I won't tell, besides, why would I? You're the first one like me I've met." her voice sounded almost too excited, but she made sure to keep it down.

"... 'Like you'? You're a magician, too?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.

A nod and she took a quick look around, making sure no one could see them. "Watch this." she whispered and as she snapped her fingers, then a small flame appeared at her fingertip.

"Oh. Fire magician..." he smiled. "There's not that many of you left, as far as I recall."

She shook her head. "We're about... ten, or something like that... my parents, they're rumored to have been the best fire magicians that this kingdom had ever seen." a sigh and she made the small flame go away, turning her head to the side.

"Hmm... Then it's probably only the ones like me there aren't too many of." he sighed. "I think we're... Three, maybe. No, four." he forgot to count his mother.

"Well, I think it's only the wind and water and earth there are still many of. I hear that they live out in the forests and mountains by now, too scared to return." she was still whispering.

He nodded. "Sounds about right." he sighed, and held a hand just above where his ametrin was hidden underneath clothes and chainmail.

She nodded as well, smiling softly at it. "It's fun, after all these years, the unmusical still haven't figured out why we wear these." a soft laughter as she held her amethyst in her hand.

"Well, perhaps because many others keep crystals, but just don't use them for anything else that show?" he smiled.

Again she nodded. "Yes, perhaps." she whispered and smiled. At that moment there were steps coming around the corner. "What are you doing here?" a guard asked as he found them.

Oh goddammit. This would drain most of his energy, but if it kept them from being questioned, well... He took a deep breath, and looked the guard directly in the eyes, uttering a couple mystical words....

"Al'alac mitofer rin, té queldin..."

A swirl of black coloring appeared in Fenrir's eyes, (this was one of the telltale signs of dark magic being used) then it disappeared, and the guard just stood there staring into the air. "Come... On..." Fenrir panted a little with the effort, and pulled Lucy with him once more, this time by narrow alleyways out of the town, though slower and slower. Here, he let himself slide down to sit by a tree, panting even more than before. It took quite a bit - to erase memories. He'd erased the guard's memory of finding them, and anything he might've heard just before. In general; the last couple minutes were gone from the guard's memory, and he'd find himself standing there in a couple minutes, and not knowing why.

She stumbled after him, looking confused. She nearly fell a few times as she followed him, and when they finally stopped then even she was a little out of breath. Of course her dog had followed them as well, and now stood besides Lucy, looking at Fenrir, half growling and half confused.
"Wha-What just happened back there?" Lucy asked, looking at him as she slowly sat down. "That magic... I-I haven't seen anything like that..."

"Don't worry... About that." he panted, wiping sweat from his brow. "It's alright. He won't come after us."

She still looked confused, but chose to stay quiet, instead just leaning against another side of the tree, staring up into the treetop, admiring the way the leaves were so beautiful and green.

And he just... Sat there, trying to catch his breath, eventually drinking the water in his canteen.

After a while she spoke. "That was dark magic, wasn't it?" she asked, her eyes still on the treetop. "I've never seen it before, but I've heard about it..."

He sighed. "What gave it away?"

"The way you mumbled, and... no other magic can do what you did." she said.

"You don't even know what I did."

"You paralyzed him, didn't you?"

He shook his head. "No. I removed his memory of the last three minutes."

"Oh." was all she replied.

"He won't remember hearing or seeing us, or walking over there." he explained, and closed his eyes, breathing more calmly than before.

"That's good, then we're not in trouble." she said calmly, closing her eyes with a soft sigh. "I'm sorry that I nearly got us into so much trouble..."

"Don't be. You just be glad I've practiced this magic for fourteen years."

"How did you learn it?" she asked curiously.

"... My mother taught me. It's been taught down through the generations in my family."

"And still you're only four left?" she asked.