[h2] [color=bc8dbf]Fis Kalix[/color] [/h2]
[indent] Fis gathered his possessions in his satchel and headed out. He saw no point in informing his remaining family of his departure. They held no ambition and they lived in such an unsavory place that he had no wish to return. They were content with being thieves, stealing possessions of others to feed themselves. Well, Fis would be a thief of bodies and magical beings. He'd use them to build up the once feared name of the Kalix.

He walked without a care, the people around him staring. Before, they'd take the chance and mug Fis but upon witnessing what he could do, they knew than to be fools and face a warlock. They still had doubts but seeing a man decompose right before their eyes wasn't an illusion. It was real and they had to accept it.

In silence, he wondered what would happen to him in the academy. Would he gain more power and put more others in his command? Or would he find a rival, someone to stand in his way. He mulled it over as someone that can be only seen as his dark haired twin trailed behind.[/indent]


[h2] [color=92278f]Ahim[/color] [/h2]
[indent] The boy finally got his acceptance letter and the two of them were heading into the meeting place. While he could transform into his true form, with Fis' permission, he wasn't able to fly. He could hover a few feet but that was all. The academy was supposed to be high up the skies and it was better they meet up with the others. It would be faster to just let him back into his true form and bring the two of them there, but Fis was ignoring his existence.

The young warlock walked carelessly, letting hungry men and women to trail their eyes on him. He didn't bring much but the relic was in his hands, absently being stroked. Fis was obviously obsessed with the thing but Ahim couldn't tell him that. He wouldn't know what the boy would do to him. 

Every now and then, Ahim would get an incredulous look from the onlookers. He understood why. From what little time had been in this plane, Fis had been born by himself and definitely not a twin. He had a few siblings but none looked like him. But to see someone as an identical copy to Fis, with only dark hair and bit noticeable ghostly pink and gray eyes, the bafflement was normal.

Ahim wanted to protest but he couldn't. He wanted to hum or even murmur a few random things but he couldn't. Fis' control on him was very strong he couldn't do what he wanted. And that's what he hated the most. Soon, he'll be free again. Soon.

But first, accompany the boy to the academy. [/indent]