Arreyis

Devouring Light

A doctor came to check her out, explaining that Asran was still unconscious. She couldn't help but feel at fault but the doctor said it was his exhaustion that had caused his collapse.

"That's not as much a relief as I thought it would be." She said, "I know it's not likely, but has anyone notified the priests staying with me? I don't need them out looking for me and getting a story they don't need to hear."

She shivered at the thought that they might find out what had just happened and that it was a demon Asran knew that had attacked her. Or that Asran was a demon himself. Just the fact that she had been attacked by someone Asran knew while walking home in his city could be cause for the church to take offense.

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When Asran picked her up she tried to contain her magic as best as she could, but she could tell she wasn't doing well enough as Asran's runes were glowing.

"I'm sorry, Asran." She whispered as he carried her to the clinic. Once inside the doctor gave her a sedative, effectively knocking her out while they cleaned and stitched the wound in her side and wrapped the burn on her arm. When she came to a while later she sat up, frantically looking around for anyone familiar, needing to know where Asran was and what had happened to him. The last thing she had seen was Asran collapsing on the floor, his runes still glowing yellow.

"Asran?!" She called, hoping he was nearby.

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Ayrie was lucky the bullets went wild, one singed her sword arm as she brought it up to stop Wrath's attack, causing searing pain. She went blind for a moment with the pain, hearing Asran come to her defense. She regained her senses in time to see her kick him back, still screaming that Ayrie was Astoria.

Ayrie fought the pain and stood up, backing away from Wrath as she spat for Asran to look at her soul. She felt exhaustion seep into her bones as she lost blood from the cut in her abdomen, and the shimmer left her hair and eyes as her control over her power waned. The sword disappeared, as well, her hand glowing momentarily as it absorbed back into her hand.

"Asran? I swear I don't know what she's talking about." She said plaintively, looking at him wide eyed. "I would... never... hurt you. I haven't even tried to hurt a woman who is trying to... kill me."

As she spoke she limped a few steps towards him, begging with her eyes for him to believe her. As she looked at him the fleeting thought that this was the dream she had had the other night crossed her mind.

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"I don't know what you are talking about!" Ayrie screeched, as she blocked the blow to her head. She took the stab to her abdomen, but the bullet missed as she jumped away, grasping her side. "I'm not this Astoria woman. My name is Ayrie. I was born twenty six years ago in a monastery in Writvul. I never met Asran before arriving here, when he showed up on my doorstep..."

The bullet had hit a building and was beginning to burn through the wall behind Ayrie, and if she didn't move soon she would be trapped between it and the demoness. Feeling the heat, Ayrie started to move away from the building toward the street.

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Ayrie doubled her mental sheilds and moved into a protective stance, squaring off against the demoness.

"I'm not going to make it easy on you." She said smiling back. She summoned the blade of light that Markus had taught her to use earlier. 'Perfect timing old man.'

She welcomed a surge of adrenaline into her, replacing the energy she had lost during the day. Her hair began to shimmer as her power flared, and her eyes glowed a soft green color with the light within her.

"Who are you and why do you attack me? Why harm Asran?" She asked, her voice changing slightly.

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For a moment Ayrie enjoyed having his arm around her, then he told her not to fight him and she went stiff.

"What's going on?" Ayrie asked, shivering as Asran covered her in dark magic. She looked around but didn't see anything that looked threatening, only noticing a few people walking home for the evening. "Why is this necessary?"

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"Hmm. I think I prefer shirtless Asran." She said with a giggle, then realized what she said. "Sorry... I'm exhausted. It's been a long day."

She turned and started walking towards the exit, mentally chiding herself for her unguarded mouth.

"So this old friend you saw today, was it a pleasant visit?"

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"Well, want to walk me out?" She asked simply, not wanting to be rude but needing to head back to the house sooner rather than later. "I need to head home before the priests get worried about me."

The priests would be looking for her soon, as it was dinner time now. If she disobeyed she wasn't sure what they would do, as she could only talk her way out of things so many times before they took action.

Markus took his leave, walking to his rooms with a shirt tucked out of sight behind his back. "Goodnight Ayrie, goonight sir."

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Ayrie stopped dead in her tracks in the doorway when she saw Asran barechested outside the training room.

"Uhm... Yeah. No I'm okay now." She couldn't help but look at him, though she tried to keep her eyes on his face. "I'll be ready for them tomorrow, no more fear tactics from them."

She didn't go into detail, but she knew she could handle the prisoners on her own now, as she had just gotten done mastering the spells. Two of which she had used to silence and bind Markus. The last she had evicerated a hay bale with.

"How was your day?" She asked, moving closer to him but still staying at arms length.

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Ayrie was sweating by the time Markus had run her through the three spells he had decided to teach her. She was also exhausted but her thoughts were no linger on the men at the prison, and she was confident she could handle them better the next time.

"That's enough for tonight, you had better get home soon." Markus said, he opened the training room door to see Asran. "Sir, good evening. You have a little..." He pointed to his shirt wear the blood stain was on Asran's.

Ayrie was fixing her hair and hadn't seen Asran yet, but she heard Markus speaking to someone and wiped the sweat from her face.