Cat.Chrestomanci
¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Not a Bad Slime
It was early in the evening when the air changed. The sun sank to meet the horizon as day transitioned into the night when it began. While the cold of winter hung in the air all around, there was an even more sinister chill that was masked just below it. Those who were not perceptive of the nature of the city went about their nightly activities without a care, but there were a few that felt the baseless foreboding that hung in the air. Something would transpire that night that would change the flow of history and their society on the whole.
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He rubbed his hands together in an attempt to warm them as he traversed the lamplit street. He had ended up walking home alone since his friend had gotten wrapped up in student council business and said that things would run quite late that day. He could feel the seasons changing, as though the air itself were shifting from the calm cool of autumn into the harsh cold of winter. His mother had chided him about dressing too lightly but he had disregarded her warnings and set out for classes in the morning with nothing more than a light jumper.
Although his mother had warned him against abusing his abilities, she had taught him how to utilise his skills from a young age. If he closed his eyes, he could feel the magicules of ether in the air, feel their flow as they drifted about on seemingly random currents that took them exactly where they were needed. He could reach into the ether with his mind and change the direction of their flow to manipulate the very nature of the world around him. Although he had such capabilities, his mother forbade him from abusing this power. Even when he was alone, he could hear her nagging and knew that somehow she would know if he were to abuse his abilities.
He lived amongst the humans easily enough; however, there was always a sort of longing deep in his heart. He wished that he could tell his close friends about his true nature but there was always the fear that they would turn away from him were they to find out the truth. And so he kept his abilities a secret. Over time, his kind, the Kreio, had spread out throughout the continent. There were few who had decided to remain in the city of Noxemor and even fewer who had decided to keep the bloodline pure. He was among the last of the pure Kreio living among the humans with even his cousin being only half.
There were some who revealed their true natures to their partners and others who kept their family a secret, teaching their children of the traditions of old without sharing the information with their spouses. It was an unfortunate existence among humans and never fully being able to live in society. With the dillution of the bloodline, ability to manipulate the ether had decreased and so the Kreio had become nothing more than giften humans, having little connection to nature. There were even some Kreio who forsook their heritage to become more human and live more comfortably in society.
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