1.3 - Grand Witch
Erien
God's Weakest Soldier
- Location
- Georgia
- Pronouns
- He/Him
View: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5ylVack2VvM
[Lessons for the Piglet] From the cutest witch, the wisest, the smartest, and definitely the most clever! Who is lovely and lovable and would never ever abandon you. So don't you even think of abandoning her!
Thanks to @Armoury for the beta!
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You stare, slightly cross eyed at the finger currently poking you on the forehead. Unlike before with Caster there is no rapid change, no painful opening of your circuits. In fact, there's nothing at all, only the distant sound of windchimes and the scent of saltwater on the breeze as Circe grins at you. The finger makes a little circle on your forehead before she pulls it back with a giggle.
"You, my little piglet, are going to be my newest student~" Circe then hops back, hands behind her back with her staff sticking out either side. Leaning down, slightly, it emphasizes how short the woman is, even with the massive pumps she is wearing. "That is the gift from this grand witch, are you interested in becoming a magician?"
You blink, slowly. "You'll teach me magecraft?"
Circe smiles just a touch wider, then she starts to walk around you, her fingers move out to poke and prod at your body much like one might a science experiment. It's an uncomfortable feeling, and you crane your neck to watch her as she moves around. "Some circuits… not many, and you come from that boring age of humanity. But I can work with it." Her eyes flit up towards you, "I can work with it~"
"Where… even is this?" You ask slowly, trying to make sense of what is going on.
"This?" Circe parrots, then stands up straighter, her little ornaments jingling like bells as she does so. "This is the temple of Hekate, if you mean what you are standing on. The past, if you are asking when, far away if you are asking where, and dreaming, if you are asking in what form."
The 'witch' continues to circle you, a far more serious expression on her face. "You, little piglet are dreaming, a side effect of my dear protege draining you." She then shoots you a smirk. "You'll be fine, but consider it a consequence of the modern era. Little boys and girls like you have thrown away everything just to sniff at the past."
"I'm not really a magus to begin with," you say slowly. "My father was hesitant to train me…"
Circe waves her hand dismissively. "Ignore that, you have Circe now to train you whenever you dream. Just make sure to never skip any lessons… and stick out your tongue."
You blink, slowly. "My tongu-" you start to say.
Only to be interrupted as her hand snatches out to grab it. You fall forward instinctively, your face just a few inches away from Circe. Her fingers squeeze down, and the inside of your mouth tingles, like you had drank something with far too much carbonation. She releases it a moment later, allowing you to snap your hand back and cover your mouth.
"Oh, don't look so scandalized boy. This will just allow you to keep this a secret between us. You will not tell Medea about my lessons, am I clear?" Circe says, a dangerous gleam in her eyes.
"Medea is… Caster?" you ask, still not uncovering your mouth… it still tingled.
"Medea is a caster, and Caster is Medea." Circe says, shrugging her shoulders. "Though I would suggest not using her name around her, the girl has a paranoid streak as wide as the Aegean." A look of sadness briefly flits across Circe's face, before it is replaced with a smile. "Now, we shall start with the most basic of lessons. Repeat after me." The witch raises a figure, adopting a far more regal stance. "Ο κόσμος αλλοίωσις, ο βίος υπόληψις."
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"... Can you repeat that?" you ask slowly.
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You couldn't say how long you were on the island, it could have been hours, it could have been minutes. Dreams tended to be rather funny that way, though compared to your dreams normally, that was almost rather pleasant. A comfortable warmth surrounded you, and you stirred slowly. You were back… in your bed, had Caster put you there? What time was it, and why were you shaking?
You blink slowly, turning your head to look up at the figure shaking you. It was… a girl, you could tell that via their outfit despite your blurry vision. And they had-
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[] [Purple Hair]
… Sakura.
[] [Black Hair]
… Rin?
[] [Brown Hair]
… Ayako!?!
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Last short chapter for a bit, next chapter is a school day, but the start of this quest was always going to be multiple shorts in a row to set some things up. Expect a sidestroy in the next couple of days to go over a Clusterfuck happening… elsewhere.
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