Drifter Journey
6th Log: Meister Vocation
Red autumn leafs were scattered around the campus, soon hallows day would be
celebrated in the Dreamlands including ‘Schola Occulta’, after all this season was an
opportunity to mock those who were afraid of the Witches. Students were decorating their
classrooms, adding some colorful, weird and cheerful objects. The best 6th year students from
their respective vocations were expected to perform a skill demonstration.
Tezca Tlipoca: “Hey you two, Stop, Stop, STOP!”
A man wearing an open dark suit with a colored polo shirt, stood in between the two girls
crashing down their magic weapons know as ‘Hex Code’. Both of the fighters had to
make an effort to avoid laughing at their teacher big bear mask with sharp teeth.
The instructor was a member of the Gendarmerie, an organization tasked with patrolling the
southern regions of the Dreamlands, who reported to the ‘Sorcerers’ from ‘Hereditas Tutela’.
Placing on their backs their weapons, they agree with the former policeman demand.
One of the girls with tanned skin and high orange ponytail, tried to reason with their teacher.
Tezca deemed their new move, too dangerous for the audience, not worthy of any potential
risks during the exhibition. Both of them were sent back to their dorms.
???: “S… Ss… Sss…”
A faint low sound like a door taping was heard by one of the two lasses, she asked her gutsy
companion if she could hear that noise. Octavia denied, drawing a confident smile on her
face, she encouraged Lyris to find the source; hopefully it could lead to some secret room.
Taking a lot of stairs and hallways, they ended up in front of a stone wall, a dead end until
they pressed a loose stone. The noise stooped. An old dirty kitchen was on the other side,
without a doubt Octavia took her friend wrist to their newest practice room.
Upon closing the door and confirming there weren’t any mirrors nearby where Tezca could
spy on them and make a dramatic entrance. The two girls proceed to move the tables, their
fingers crossover without touching any board. A mocking laugh echoed above their heads.
A huge coffer crashed down in front of them, passing through the illusory dinning tables.
Both young Meisters took off their weapons, a broadsword and a battle axe.
Cartoonist spider legs raised up the chest base while its open borders turned into teeth.
A black symbol like a cross with the shape of an empty heart, formed on top of the
red eyed chest; throwing up rivers of gold coins, trying in vain to return them with its tongue.
Taking some steeps back, both of them nodded to each other. The broadsword was placed on
the floor, carrying on its owner like a skateboard. Stones from the floor were raised up,
making some stretched tunnels for the fearless girl. Coins were tossed, missing their nimble
target but destroying the stone bridge. The charged axe hit the falling rocks like a baseball,
all shots straight to the mocking coffer. As a defensive measure, the chest tongue grabbed
part of the ceiling, launching its self out of harm way. A brief glimpse was enough to notice the
sword was stuck in the roof, the tanned lass pulled her weapon, collapsing to top of the room.
Piercing her stone covered blade against the falling coffer, the little witch claimed victory when
she stood victorious on top of her burred prey. Expecting an applause, Octavia complained
why there wasn’t one or at least some other kind of praise. Lyris was speechless, raising her
index finger to point out the hole in the roof. There wasn’t any kind of room on top of their
current one, only a hue resembling a sea with white number chains moving fast forward.
Quorra: [Clapping] “You really did this time.”
That familiar tone of voice, made Lyris turn herself. Her eyes widen upon seeing her dead
friend, low ponytail red wine hair with all her limbs attached, standing to her side.
Before she could touch her with her free arm, she noticed missing hand.
Lyris put her self on her knees, screaming in pain. The third girl walked to the pile of debris at
the room center. The tanned girl surprised stood still without moving, frozen in time.
Quorra: “I’m glad it was I who was around this time,
You don’t know how long have I cherished for this moment.”
LYRIS: “What are you talking about? I thought you were murdered.”
Quorra: ”No murder took place, it was a carnage and you’re guilty.
You stole something precious from me, but also gave the chance to stand on my own.
Fortunately, this cage shall be your eternal punishment.”
[Lyris vision changed perspective, her head starts to roll over the floor]
Quorra: “Don’t forget, this is all your fault!”
