A Testament Of The Dark Magician

Omegas voice persisted throughout his thoughts. And then suddenly, 

[magic missile] 

*Shree* 

Roland gasped, his eyes flashing wide in horror, but his body moved without much thought. He dove out of bed and landed on the ground with a loud thump. 

*Bang* 

A bolt of blue crashed against the wall and left behind a smokey fracture about the size of a fist. Roland lifted his sunken head and gloomily stared at the wall. Bits of soft rock trickled down as he tried to steady his racing heart. 

Anger flashed through his mind. He glared at the young girl nonchalantly standing in the same place as though she hadn't just tried to kill him. 

'What the hell was that? M-magic? Why the hell can she do magic? And who the hell is this girl in the first place.' 

Roland tried to remain calm, but nothing short of panic was racing throughout his body. Wasn't he just waking up from a bout of overwhelming power falling upon him? 

How in the world did he manage to get himself muddled in the affairs of magic users? So quickly. 

'Safe to say you're a walking magnet for problems, Roland.' He thought to himself. 

While his eyes scanned the room for an escape or a weapon, the girl casually tucked her wand back into her waistband. Her face was neither surprised nor annoyed. She looked as though she waved her hand to swat a fly away. 

Her cold gaze fell against him again as she said. 

"Hm, you're spryer than you were a few years ago. And those eyes of yours? Since when does a slave dare to look at his master like that…hmm, this isn't good RoRo, and after all the time we spent suppressing those urges of yours. Tut-tut, it's an awful shame I'll have to open you up again." 

'Open me up?'

Roland had heard enough. He assumed a more readying stance and remained against his crouched heels in wait. Judging by the venom against her tongue, he could tell she was going to react again. Her wand sprung out into action with a graceful assuredness. Omega alerted him with the same warning. Roland kept his eyes glued to the wand. If that same attack was poised to arrive, he was aware that being a second slower would be fatal. 

Her lips parted, Roland tensed his feet. 

A knowing smile seemed to blossom against her perfect features. A voice so serene under usual circumstances Roland might've gotten butterflies. But instead, the moment he heard her voice. Only despair found him. 

[Ice missile] 

Roland felt his heartache. A gust of frost gathered away from the wand, forming a three-inch glaciered needle as thick as his arm. 

He cursed his rotten luck and swiftly dove beneath the bed, slightly propped away from the ground. He didn't bother turning around. He crawled underneath the bed like a church mouse scurrying away for his dear life. Behind him, he could hear the real sounds of smashed glass. 

He picked himself up on the other side of the bed and eyed the closed door. But his body didn't move; Rolands's instincts kicked in, and he held his heels from incurring the approaching disaster. 

Shards of ice as thin as needles dotted the doorframe. Roland blinked in horror as he witnessed ice converging rapidly against the entire door. Sealing it in a wall of ice. 

Seeing his escape route being sealed literally left a sour taste in his mouth. With each strong breath he took, small puffs of frost escaped into the air. Roland swiftly understood that the temperature in the room was plummeting. 

"My-my, at least your cowardice hasn't changed, my little lamb. Here, why don't we play a little game? Hm, but first..." 

Roland couldn't follow the swiftness of her arm. In less than a few breaths, her wand resumed a position of attack again. And her voice mumbled so quickly that he was rooted in place helplessly upon the completion of her spell. 

[Moon bite] 

A swift light flashed forward. Roland closed his eyes while a loud crash of ice sounded against his right ear. The eruption horribly distorted his equilibrium, and he needed a few seconds to regain his senses. 

Roland stumbled backwards, fearing the worst, but thankfully, his body couldn't feel anything was wrong. He almost breathed a sigh of relief until he heard ice cracking beneath him, specifically against his right arm. 

'Wait, why is my arm so h-heavy.' He asked himself 

But the second he lowered his gaze again, he almost jumped out of his shoes once he saw a large patch of ice slowly enclosing the lower half of his arm beneath his elbow joint. A look of terror paled against his face, and only a single thought pressed constantly against his mind. 

'Omega! What's happening to my arm! How did I stop it.' 

Before the mechanical voice sounded through, Roland saw the arrival of a tiny blue screen with a 3D model of a human floating before his very eyes. Against the human model's right-hand side, there was a white mist floating around the lower arm. 

Omega's whirring sounds echoed as threads of information began to appear against the 3D model, specifically around its right arm. 

#Frozen solid 

#Severe Frost Bite 

#concentrated levels of Mana detected 

#Advised to allow ice to thaw 

#Or seek external help using Mana 

Roland glared rather gloomily at the diagnostics. He had no time to admire Omega's analytical progress right now. He shifted his glare back towards the psychotic girl. Her face still sat devoid of any real emotion. The nonchalant flick of her hair was followed by a childish-sounding yawn, and Roland found himself, for the first time, wishing he could fight back. 

But since things had come to this. He had no choice but to abandon all means of escaping. A deep sigh left his mouth as he slowly raised his left arm in surrender. 

"Alright, you win. Wh-what do you want for me?" He said bitterly. 

For the first time, there was a slight change in her cold, expressionless demeanour. The girl pulled a cruel smile and fluttered towards him with the grace of a fairy. Roland flinched each time she dramatically waved that wand around, but he remained rooted against his heels. There was no use trying to run anymore. 

"That's good RoRo, that's more like it…but I'm not convinced, what if… you're not my RoRo and someone completely different." She said this playfully twirling the end of the wand's light between his eyes.

But Roland could see the real threat behind that cold stare. She was stalking his every move, like a predator waiting for any given reason to attack. 

"And if you fail, we'll, I'll kill you and look inside you to find out who you really are. Do you know my master knows a spell that can actively read minds right? Oh or have you forgotten about all our little secrets as well." 

Her voice sparked a sudden memory from Roland's thoughts regarding that letter he found and the mention of those mysterious people with magic powers. He suddenly felt a sense of enlightenment as he realized this. 

'She must be the one Roland learned about magic from.' 

Roland heard that and felt his entire stomach turn.

'Shit! How did she work it out? Was I that obvious? Shit! Shit! Shit! This is bad. Omega what do I do?' 

{Omega is unable to find a viable option other than attempting to convince the terrible young woman that you are, in fact, who you say you are.} explained the system. 

Roland had to think on his feet. He needed to say something, anything but what could he say. She was growing more impatient with each passing second. 

"I…I do remember you." He finally spoke brokenly.

Her eyes sparkled with joy. The girl slowly pulled the wand away. 

"Is that so, right, then tell me…who am I." She pointed directly at her own face and stared at him with expectant eyes. 

Roland's gut tightened, he played a card that was perhaps just as dangerous as attempting to flee. And now the consequences had left him to wonder 

'Who the hell is this girl?' 

Panic forced his hand, so he dove into the depths of his thoughts, searching aimlessly for something he was certain he didn't have. Unfortunately for Roland, this rebirth didn't come with a box of memories to help him know who these people were. 

The little things he could perhaps recall were based on that obscure letter, which he was still unsure whether or not were the memories of a lunatic or what started off as a confession of a pre-mediated crime. 

However, he did learn the names of his cousins from it. But other than the girl called Mariah, Roland couldn't work out who else this girl could be. His noticeable silence continued to draw her patience thin. And while Roland wracked his brain for any names and faces, her dainty hands began playing with the wand right in front of him. 

Roland narrowed his brow. The hidden anecdotes of her unhinged behaviour were not missed, and he was growing restless at having to be subjected to this forceful encounter. 

'Tsk! I just woke up in this bloody place and my life's already in danger. Come to think of it.' 

"My death knight? "his mouth spoke before he had time to catch himself. Eliciting a slight surprise from the girl who folded her arms and tapped her shoe a few times. 

"Hmph, don't you worry about him. I've ensured he's been given the best company for now …but enough of that, you have 10 seconds to tell me who I am or…well, just look at your arm, and you'll see what happens next." 

Roland combed through the bits of information, the names, and the stances of these people toward him. As the girls' countdown began, Roland turned to Omega for help. 

The contents of that letter slowly played back to him, and just when he was close to resigning to his fate, Roland remembered the story concerning the death of his Mother, the family feud, and a promise between two families. 

In the background, her voice echoed like a shrill bell steering him towards his death. 

"3…2…and 1." 

An air of seriousness descended, and the girl held her wand and pressed the tip between his chest. 

"Answer my question or face the consequences." She declared 

"Who...am...I?"

Roland glared into those perfectly blue eyes with disdain. His lips parted, and the only viable answer sat on the edge of his tongue. 

"Well, you can only be…Alyssa? Alyssa Cloud."