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wide, showing a row of perfectly straight, white teeth. They sparkled brightly.
“You’re not so bad for your age,” he laughed and came forward. Not uncrossing her arms, Zia shifted her weight around, as if preparing for a tackle. Nobody seemed to notice, except maybe the Ventori but they didn’t care. The Specter shot a glance into the crowd and Zia followed his line of sight, her eyes falling on a blond man that stood there. “But I hate to break this to you, I am Malachi Fel, you can call me Mal.”
The Specter claiming to be most powerful in the city was in front of Zia now, towering over her. She lifted her head and matched his smile.
“ Alrighty then,” she replied, “let’s talk then, out in the forest so it’s a little more private.” The Specter only nodded once before turning his head slightly to glance over his shoulder.
Zia turned her back on him and stalked towards the small group of trees on the border of the bridge. She walked right past the four Ventori that stood there and didn’t even glance at them. This was going well so far, she didn’t want to falter by making them think she was nervous. Just as she was about to set foot into the woods Iscah clawed at her sleeve.
“Are you sure we should go in there?” she asked.
“Yes,” Zia looked behind her to see that the Specter had handed his sign to one of his kind before heading towards her. Her eyes skimmed over the crowd one more time and she turned back to Iscah. “You can either come inside, or wait here with those guys.” She gestured to the Ventori.
“I’ll come with—“
“Ready or not?” The Specter was behind Iscah, making her jump.
“I’ll wait here with them.” Iscah moved away from the Specter, who only gave her an odd glance.
“So what do you want to know?” the Specter asked Zia as they stood under the giant Oak trees. Most of them were about three centuries old, and the grass that surrounded them was short but still wet with dew from the morning. He crossed his arms at her and she mimicked him, mostly because that was the only stance she had that made her look a least a little more powerful.
“Well, Mal ,” Zia resisted a laugh, “I’m a little curious what the most powerful Caster in New Havilan is doing hanging around some measly protest about equality.” She rolled her eyes.
“I’m here to try and get the Ark to consider Specter’s citizens,” he said, not sounding as insulted as he should have, “we deserve the right to vote just as much as you do. It could be an Accord signed with the rest next week.”
“I don’t vote,” Zia shrugged and began to wander around the area, touching a hand against a tree. The bark was strong, thickened from hundreds of years of weathering violent storms.
“Why not? Don’t you care about who leads the city?” the Specter seemed genuinely confused.
“I’m not old enough,” Zia looked up to see his expression. She had anticipated him to laugh, but he only looked…insulted.
“You’re Ventori and you can’t even vote?” he asked. The wind above them rustled the trees, blowing some loose leaves down on them. Zia caught one in her hand, careful not to harm its golden exterior.
“Yup,” she crushed the leaf and dropped it to the earth, “and just because I can’t vote doesn’t mean I won’t. You things don’t deserve that right, you’re made from the shadows after all.”
The man stepped back, dramatic as he peeked behind a tree next to him. Growing tired of the charade, and tired that her plan wasn’t working she marched over to the Specter, taking a moment to glare up at him before whipping behind the tree and yanking the thing out from behind there. She threw the second Specter to the ground, the blond man in sunglasses, and the men stared at each other in surprise.
“What are you—“
“You go away,” Zia ordered the older Specter who looked to his comrade. The blond man
“You’re not so bad for your age,” he laughed and came forward. Not uncrossing her arms, Zia shifted her weight around, as if preparing for a tackle. Nobody seemed to notice, except maybe the Ventori but they didn’t care. The Specter shot a glance into the crowd and Zia followed his line of sight, her eyes falling on a blond man that stood there. “But I hate to break this to you, I am Malachi Fel, you can call me Mal.”
The Specter claiming to be most powerful in the city was in front of Zia now, towering over her. She lifted her head and matched his smile.
“ Alrighty then,” she replied, “let’s talk then, out in the forest so it’s a little more private.” The Specter only nodded once before turning his head slightly to glance over his shoulder.
Zia turned her back on him and stalked towards the small group of trees on the border of the bridge. She walked right past the four Ventori that stood there and didn’t even glance at them. This was going well so far, she didn’t want to falter by making them think she was nervous. Just as she was about to set foot into the woods Iscah clawed at her sleeve.
“Are you sure we should go in there?” she asked.
“Yes,” Zia looked behind her to see that the Specter had handed his sign to one of his kind before heading towards her. Her eyes skimmed over the crowd one more time and she turned back to Iscah. “You can either come inside, or wait here with those guys.” She gestured to the Ventori.
“I’ll come with—“
“Ready or not?” The Specter was behind Iscah, making her jump.
“I’ll wait here with them.” Iscah moved away from the Specter, who only gave her an odd glance.
“So what do you want to know?” the Specter asked Zia as they stood under the giant Oak trees. Most of them were about three centuries old, and the grass that surrounded them was short but still wet with dew from the morning. He crossed his arms at her and she mimicked him, mostly because that was the only stance she had that made her look a least a little more powerful.
“Well, Mal ,” Zia resisted a laugh, “I’m a little curious what the most powerful Caster in New Havilan is doing hanging around some measly protest about equality.” She rolled her eyes.
“I’m here to try and get the Ark to consider Specter’s citizens,” he said, not sounding as insulted as he should have, “we deserve the right to vote just as much as you do. It could be an Accord signed with the rest next week.”
“I don’t vote,” Zia shrugged and began to wander around the area, touching a hand against a tree. The bark was strong, thickened from hundreds of years of weathering violent storms.
“Why not? Don’t you care about who leads the city?” the Specter seemed genuinely confused.
“I’m not old enough,” Zia looked up to see his expression. She had anticipated him to laugh, but he only looked…insulted.
“You’re Ventori and you can’t even vote?” he asked. The wind above them rustled the trees, blowing some loose leaves down on them. Zia caught one in her hand, careful not to harm its golden exterior.
“Yup,” she crushed the leaf and dropped it to the earth, “and just because I can’t vote doesn’t mean I won’t. You things don’t deserve that right, you’re made from the shadows after all.”
The man stepped back, dramatic as he peeked behind a tree next to him. Growing tired of the charade, and tired that her plan wasn’t working she marched over to the Specter, taking a moment to glare up at him before whipping behind the tree and yanking the thing out from behind there. She threw the second Specter to the ground, the blond man in sunglasses, and the men stared at each other in surprise.
“What are you—“
“You go away,” Zia ordered the older Specter who looked to his comrade. The blond man
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