Damien Braveheart, Cherry Grove Park, 8:30 pm
Damien closed his eyes as he felt the night gale blew his hair. He really should hurry up and go home...maybe his Mother was worrying...Normally, Damien wouldn't even care what his parents were doing but after the long mission, he didn't feel the need to be fussed because of a tiny thing that called 'go home late'. He picked up his pace.
Ring...ring...ring...
His cellphone gave a long, shrilling noise that nearly made Damien drop his backpack and cover his ears in pain. As the music stopped for a second, the teenager quickly pulled out the cellphone and looked at the strange number, his ears were still ringing because of the music. He flipped the phone and put it near his ears.
"Hello, this is Itex. Magician, correct?"
Damien's body stiffened as he listened to the strange voice...so, Itex had already known that he had come back...their information was surely fast...He took a deep breath and nodded his head slightly even though the voice couldn't probably see it and he answered in an soft, barely noticeable voice.
"Yes, master...It is I, the Magician, your faithful servant...even though at the moment, I am not wearing the gift you have bestowed upon me...I have come back from the one-month mission...and have written my report...do you wish for me to report to you right now, Master? or is it your wish to read the report that has been written by me?"
His throat felt slightly dry as he finished his short speech...He was not used to talking so much after all. Running a hand through his hair, Damien waited patiently for the speaker to speak again. He crossed a street, the cellphone held tightly in his hand.
"Very well, Magician. I'd like you to report immediately - this information is vital to the Itex cause..."
There was a short pause and the teenager closed his eyes as he stopped suddenly, staring at the empty park with emotionless eyes. Why didn't his Master finish talking? What's wrong?
"...And I prefer mistress, not master...."
Oh...that was the reason...Damien took several steps forward again, pondering about how he should ask for forgiveness. At last, he settled in a simple speech he made up on the spot.
"Yes, Mistress...forgive me for my unthoughtfulness...I shall report right away...It is my greatest regret. The mission is not successful. In the time when I spent there, I discovered that the piece of Grace Stone is only a faked one. The owner of said faked piece has been eliminated to prevent further threat for the organization...In normal term, I believe humans will often say 'I have been sent on a wild goose chase'...however, this mission is not futile...As the mission proceeded, I have made a list of legends about a magical stone and have crossed out the ones that I am strongly certain that it is not about the Grace Stone...I shall send you the list the next Friday or tonight if you want me to, Mistress..."
"Very well, the sooner the better. Is there anything else that you may want to report?"
" I do believe this is it...for now, Mistress...I will send you a detailed report the next time I come and receive a mission...are there any new missions you wish for me to take?"
The phone-call ended abruptly without any warnings and Damien looked at it carefully to see if he had pressed any wrong buttons or said anything that might offend his Mistress...Frowning slightly, Damien tucked the phone back to his pocket. He could not think of anything he said that might do this to his Mistress...It was clearly as day that Damien Braveheart had tried very hard and chosen his words so very carefully in order to please Itex. Maybe...she didn't have anything to say anymore. He began walking again as he held his backpack a little tighter than normal. He couldn't even walk for 10 minutes as the phone rang again and this time, Damien did drop his pack in surprise. Quickly picked up his things, Damien flipped his phone opened again and listened to the voice with some uncertainty. What did the Mistress want? Had he done something that displeased her?
"There was a small distraction that I had to deal with. On that note, there is nothing that Itex needs you to do - be sure to meet up with Judgement at Brio next week at the regular time. Don't be late. I suppose you shouldn't need the reminder."
Damien nodded his head again, quickly walked passed several people as they stared at him, his face was still as emotional as a wooden board could get. He spoke again and waited for the call to end.
"As you wish, Mistress...I will not be late for the mission assignment.."
"Very well. You had better not fail Itex this time."
The woman said and ended the phone call finally. Damien felt his body relaxed slightly. No matter how loyal he was to the Itex or how many times he had met them, he would always feel uncomfortable when he forced to talk so much and for so long. Snapping the phone closed with a flick of his wrist, Damien bit his bottom lip as he finally arrived to his 'home sweet home'. Sighing softly, the teenager raised his hand and knocked the door. There was no point in standing here all night...he might as well get over with the fussing...