Snippet #2639434

Sylvana smiled at Jasper lightly as she nodded her head in thanks. “You do too much for us already. I will never be able to thank you for what you have done especially since you didn’t have to do it.” She took the cup from him and held it in her hands thankful for the warmth between her fingers. She hadn’t realized just how cold she had gotten sitting in the cavern. And she wasn’t entirely sure if it was from the cold or not. The fire was doing its job to keep the small space comfortable, so it was more than likely the stress, her lack of strength, or the fact telling a truthful story to someone who didn’t want to believe was taking all of her willpower to just stay through it all.

The white magic user glanced over at Wyatt as he started laughing at something that was said. Her brows furrowed knowing she needed to stay out of her own head more than she was.

Wyatt?

Yes.

What’s so funny?

Jacob seems to think that the Shadow Sage trains the witches we went after.

“Oh…” The words escaped her mouth instead of through the link she had established and she buried her own laughing smile into the cup.

“I expect we’re either going to leave them in peace or find someone neutral to reopen up the Witches Fortress to train them. Because,” Wyatt sat up straighter and leveled his gaze at the gray witch. “Shadow Sage does not train many witches as you think they do. Typically it is only black magic users who have a high enough level. The other witches we brought in were never trained nor were they ever meant to be.”

Sylvana repressed a gulp as she knew what was coming. Judging from the passing looks on Jasper’s face showed that he understood exactly what they had been saying. He knew what the Shadow Sage was doing, but Jacob on the other hand seemed to not either grasp it or refused to accept it.

“They take the witches up to the towers were they torture them until they have pulled out their powers. Do you know what happens to a witch when they’re powers have been stripped? They became husks, dead. I was tasked with taking their bodies to the mass grave where they put all the bodies and to burn them. And yes, I will help train him if I must.”

“But the intention is for one of the greatest gray magic users to train him even though the base magic is like yours and not Jasper’s, my father Ondin.” The female listened to the exchange that followed nodding her head a few times. Jasper was right about it all and the sooner Jacob learned it the better.

Wyatt smirked as he leaned back against the wall of the cave. “So you think. Raven asked me not long after I was officially brought in to train you. He said he had a special project for you since he saw the depth of your power that you couldn’t touch and he wanted it. He planned to train your abilities so that he could strip them away from you and have me put your husk into one of those graves to burn it. I refused to do it. I let the boy go. I left the organization so I wouldn’t have to do it. I wanted no part in it anymore.

You see I learned something in that dungeon which made so many pieces from my past fall into place. Akane has Milla’s powers within himself. How the Shadow Sage managed to put her powers into another person, still allow her to use them as regulated by the other person, and not have her be a shell when they can’t do that with the untrained witches beyond me. But I know the truth even more than before. They will pay for what they have done. One way or another. The whole of the Shadow Sage will pay. I will see it happen. They wanted me for their ultimate weapon, but their actions will cause me to be their destruction.”