"Occasionally, I have these visions. They're distorted versions of the second sight that Edward mentioned. I watched the world get destroyed by a fusion of the power from you, Adrian, and someone else. They fused to form my brother, who rained fire upon the earth and destroyed it. As far as me using magic, I might have during my episode. I lose control during those."
"What's more, is there's a legend in my family. They say Ivan the Terrible cursed us. He said that the third migratory flock would gain powers, but lose everything. One would overpower death, and one would succumb. I don't think it's just a legend anymore. Me and my brother were the third generation since our migration. We gained magic but lost our innocence. And he died, I survived what should've killed me. But if he turns out to be not dead...what does that mean for me?" Donald noticed their fingers were intertwined. It was comforting.
He stood in front of the lone mirror in the room...his red eyes glared back at him furiosly. He looked at his hair, and saw the sightest difference.
There was a lone strand on his bang, perhaps two or three strands, that were black. They clashed with the icy white of his hair. He remembered only just earlier today he had seen his own reflection. His hair was purely white then...it had changed...but what made his hair change.
He turned to the window and a thought overwhelmed him. Maybe he was wrong. Maybe people wern't meant to be controlled...maybe they were mean't to have free will. But...that was not true...master had told him that people were dangerous, and had be kept under watch. They had to be controlled at all times. Master had prepared him for this...and he had given him the people here to do with as he pleased.
He touched his own face and felt something moist. Moving his hand away from his cheek, he saw the glistening droplet of a tear glimmering on his hand. He shook it away in anger.
Ever since the pretty one had come...life had changed. It had only been less than an hour, and he found himself second guessing all that he had been taught.
For a brief moment, he lost his anger...it was taken from him, and his hair turned back to what it used to be, a shimmering black coat of fine hair. Then he remembered the students who had accused him of murder, the teachers who fought him...Jacobi...in an instant, his hair was back to a silvery sheen, save for the several lone strands of black.
Donald noticed all the students had left the courtyard to rubberneck around the chapel. He took this opportunity.
He pulled what he had rolled from his ear, and Edward helped him light it. He needed this after his vision.
He tried to forget what he had seen, but the drug wasn't enough. He started making the plant dance again, but it didn't ease his mind. Donald pulled off a petal, and cupped it in his mouth. When he opened, the petal had transformed into a cut ruby, ready to be placed in a ring or other jewelry.
"Forget I said all that. It's not me to talk like that."
He tried to pretend he was okay, but his humming wasn't enough.
He wondered if Adrian was in his mind, and knew of the vision.
A voice quivered in the shadows, shaken and a bit rattled. "Y-y-you can use magic too?!" A young man emerged from a little side passage in the courtyard, he looked left and right down in the openness of the courtyard and noticing that they were the only four there, because of the chapel, he heaved a relieved sigh.
"I'm sorry... I couldn't help but eaves drop..." He held his arm, his face straightening and looking away from Dawn and Donald. He looked between the two of them before turning around and waving them to follow him.
"This way, before someone passes by." He spoke quickly, almost as if afraid someone was watching. That, and he'd much rather not be seen by anyone but this trio, something he tended to keep the way it was. "I'll tell you when it's safe, hurry. Especially you boy." He said, obviously addressing Donald.
Donald looked at his drug. It was impolite to smoke in front of a woman. He snuffed out the lit end and put it out, slipping it into his pocket. "I'm sorry. It's rude to smoke when a lady is present." He nodded to Dawn, and then to Hex.
The tower shook ever so slightly, and suddenly, an unknown force was driving Adrians mind. It was not the pretty one...no...it was something far largr...and more powerful. He felt its fury, its grace, its kindness and its anger. It was the largest being that had ever taken his mind.
It threw him to his knees with its might, and it flung his mind into anothers. Both were present when it spoke, the most powerful voice Adrian had ever heard in his life.
"One with anger, one with confusion...speak now...I have waited long for someone to say things to me, and the one who is confused...the one known as Donald...has wished to speak with the one known as Adrian...do so know, so that I may sleep again."
It let go, but Adrian could not withdraw his mind from the others...the bloodshot ones...Donald.
He nodded and stepped aside so they could all squeeze past him. "No time, no time. Hurry before anyone or anything sees..." He looked around hastily, waving a hand erratically as some vines shuddered near the opening.